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The Burning

The Burning


It was seven days and seven nights
Or there abouts, I was not so sure
Life was shrouded in the darkness not at all pure
I lost track of dawn, of dusk, of realities fight
To keep me conscious
To keep me right
Comatose, delirious, unmoving slumber

In this dream like state
My desires still existed
Thirsts to be quenched
Passions flared
She was seductively dressed
I, with the eye of a tiger
Wishing to devour her being
To be with her, in her, be her
To taste her very soul
I smelled her nectars inviting scent

The bed sheets become drenched in sweat
The heat of the night ensconced me
A thousand candles and yet one more burned
The heat of passion mixed with the heat of the night
Flames rose from the desires within and without
My subconscious has played evil tricks and fooled me again
Lighting the candles that shall bring me to the beyond
The sheets became brimstone, the fire engulfed me
My mind in hazy confusion smelled roast flock of some sort
A meal after the passions was a succulent dessert
I became dizzy with the lust and the love intermixed
Somehow I am sleepy, dreamy, so very tired
The heat blankets me and I feel a strange foreboding
The reaper is grinning, staring down on my face
I try to wake, but I haven’t the wherewithal

I feel the burning
Painful for but a moment as the smokey flames take me
For one last dance
Burning, burning, searing heat
Blackened and burnt
Dreams
No more


Sunday, at 24 minutes past midnight, firetrucks arrived at an apartment in Dublin, Ireland 24 O’Connell street, and above Murrays pub, a lone tenant was found burnt to a crisp, apparently by a fire cause by candles, the remains have not been identified, and the building is a total loss. 

Arthur’s Day in Dublin 
Posted on September 24, 2009
To celebrate Arthur’s Day, From 17:59 to 22:00 All Pints of draft beers were €2.50
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Chircop Avatar
February 22, 2016 at 11:05 AM
Did I see that bar when I was in Dublin? I believe I saw that,and the bar called The Temple Bar. : ).Anyways , this poem.lead me to the burning of passion..but what a juxta..It turned up in burning of flames..Loved the way you played with the reader's mind . : ).
Vaso Avatar
February 22, 2016 at 3:58 PM
Yes thats the the one in Dublin! :)
Smith Avatar
February 12, 2016 at 4:21 PM
This a tremendous piece filled with passion, love, and death all intertwined. Amazing
Vaso Avatar
February 12, 2016 at 4:26 PM
I real barn burner! Ops I mean Bar burner
Dietrich Avatar
February 11, 2016 at 3:38 PM
wow, amazing what you came up with in your imagination after learning of this death. How horrible. this is the kind of death I fear the most. That and a really slow tortuous one. WEll done. As for Libra, yes, I love that sign. I have my ascending sign in Libra. Otherwise, I am a double earth, sun and moon.
Vaso Avatar
February 12, 2016 at 4:25 PM
Thanks Andrea, hopefully we are far from the doors of death for now!!! Hugs
Onclaud Avatar
February 10, 2016 at 11:44 PM
what a riveting story so well told, arthur... i am not familiar with this incident but your impressions were visual and assaulting... yes!..huggs
Allison Avatar
February 12, 2016 at 4:29 PM
I can confirm that not only is the bar real as i was only sitting in it the other day - what an amazing coincidence!!!!! ... even more spooky I wrote my 'crying candle' poem there last year... I had goosebumps reading your poem Arthur:-) hugs Jan xx
Vaso Avatar
February 12, 2016 at 4:24 PM
The "incident" is pure fiction! :) However the actual Bar is very very real!
Nance Avatar
February 10, 2016 at 6:19 PM
wow
Vaso Avatar
February 12, 2016 at 4:24 PM
No Beautiful but lots of Disaster!
Hicks Avatar
February 10, 2016 at 4:32 PM
You really fooled me Arthur! Here I am thinking all this fire imagery is all sweet and metaphorical ... then the firetruck comes! I really do admire twists, whether it's in book or in poems. You wrote your story/poem in such a way that more is hinted at and suggested, rather than implicitly stated. I like that.
Vaso Avatar
February 12, 2016 at 4:23 PM
Thanks Timothy! :)
Allison Avatar
February 10, 2016 at 8:33 AM
Oh Heck Arthur this poem REALLY sent a shiver down my spine ... I was only at Murray's bar last night and it was there that I wrote my poem 'the crying candle' last year - I will remove all candles from my home when i get back lol. Love this deep intense write 7 and faves:-) hugs jan xx
Vaso Avatar
February 12, 2016 at 4:27 PM
I will drink to that! Cheers!
Allison Avatar
February 12, 2016 at 4:25 PM
It's amazing where out inspiration comes from my friend but long may it continue to flow:-) hugs jan xx
Vaso Avatar
February 12, 2016 at 4:22 PM
Thanks Jan, I had great inspirations for this one! :):)
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