You're going to know my support for the rest of our life's long race
I am in spectacular awe of every obstacle you've had to overcome and face
My unbridled love for you has never been out of place
I will stoke your flames throughout time and space
Every moment I've spent with you, I could never wish to replace
In any of your future darkest hours, you will find my loving embrace
You set the bridge on fire, burning away all of our connections
You are the most calculating arsonist looking back in reflections
You might as well have staked my heart like vampire rejections
You dragged me in like smack spoon fed with sweet cooked injections
I, no more than a self-proclaimed codependence need for interjections
I was lucky enough to get away from your endless contradictions
the Fireman
fails test seeks revenge
Arsonist
08/06/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Arsonist
I burned our love to the ground
myself. I soaked it all in
kerosene and lit the match
and threw it at the very heart.
There was cruelty, ugly words,
petty slights. Sometimes there was love.
We danced so hard at night in our cups
we'd fall to the floors laughing.
I let you go and fell apart but very
slowly began to piece my parts back
where they belonged. I heard
music again; it never sounded right.
Years have brought much love to my
door. I've held many women close and
played at love the best I could
with my heart so out of tune.
Please leave
Before I come back for what was mine,
The remorse I faked to buy us time,
The hate you await to make it right.
I made my way out
Of the house I burned down.
Nothing is left for me now;
No one else had heard the sound.
I waited inside the refuge I found,
And burned myself to the ground.
And now I don’t know who I am;
When she saw what I was, she ran.
Chaos catches my eye;
It makes a poet out of me and my life.
No one touches the more wounded side.
The sabotage was mine;
I set it off to feel it ignite,
And sat inside alone and cried.
You can’t close the wound with a knife;
You can’t make love to her with spite;
You can’t have her now when she was mine.
The apology depreciates in time.
More wrongs made it right;
I tried to burn it down that night.
There he stood
Rooted by love
To the land.
There he swayed
A welcomed guest
Of Neptunus Rex.
There he soared
Swelled by pride
Into the blues.
There he fell
Beneath waves
Of emotions.
There he flowed
Down river
Into depression.
There he crawled
Into her arms
Sought compassion.
There he felt
The fire desire
Roast raunchy.
There he burned
At both ends
A wax museum.
There he went
Down the drain
Of incarceration.
There he went
There he stayed
Until his final day.
There he goes
Where, who knows?
Here, he shines.
There he’s kept
Treasured twice
By his absence.
There he left
An empty bottle
I drink from daily.
There he mused
The arsonist
Who fired my clay.
Set it ablaze.
Within my temple that is boundless.
Set it ablaze.
My limitations which are groundless.
Set it ablaze,
The Phantom of our shadows. Soundless, in its measure.
Burning without flame.
Yet these ashes seem to linger.
Burning without Fame.
Or even lifting a finger.
Burning without blame.
No matter where you bury this treasure.
An infinite fire of death and life.
Burning in unity for some.
A definite ire to thrive.
Relentless but never a triumph.
The benefit of it's Shrive,
Absolving self into this fire. Burning Forever.
And ever...
Spark’s ignition, rage of fire
Entice his mind with burning desire
Match heads grind
Sulfur lined
Burst the flames which never tire
The target chosen, his mind set
Over perfection, he loves to fret
Explosives wired
Something admired
He has built another bud, timer set
These are his fire flowers
Blooming once, burning for hours
Click bang
Laughter sang
He loves to burn this world of ours
But then all the water comes
Extinguishing his flaming drums
Smooth soft flesh
Now crispy mesh
He thinks of another flower, twirling his thumbs
He is the anarchist
Filled with twisted desire
He is the arsonist
Come on baby light his fire