JB's psychotic ramblings.

[Bethany]

Thanks to my bff Befernee, who helped me with this one.


oh invisible flame
which burns me yet shows no proof
is your goal to maim?
to break me
leaving but a shell?
weaving your spell as you send me to hell and there compell my obedience?
or perhaps your goal is to uplift
to inspire me to greater acts
of spirit; extract the drops of soul
which remain
drain the evil and leave but light?
temper those drops of soul into the sword of right?
cleaving through the unworthy thoughts in my head
trimming the fat, as it were
leaving the lean bits of virtue?
and yet, what virtue? what if gristle be all you find, no bone, no substance?
fill me then, with borrowed right, with loaned virtuosness
grant me chastity at interest, in payments of fault which i shall excrete from my being
allow me to be the light through the prism
untinted, clear, bright

oh invisible flame
which burns me yet shows no proof
allow me to shine in the darkness
with the faith of the devoted.
help me feel what i can't
believe what I don't
see what I ignore
for the greater good

Make sure you remember my name is not actually spelled Befernee on the royalty checks

in the heat of our touch
I want to melt,
weld souls together
be one
in the slag of our sins
letting the impurities run off,
leaving just white hot steel
burning off the rust
so we can feel
alive

The more I read this one, the more I like it. The heat and urgency of the imagery...well...

This is surely not finalized, but I had to throw the concept down before I lost it. Please, bear with me.

Words are air
lost in the wind
let me get lost in this wind
this breath from your lungs
an errant blow without restrictions
that displaces wind
words within words, love between sighs
lost.

I'm with pixiedark, this one has a haiku feel to it. Like a wisp of breath at the nape of your neck.