wordspill

you are the angry martyr...you are the dancer at the fire arent you?...pure and burning...devoured by the lust of air...devoured...you are the offering?...i saw you...i saw right through you...familiar knows familiar...i saw your hands and i knew...you shadow puppet your dark thoughts...you die in quiet and resurrect in lies you tell yourself...you live in fear...in the isolated sanctuary you have erected...only now?...now you cant hide any more...even when you hide out...because someone looked in and saw you...i saw your beautiful soul...and it frightened you...you are terror filled...so you burned it all away?...the tongues of fire cant erase it all but then your safe in your cozy little cave...you have your pretty little cave...dark and damp and you sit in it all alone...shadows dancing...you dance those shadows...that is what you control...as you hide away and the fire reaches out for you...i see in...i always see in...and smile...and send you light...and love...because i know...this is not the real you...even as i know what you have called me...those biting little bat nipping names?...those names you have called me in your gossipping jags?...those names?...well i know you are those names too...and so you hide away and fight your own way and deny your ways...afraid of love...afraid of touch...afraid of starlight...afraid of happiness...you dance away...into the dark and fires leap and reach for you...and there you burn and there you cry...and there you numb out and there you die...to the truth...to the light...to the love...you are lost inside...and yet you drum and chant and sing...and walk in silence and meditate...

there was a rose with many thorns because it could never stand to be touched...are you the rose?...have you self adorned?...do you find it so superior to be a rose who has built her own cage?...how selfish to never be adored...the bees stay away and so does the butterfly...you are a jagged little creature...complicating your days...and yet here i am watching you...willing to take on flames and thorns...it is madness...but i am crazy didnt you say?...funny how i am crazy and you are sane...i open my heart and take the hurt...you play it safe...and i will not sleep tonight and you will sleep...and i will feel your heartbeat against my ear...a memory only but it is my heartbeat now as well...and yes these words spill from me...messy and unprepared...they climb across the white buzz of silence and reach your higher self...they climb in and shake you and scream wake up...wake up...you are being eaten alive by the flames...cry damn it...shout...escape your fears...love...love wildly...love with the nectar thickened rapture of a flower bursting open...love in my direction...i am the starving bee...love me...