A Call For My Fire

I whisper embers from under my breath,

They say the world speaks wonder to the deaf,

So I ask two steps of the earth for certainty,

And as I sacrifice my insecurity to the flames,

Let the names of people that supported me,

Be the coals ignited in the inferno,

And the sweat on my palms be the gasoline,

Feeding fire with the tragedy of my bones.

The fires of sin and suffering set ablaze to purify mind body and soul.

I call for choked ashes to stoke massive bright blazing cries,

Let these adjectives ignite masses of fire within your eyes.

Watch these flickering tendrils rise

With every added step in the beat I hold tempo for the street,

I hold tempo in the keep,

As it crackles with the heat of my aura, my call, my drive.

If my voice roars right,

Against the wind soaring above my head,

Will I have salvaged sight? Will I have made this uproar the demise of that goodnight?

A stream of magma that steadily burns in the river,

Running down my body readily

Crack like pure lightning shot, the heat makes me frightening,

I am the bomb ready to explode,

I am the glow that nightfall mingles with,

Bright enough to spit flames send heat tingles for miles,

Don’t blame the volcano for popping it’s hot head,

When it’s been cold for so long,

Lonely mountain wants hot lead to pierce sorrow in your heart,

So you can sing along.

So let me stand here feet planted,

And let the glow strike the night like dog howls strike silence.

Maybe we all see the light like you all hear my lips,

Struggle to hold the words together as they try to burst from all the pressure,

Given by this awful measure of thoughts I no longer want to control.

I call on my fire for minimal words to inspire multitudes of action.

May it bless you like many things have before,

I’m ready, yes, I’m ready for another heart pounding fight with the demons in the night,

Let’s have some more.

I am the residual flame, pouring my soul into words flurry stunning dance with dark entities

But feet planted all the same.