I can feel the tar stuck on my lips.
the tar has stained me.
what once was quiet and desolate
is now ignited and flame. The heat is too much.
did I create the fire and ignite the flame?
do I douse my soul to cleanse?
or do I accept that I am both the flame’s wielder
and the plump greenery that needs to be burned to ash?
this Great Death will be the cause of such great Life.
it is for life to decide what to do and not that which gave its own life.
we are all wandering in the field of the living,
guided by those around us, surrounded by the mists of time.
like Us, those guides wield a flame,
and each flame adds atop one another so that
our flames compound and create an even greater flame.
those with blazes still roaring need to be the spark for the flames
that have withered away. so as a shimmering light is focused by a mirror
I set my heart ablaze in a path of passion and love. the falling son
often ignores the pain if his father is smiling. and in that moment
where sons and fathers bond, the eternal sin is carried from generation to generation.
What Am I?
Now that the sea is calm
the toughts slowly ooze out of me.
I can now filter the stream that is me
but I've lost what feels to me as my authenticity.
I want my mask to be glass but I can feel the opaqueness seeping in.
during my mania I wanted a glass mask
but now I feel as if I'm starting to paint it again.
Maybe my mask can never be clear but I want it to look
exactly like me. can I do it? who knows.
I'm floating back down but I can feel the creativity leaving my bones.
now that my mind is no longer disturbed by the open sea
where is it and who's at the helm? sometimes I feel stretched
like two opposite poles tugging on me, my threads unraveling.
my mind is malleable and can recover but can it be stretched endlessly?
what's my destination? do I need to know?
they say it's not about the destination but about the jourey.
do I need to know my destination to take joy in the journey?
I think no. I'm a helsman who's destination is at the whim of the seas.
Is the sea calm or tumultuous? it is both at the same time.
where will the god of storms take me next?