I look in the mirror and I see
eyes of fire staring back at me.
I feel warmth burn from within.
There’s a fire creating heat
that forces me to my feet.
The ice in my veins melts away
the second I head on my way.
In the mirror, I see flames
become untamed. When I turn
around, nothing is the same.
My eyes of fire ignite my sight.
These eyes of fire feel right.
Fight fire with fire. See
the flames kiss the sky.
Watch the sparks fly.
Feel the temperature
rise as cold weather
dies. Think back to
a time when the clouds
cried. Feel the heat
rip like a baseball
hitting a catcher’s mitt.
Poison swirls inside
a dormant mind.
Love stays on
the brain as hate
goes down the drain.
When life knocks,
do not be afraid
to open the door.
When the heat rises,
try not to go down
in flames. Save your-
self. Ask for help
before you strike
matches that will
turn all into ashes.
Broken, worn-down, damaged:
We’re damaged goods. We became
good after we were damaged.
It’s tragic – fantastic. All the same.
We had to fight to become good.
We created light the best we could.
The damage was bad. Fires spread
and burned our spirits and homes.
Flames engulfed all life in sight.
Fires spread and we fled. Damage
was done. It wasn’t good. We ran
to a new place to call home base.
We rebuilt our home in the woods
and became some damaged goods.
New Waves have been made.
Ripples and wakes take shape.
Water flows freely, beneath
me. The sea washes away
pain. Water tames flames
burning wild. New Waves
go with the flow. Old waves
really don’t. The calm sea
breathes like you and me.
New Waves will set us free.
Love and life flows inside
the New Waves that I ride.
Pain leaves a stain
we can’t get out.
What happens after
pain? Are we the same?
Some pain remains
like insatiable flames.
What can we expect
after pain sustains?
The pain will pass,
but not too fast.
The pain won’t last
when we rip away
its mask. After pain,
we can win the game
and tame the flame.
Pain leaves as soon
as we do. Our pain
ends after it begins.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 