Best Relights Poems

I drive the night because of open road.
My retreads are sounding strong.
Hauling cars up from New Orleans
Where I'm not sure that I belonged.

Traded whiskey for a woman
At a bar in Abilene.
Then a long haul up to Portland town
Helped along by methadrine.
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desire becomes
the heart's need
passion it breathes
hungering
in embers

flames sparking words
relights ablaze
burning red
from the mirror
of one's soul
touching smiles

happiness 
a dream
forever beautiful
igniting in the deep
embers burning
wild feelings

food of love
melting softness
eternal desire
a second heartbeat
feeding the fire
deep burning flames

a temperature rises
burning red passion
relights 
a single rose
blooms
in these ashes...

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A gentle tap upon heart’s window beats
an invitation to an open mind.
Yet deep within, a distant soul retreats,
so hiding light behind an aspect blind.

In pools of misplaced loyalty she basks
by light of candle, blending with gone-bys.
Upon the floor, in drifts, beguiling masks
discarded now along with...

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Straight walking does her talking 


                     WALK 
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“Where are you,” she cries in her sleep,
though pray she won’t to blurred stars
lingering in the past

Arms of little strength
reach for weakening moments
in dark rooms with plaster feelings

The cold slips beneath doorways
collecting at her feet,
crippling thoughts in glazed over eyes

As sorrowed breezes flicker flames
of the...

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What kind of God gives a man hope.
Pulls him from the abyss with golden rope.
Stokes the coals, relights the fire.
Give the man a new desire.
	
The wanderer no longer lost.
He no longer bears the albatross.
His purpose renewed, his strength restored.
He now knows what he’s living for.

Each...

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A sky of gray dances before me
Endless and angry
Blanketing this dirt road
In impenetrable fog

We're all lost, enthralled
With our delusions
Clinging to our convictions
Tightening the ropes around our necks

And everywhere I look
All of my friends are dying
Trapped within a car wreck
Brought about from lack of trying

A game...

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She said...
I only told you half of the truth,
I've been around the block but no one can compare to you,
Some were better but you're my heart,
Jealous?
You know I am,
When you tell who and when I start to visualize it,
It drives me crazy and makes me...

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Snatched to the second heaven the Son of man..
Son of man stands before the congregation of angels
and the accuser says... You only gave glory to your Name
go back the verdict is read.. and live amongst them mortals
live as a man... the tears are shed for...

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“Where are you?” she cries to sleep,

though prays she won’t to blurred stars

lingering in the past


Arms of little strength

reach for weakening moments

in dark rooms with plaster feelings


The cold slips beneath doorways

collecting at her feet,

crippling thoughts in glazed over eyes


As sorrowed breezes flicker flames

of the candle...

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The wind strokes 
softly the face 
Ablaze in dreams passion 
silently echoes return

Love my tender light 
Flickering shadows of beauty 
In the ashes 
the embers speaking glow

The dark side of our makeup 
Broken wings of love's despair 
Smouldering embers crackle and hiss 
Love's light shines...

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Pour into my cup 
the elixir of decadence
and add a grain of truth
to my harvest and the essence of my virility
and to make a toast to my inbred agility
to raise a crop from earth rich in beauty
to feed a nation the fruit of God is...

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Dancing amid the fire hastily; gracefully.
for this long-awaited moment.
Now the time has finally come 
and have a ticket for the ride.
This dance has come to an end 
and a new one begins.
The ring of fire relights 
new beautiful glorious colors
but is not the same and...

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"The core of knowledge is love"
Satha Sai Baba

This dark November night
in New England
has come but midway

I, not so bright,
have given in
without a fight
to insomnia.

Above the small round yellow light
on my factory 48-pane window ledge
overpowering my bedroom walls
soar grayly up 
toward a faint 16 foot ceiling
dark,...

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