Monday, August 14, 2017

My Burning Heat, My Light

I do not mean to burn you out--my wife,
My friends, acquaintances are blistered, red
From my white coals--I'm meaning well, but dread
Is why I've bred from blackened soles and strife.
You dance around me--each flame feels a knife--
I only want a welcome warmth to wed
Your weary soul to mine--I find instead
I only seem to transform every life.

I cannot seem to follow, lead--I stand
Alone--too conscious, too oblivious--
I know each of the rules and cannot play.
You're standing on the boat that you call land--
When I shine light, my flame's called dangerous--
You'll die of lies so long as I don't stay.

Monday, August 7, 2017

The Left Bank



I have no obligation to be right
I only have to show I’m interesting
For everyone to choose to make me king

My stories and my words must but delight
To be presented with the wedding ring
I only have to show I’m interesting
For everyone to choose to make me king

To grant me power you will never fight
My words persuasive in untruth that bring
You to your knees so cheerful so willing
I have no obligation to be right
I only have to show I’m interesting
For everyone to choose to make me king