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Blood &
Fire
I walk
a thin line
between
and
deception
delusion
My lies not quite lies, my half truths I
almost
start to believe myself.
I would do
How sad is that?
I have bound myself to this construct.
everything
differently.
I am a
prisoner
in this form.
I feel like running
like fighting my way out
I'm a blank slab
hoping some lonely artist will just so much as
spill
some paint on me.
a mistaken brush stroke
a
of paint
out of place.
drip
a blue print for some
lost masterpiece
never to be finished.
Anything
to define me.
But the truth is
we will
scream
and howl
and
shake
our cage…
but even if
the door
becomes
unlatched
we wont step
outside of it.
We have
grown to
our
bonds.
love
Some people revel in the cage... and we the wandererslove them
because wesecretly admire their
contentment.
we hope they are
willing to
venture into
but they never will.
uncharted territory
with us...
so we wait, & silently rage, & shake our cage
until the day,
if it ever comes,
we are able to step outside and
run.
I spent some of the best years of
my life
What is this guilt that has been taunting
my existence
since childhood?
Even when I had nothing to be guilty for, I
felt
apologizing.
remorse.
When I realized this,
I cultivated the ideal of
I think I'm starting to
living with no
regrets.
forget the
way.
So I stay, with this
fire
in my chest.
Trying to
dull
the flame
with the smoke
of tobacco & other herbs
with my
fast friend whiskey
with lustful
thoughts
of unknown lovers
And Yet tempting it by playing
on the edge of propriety.
The more I play on that edge
the more I enjoy the feeling.
The more that fire
makes me feel alive.
I hate myself
a little
for trying
to put it out.
I hate myself
more
for not being
able to.
I fear I will be filled with this wanderlust
forever.
I fear and
revel
in this secret of mine.
The one that will
kill me.
The shadow
that I will neverlet go of.
the realization
comes to me now
that perhaps if I stop my
artistic endeavors
the fire
will die.
If I stop recognizing
its existence
then I will finally
become a man
worthy
of
love.
not being worthy of love
is a fate I feel is worse
than death
however.
I feel the same
about becoming the man
I am suggesting
I become.
This conflict
is the origin
of the inscription
on my right wrist…
Nomad.
I have no place to lay my head
no peace
to be had.
So I make do with
what I have
and continue the
journey.
The question of
with wonder
and fear.
where it will take
me
fills me
The question of
where it will end…
I am consistently reminded
by this brand:
Nomad.
a man with no home
to wander forever
to tread the earth
without ceasing.
Partners in crime, tempting
the beast
within.
With Love & Admiration,
Serafin