#fiery verse

[flbaddy]

Apples

It's an orbit,

a millennium

in light years

through a wormhole

projected like an astral phenomenon,

you're basking

in the gleams

of our radiance,

every red lipstick stain

evident in the red lady fruit,

forbidden fruit -

temptation in the shadows,

seeds of my doing;

trecks to the end of the world.

It's a constance in the haunting;

a braille lead to your hands

on my body - on my mind - to my heart,

I'm yours, you're mine;

tempt me like the apple of God's dreams,

fallen like an angel in surrogate streams.

A sorry conversation takes place,

in the darkness

of our sheets -

all that was left;

were the stains

of our dried sweat,

and the bite marks

on an apple.

[jackalsings]

Ablaze

It was forwarded

in the light of day,

from eons and epochs

to seconds and milli's -

that it was drawn

and written in stone.

What binds our veins

together and in every weather;

the afterimage of these -

blinding lightenings,

race past me

like the flashback

of a war hero.

I'm in country

looking for this perfection

in me; that I find in you,

the passion in your pupils

and the faith in your hands.

[justashe]

Ignite

Her blood was kerosene,

And his touch

Was scorching hot.

[flbaddy]

The Lost Castle

It's like the spectrum

of the event horizon

cross the red shift

of my heart.

It's a descent,

like no other;

one where my blood -

pounds at the ventricles,

and where all of my fibers

come to stop

at the sight of you.

It's in my dreams,

the cradle and seams;

it's a comfort to know

my eyes set on you

are familiar atoms

covalent bonds

of all of me,

particles-apart from you,

is all I needed

to finish my next breath.

Photons break into a million neutrinos,

they envelope my Earth

and my soul,

you're the princess

in my lost castle,

I search for you in eons -

epochal tidal drifts

upon my weathered skin,

just to ask for your kin

with nothing to lose,

but everything to gain.

I'll draw a thousand and one memories,

fall to my sleep

in the afterlife,

make an apocalypse of it all

just to lay eyes

on you again -

and again.

[flbaddy]

Viper

The menace in us all -

is a furnace in wrapping,

the resonance of your rage,

the assemblage of a perfect army.

The way it dances in rhythm,

the cellular epitomized orchestra.

The forever coiled hexagons

shimmering on your skin,

the readiness of you, and you and you;

The war in your eyes...

[flbaddy]

of Cigars and Dog Days

I go bust,

when the aces

line up just right.

It's just a 'bad luck' thing I suppose.

And no wildcards...

just a burnt cigarette hole in a stack of cash,

a hot bullet casing and a stolen art rack;

all for my lovers and landlords.

A spasm-like gust,

it unwinds as it gives way,

throttle is my freedom as I make love to it,

Thruxton in the backroads

dust in my trails,

foggy Ray-Bans and missed calls

is all I have left against my bank's clause.

And, when it hits just right

the curvature of your hip

bending the space and time

dimensions in my hand...

I find the rythm every chance I get;

it's like a fusion of Buena Vista, Cohiba

and a bottle of Santiago de Cuba -

just to remember my Dog Days once again.

[jackalsings]

of Cigars and Dog Days

I go bust,

when the aces

line up just right.

It's just a 'bad luck' thing I suppose.

And no wildcards...

just a burnt cigarette hole

in a stack of cash,

a hot bullet casing

and a stolen art rack

all for my lovers and landlords.

A spasm-like gust,

it unwinds as it gives way,

throttle is my freedom

as I make love to it,

Thruxton in the backroads

dust in my trails,

foggy Ray-Bans and missed calls

is all I have left against my bank clause.

And, when it hits just right

the curvature of your hip

bending the space and time

dimensions in my hand...

I find the rythm every chance I get;

it's like a fusion of Buena Vista, Cohiba

and a bottle of Santiago de Cuba -

just to remember my Dog Days once again.

[flbaddy]

I'm Free

It's a liberating feeling

knowing I will be punished

for my wickedness.

It's a comfort almost;

my past haunting me,

a freedom like no other.

The thoughts are iron shackles

breaking with the strength

of my imagination.

It's a fulfilling feeling really,

a sick kind of gratification -

when I think of that day to come; I smile.

It's like a religious pilgrimage

and you're at the end

of your journey.

Your feet are bleeding,

your body is sore -

dehydrated for your God.

You look up - only knowing,

that the universe smiles at you

you're cleansed; child of God.