I walked into a fire
that wasn’t made of flame,
a blaze of doubt and longing
that called me by my name.
It rose from buried questions,
from truths I tried to hide,
from all the dreams I’d quieted
to keep the peace inside.
Its heat was forged of choices,
of paths I didn’t take,
of moments when my courage
fell silent for my sake.
The sparks were old assumptions,
the smoke was worn-out fear,
and every crackling ember
said, You’re meant to stand right here.
I felt it burn around me,
yet nothing turned to ash;
instead the fire revealed me
in one bright, searing flash.
It stripped away the shadows,
the stories I outgrew,
and left me with a fierceness
I never knew I knew.
For metaphorical fire
does not arrive to break~
it comes to heal, to melt the boundaries
we never meant to make.
And when its heat has softened
the walls we built in vain,
with faith we step out of the furnace
more whole than we remain.
I am chaos and sereneness intertwined,
a tsunami of fierceness and calm
my heart is a storm, my soul the thunder,
a duel in the sky for all to wonder
I am wild and untamed,
in my eyes even the Milky Way sighs,
my laughter like an orchestra
as I dance through life,
fearless and carefree
I bring chaos and sereneness
wherever I go.
love runs and hides whenever I am near,
my heart dark, my soul cold,
too many loves have done me wrong.
I am chaos and anger,
ripping roses from their vine,
blood red,
the color of my scorn.
where romance once blossomed,
all time stood still
when you left,
my heart ceased to breathe,
crumbling like a lifeless rose,
blown into non-existence
by the storm of roses.
Back then I had no gift but this precious love,
fashioned deep in the fierceness of my mind,
kept bright by you through every failing light.
Now, through each falling day and dying sound,
what's left is more than any time I've lost:
you outlive memory, vision, and desire.
Time itself has grown vast, unsearchable;
the world has multiplied your absence
into unlikely consolations for my soul.
To this very day, my heart remembers
and goes on beating out the faithful chords,
played steadily through all silence and noise.
You remain within me, securely sealed,
wider than memory, deeper than longing:
the persistent music of my dreaming life.
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008
only the moon sees
and feels the fierceness of storm
as sky keeps her eyes closed
They are trampoline heroes
Battling unknown and unseen demons
Twirling in mock flight
Feigning a fierceness not felt
Children of a lesser fraud
Molded by changing winds
Guided by often unsure hands
Learning to trust in themselves
Lessons from multiple mentors
The necessity of strength
The guidance of gentleness
Softening the voice of anger
They will learn from the building of Magna-tile castles
The basics of perseverance and character
The machinations of a forming mind
Changing with each decision made
They seek without seeking
Think without “thinking”
Trust that the trampoline is safe
Knowing that we are there
With a loud cry, a strike of lightening and the fierceness of the wind.
It comes to bring balance.
It comes to bring peace.
It does not waver; it shows no favor.
For Justice, sees beyond what we can see.
Justice is here and it will stay until closure comes and peace is what remains.
And with a loud cry, Justice strikes and blows through the unjust with a fierceness that can only be calmed when balance is restored.
Justice is here and Justice will stay.
I wanted to love you with a fierceness
Making your heart and soul long for me
You would yearn with desire from within
But the truth is simply I lacked the ability
The blame sits right here on my shoulders
In no way does any blame fall at all on you
You would’ve gave me the world if I had asked
I still couldn’t love you the way I wanted to
I’d dwell on something filling me with rage
I’d yell and scream to make you feel small
The fight lasted until the rage disappeared
You’d go in our room and quietly you’d bawl
You never deserved how I made you feel
Yet through it all you still would love me
You gave an incredible love I didn’t return
Imagine if you could’ve set your love free
You gave a hundred percent to our marriage
And i couldn’t give half of what you give away
Your heart is so genuine you continued to love
Asking god each night for help as you pray
Finally you opened your eyes seeing the truth
I’m too broken to fix no matter what you try
It breaks your heart your love wasn’t enough
And again you go to our room so you can cry
a Danish imbroglio
The Danish prime minister is appealing to Europe to stop Trump’s idea of taking Greenland and making it an American state
What he wants not that he is overly interested
is to be sure that no other country places
bases on Greenland’s still-cold soil like Russia
or China
the Vikings when Greenland had a period of thawing had farms there, which tells us the brave Vikings were mostly farmers, their fierceness is a national lie
As for Europe helping look another way they
write the declaration of good intent and should
Say, Trump, post troops on the Island, the EU
will wring their hands and do nothing
We know this when Gaza suffered a mini holocaust it lamented, but otherwise, did nothing, even Germany in her misguided sense
of guilt lasting for generations sent weapons to Israel
So, we tell Denmark you are on your own to deal
with this new situation, but to give more money for the defense of Greenland is futile
Perhaps the Danish “hygge” might help
I remember feeling inadequate, but I also remember the fierceness I felt,
That out of all the people surrounding me, I wasn't meant to protect anyone else,
I felt completely ridiculed, but the feeling that I felt was so strong,
God told me I want you to remain silent, while I loved you all along,
I knew opinions would get in the way, because I watched how they were quick to throw judgment,
And it did not matter how pure my intent was, they would have turned it around to block it,
The cautiousness in the air was so thick, like a fear that would not let go,
And every day I would pray for your protection to see the truth and grow,
I saw the innocence of your heart, a love that was so strong,
It blew me away and I knew that's why you were gone for so long,
And through it all you still held on, and stood for the love you believed,
The courage you showed, man of God, was unlike anything I've ever seen,
So forgive me if I love you more than I should, because your heart brings tears to my eyes,
You will always have my friendship, I will always stand by your side.
Author Dana Redricks
December 15, 2024
I'm letting go of the chains, unbinding me, releasing whispers cloaked in false friendships. Rising above sinking ships and harmful words that cross hateful lips like sinking ships. I choose the path where my spirit is free, there may be days where I might feel lonely, but sometimes that is what's best for me. In the wilderness God molds and shapes me into the person I'm meant to be. No more shadows of what pretends to be.
I've carved out my path with courage and fierceness, embracing whispers of dreams that pierce. In the garden of growth where new seeds sow, if it doesn't help me bloom, then God help me to let it go.
The winds may shift, the tides may sway, yet in my heart, I've found my way. With each step forward, I clearly see what God has in store for me,
I cherish what truly nourishes me.
As I lean on the promises that God has for me, here I stand. I am finally free now I see clearly. Soaring high above this earth below letting go of all the things that hinders me. I'm letting go, I can finally fly as I hold my head up looking towards the sky.
What’s left behind is the fragrance of the lilac
Crushed between forlorn fingers
Petals held in contorted hands
Once lust rendered dust the terrain shall cover
Fierceness is abandoned forgiveness is given
To whom does this come, whom shall it deem
As father time allots and consumes
Pro tem I am, pro tem I am
an irrepressibly creative force
Manifesting myself
by channeling a myriad of diverse
and inexplicably bold personas
struggling to leave resonance in my wake
to whom does this come
this legacy that lives on~
is what I shall be
You smile hoping the tears at the corner of your eyes don't drop
Your eyes, oh your eyes, shine with a fierceness that belies the dark clouds behind them.
They gleam like an angel's, yet hide the stories that lie beneath.
Like they hold zero fears
The contradiction!!
You could tell a thousand tales
Of how you've suffered and hid the pain
How goosebumps rose on your arms when your fear comes to life
Your fear of giving your best
But getting way less
You cradle them like a mother bird does her eggs.
Yet you hold the same value as a rag to them.
A rag waiting for a day to finally be used.
People always take from you, they take but never give
You clench your jaw when you are shunned,
The veins on your neck wanting to pop.
Your tightened fist says alot
Your eyes turn red,
You know you've had enough
It's time your aching heart gets a little rest
WOMAN KING
Every fight to live,
The strength to survive.
Other from the authority,
Just to secure territory.
Swords tasty of blood,
Killings and stains of blood.
The strength of a man,
Fragile heart of a woman.
With skills and fierceness,
Every battle is a success.
The legacy of Dahomey,
Belong to the warriors of Dahomey.
Agojie—a group of women warriors,
General nanisca the superior.
fight against a foreign enemy,
Gain their empire and legacy.
PricelessPEN
Only the moon sees
and feels the fierceness of storm
sky keeps her eyes closed
Do others often ask themselves,
" Are there days without darkness...
when another storm shows fierceness?
Has hope dimmed for selfish reasons? "
And the living pay little attention to events,
although they grin and appear to be perplexed;
and they miss every sign of the crucial times:
how can they not be aware? That's so absurd!
Are there days without darkness?
The evil ones embrace dark ideals
to accomplish a task linked to death,
to control and suppress each breath!
Anybody who holds the absolute power,
shouldn't neglect the masses with needs;
money is squandered on wars that drives:
brother against brother, sister against sister!
Lost is the concept of fairness, of humanness;
they silence the one who's forced to rebels against
the iron hand from the throne of false atonement:
they have built a dungeon fit for raving lions!
Are there days without darkness,
with limpid skies of unfaded blueness?
Are the paved roads free of thistles:
where all are safe from vile threats?
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