Light show :: Silent1 :: Original Poetry

Light show
We try not to get lost in the thoughts when often broken hearts get lost in the little sparks of the Fourth of July variety

Though lost we often are hypnotized by the flickering and fluttering of a short lived euphoria

A flash here a sparkle there

Just when all seems beautiful and exciting the lights fade and we are left in the dark

Searching for the next fuse to fuel our next fix

Gripping tight to life's zippo ensuring a fresh flint

Like yo I can't take no chances cuz the next one might be it

You know, that grand finally fire work show type love

That extremely illegal high flying type love

Loud bangs and flashes that could leave us with permanent damage if we don't handle with care type love

We want them bottle rockets, m80's,

Enough to drive the neighbors crazy,

But there just hating cuz they settled for a $50 box of sparklers while we got that Disneyland show type love

Call the cops... Haters

Cuz all I know is I got that type of love that they talk about now.

Then when next year comes around they wonder what I'm pulling out of the garage type love.

Fire works in mysterious ways

Burning imprints of danger and innocence in our brains.

We crave the flash and the bang but are weary of the pain so we proceed with caution or sit back and watch while others light the flames

Shower us in vibrance while we admire in silence

Trying to understand why we are unable to create that Big Bang

I don't know,

It's just another light show,

Just another spectacle,

Just another way to fill our desires

Through high lights and fire

Fluorescent flames dance in the sky

And I know it's just a show but

I Can't resist them.