Out From the Flame
I sit alone, quietly staring into the flame
I watch the shadows of darkness and light
wrestle like my unbalanced self
I reunite with passion and desire
Raw and untamed, yet not physical
Removed from the flesh
I desire the essence of the flame
I desire pure love and the peace and happiness
that lies within
I want to be washed in the flame
Purified and reborn
With the wings of a phoenix
Out from the flame
I will soar…
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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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| Diagnosis | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| My Hands | 1 | 10/02/2009 |
| Let Me Cry | 2 | 10/02/2009 |
| Special Friend | 1 | 10/02/2009 |
| Nubian | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| Natural Blend | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| Culmination | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| Conception | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| Now | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| Out From the Flame | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| Yesterday's Child | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| Poetic Affair | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| I am Poetry | 0 | 10/01/2009 |
| Random Thoughts of Love | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| Silent Questions | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| Indigo Light | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| Surrender | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
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