The Fire

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  • Happiness
    • LanaAuLani
    • Ok So I'm back in my house after the eight months in the woods because of the fire. Everything seems to be ok now. I guess we will have to work with that. btw I do have my lip redone. Yay for quilting needles.

    The Fire
    These dreams
    Images
    Flashing before mine eyes
    Do I see what could lay beyond this
    Realm of hate and violence?

    My chest
    Failing
    Attempting to perceive the notion
    Of love. Of faith. Of hope.
    I dream of you.

    Hands outstreatched
    I grasp the light of flames
    This sweet inferno
    Burning and cleansing the irrational fears
    I am in bliss

    Ashes
    That is what I have become
    And yet, I am content.
    I am part of this.
    I am perfect in my imperfections.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    LanaAuLani’s Poems (19)

    Title Comments Submitted
    Title Comments Submitted
    unnamed 3 0 12/26/2009
    Perfect night 0 08/08/2009
    Long Road Home 0 05/26/2009
    Welcome Back 0 05/20/2009
    Evening's last drink 0 04/25/2009
    frozen 1 04/19/2009
    The Fire 0 03/22/2009
    personal demons 0 03/18/2009
    Butterflies 0 02/22/2009
    I give up 0 02/22/2009
    The sun shines only in dreams 1 02/22/2009
    Time 0 02/22/2009
    Unbound 0 02/21/2009
    Her Majesty 1 02/21/2009
    Unnamed 2 0 02/20/2009
    Dedicated to the one I loved 0 02/20/2009
    Last words to you. 0 02/20/2009
    Luna 0 02/20/2009
    Unnamed 1 0 02/20/2009
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