Fire Night! Audio
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Fire Night
Why is it when
we yield to a desired process,
we deny the challenge that comes with it!
As per se, relentless search
for a hidden shelled like protection.
Frustration reaches its best
when this action is not consumed
to the fullest...
as two flames burn more
to quench the thirst of feeding fire on fire.
Then the mind adds logic to it and time,
incandescent in nature,
treats the pain
that resides within!
Frantically groping
in the middle of dark,
I feel the essence of perfume
flying in particles
across the room
of my thought.
I grasp a particle of you and I
smell it until it ends
and then it restarts...
why...why!
The neutralizing effect doesn't work...
that one and only
mentioned sublime.
The smell turns to visual aspects
that pound the mind and the groping
in the light of memory
adds to the grandeur of the moment.
Steadily I grope
and steadfastly I hold...
unconsumed desire..
for the love of God!!!
Unconsumed desire
for the consumption of a "you"
a fairy, mermaid, muse, nymph.
Carry on, little wind!
Carry on the wind of mind...
why..why?
The pounding agitates
and the energy is
sublimated towards a cleansing of the soul...
failure...
more passion and flagrant shivering
entices the body
and the floor underneath me.
Wings I carry on my back
with a bone stuck behind my head...
to fly..
to cry..
to create..
to survive..
to live ..
to crave ..
to unburden ..
to eject ..
to swerve ..
to get stuck..
to caress..
to give in
under the effect
of this underlying Fahrenheit!
Why? tell me why?
Fire Night
Why is it when
we yield to a desired process,
we deny the challenge that comes with it!
As per se, relentless search
for a hidden shelled like protection.
Frustration reaches its best
when this action is not consumed
to the fullest...
as two flames burn more
to quench the thirst of feeding fire on fire.
Then the mind adds logic to it and time,
incandescent in nature,
treats the pain
that resides within!
Frantically groping
in the middle of dark,
I feel the essence of perfume
flying in particles
across the room
of my thought.
I grasp a particle of you and I
smell it until it ends
and then it restarts...
why...why!
The neutralizing effect doesn't work...
that one and only
mentioned sublime.
The smell turns to visual aspects
that pound the mind and the groping
in the light of memory
adds to the grandeur of the moment.
Steadily I grope
and steadfastly I hold...
unconsumed desire..
for the love of God!!!
Unconsumed desire
for the consumption of a "you"
a fairy, mermaid, muse, nymph.
Carry on, little wind!
Carry on the wind of mind...
why..why?
The pounding agitates
and the energy is
sublimated towards a cleansing of the soul...
failure...
more passion and flagrant shivering
entices the body
and the floor underneath me.
Wings I carry on my back
with a bone stuck behind my head...
to fly..
to cry..
to create..
to survive..
to live ..
to crave ..
to unburden ..
to eject ..
to swerve ..
to get stuck..
to caress..
to give in
under the effect
of this underlying Fahrenheit!
Why? tell me why?
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