You're an addiction.
A drug I can't quit.
An illusion of memories.
A bottomless pit.
Sweet taste of desire.
As I look into your eyes.
Longing to hold you.
Hopelessly mesmerized.
You lit a fire in my soul.
Deep within you turned me on.
Burning embers still remain.
Though your love for me is gone.
You reached inside and stole my heart.
Youve got me crashing to the ground.
A bad addiction is what you are.
But I can't seem to put you down
Got Fire In My Soul
Flaming Desire In My Heart
Waiting For Your Spark
My parents have seen a lot,
They came from a noble land.
I came to life screaming loud,
To tell the truth on the ground.
From the meadows of blue land,
I have collected butterfly song.
My homeland is hotter fire than,
Gave me power and fire in my soul.
Mother Earth to you I am related,
I drank water from dug well.
There, my navel blood is dripped,
I never say you 'farewell'.
The homeland is beautiful and shiny,
For me wonderful and warm ravine.
The people of Zhyloy are kind-mind,
They believe is freedom coming.
Angela, you are the fire in my soul
The spark that ignites my passion
The flame that burns in my heart
You are the light of my life
The sun that brightens my day
The star that guides my way
You are the music of my spirit
The melody that fills my ears
The harmony that soothes my fears
You are the dream of my mind
The vision that inspires me
The reality that delights me
Angela, you are the one I desire
The only one I adore
The one I want forevermore
The Love
Of my life
Your eyes lure me in
My heart beats to a passion beat
Lips wet with sunlight glistening on them
My love for you pulls me in
Deeply loving you
With arms caressing your soul
To folllow you whole
To preserve my soul
Love light from God
With kindness and true love binds us
Together in this world
To the end of time
My love will never yield
I only want you, my Love
My Love
You are the light of my life
The spark in my eyes
The warmth in my heart
The fire in my soul
You are the melody of my song
The rhythm in my steps
The harmony in my voice
The music in my ears
You are the flavor of my taste
The spice in my lips
The sweetness in my tongue
The honey in my mouth
You are the fragrance of my smell
The scent in my nose
The freshness in my breath
The perfume in my skin
You are the touch of my feel
The softness in my hands
The tenderness in my arms
The caress in my fingers
You are the love of my life
The joy in my smile
The peace in my mind
The bliss in my spirit
I didn't think anyone would ever argue that I am broken
Life has thrown up one too many challenges to me
I survived but I suppose i am more like magma from
Volcano
I am like molten rock that's been aerated by fire
I am to be fertile soil eventually
I still have fire in my soul but my substance has been burnt out
I lack beauty
I am ash
I'm told Ash makes great fertilizer
Perhaps I can fertilize your soil
with words
Tired and accelerated ... exhilarated
it rises
and I see it cresting through my window.
And as it does
I feel as if I am brand new
Granite and limestone
and I am gold
I am frankincense and I am Mir
Lines on the mountains
I am a million years old
I am 600 million years old
I am worn but I'm like that white rock you find on the beach
You can't help but respect the beauty of the lines that show up in a rock
jostled and beaten and tormented by the sea
I am purely round and all of my edges are gone
I am no fairy tale nor whimsical dream
this small white rock "knows"
pumice that from Volcano was born
only to become ash and then to become soil
and then become the fodder
forth from
new life
Small rock
Big Story
A fire in my soul is still burning brightly
After all these years the fire rages nightly
My dreams are filled
Also thoughts unfulfilled
Such is how life goes at times unsightly
Author Dana Redricks
June 8, 2027
I got rhythm in my soul. I got that fire in my soul that makes me stand up and be bold. I know this world can be cold. I have that rhythm that makes me never skip a beat. I that something inside of me that makes you want to stand to your feet. Some may call me sassy, but no not me, I’m just classy. I got that rhythm, because I’m far beyond rehearsal. I’m on the stage for the final finale. I’m a show stopper, a jaw dropper. I’m that rhythm of a toe tapper. I’m the rhythm of the night. Believing in myself that everything will be alright. I’m that rhythm that makes you want to stand up for your rights and never give up without a fight. I’m that rhythm that keeps you going, and always knowing that as long as you got rhythm you can keep on going.
It’s Re Life
I took deep breaths
With you on my mind,
With my eyes closed
Eye saw blue morpho
Came close with the Western wind,
And with my heart
wide opened she entered,
Smelling rose and jasmine combined
With few more deep breaths
She chameleoned to you,
Lil as lil fairy, smiling
‘fore my soul you lit my
entire heart like the
full moon that glows
You touched my soul
And my heart began
To melt down slow like
Ice cream in the sun
You lit nulite deep in my
soul, it keeps shining the
more I think of you.
I feel you’re the eternal
fire burning deep in my soul, giving me Re life
I am feeling sick today, I drank too much tequila and now my stomach is churning in a sickening way. I was supposed to go explore a cave but instead am writing this poem to say that I am also quite groggy but don't pay it much attention. Did I forget to mention the moscato? Last night I drank that too. I don't know why maybe that is just who I am on Thursdays with friends, although now I feel like the nauseous and am wishing it would end. Now, even as I sit here on this bed, I can't pretend to be someone I am not. Too many shots in too little of time. I tried to make a mix drink, maybe a sex on the beach or tequila sunrise. I can't remember. This was also how I spent my September, October, November and December but for now it's March and spring is soon to come. Maybe the flowers will numb the young fire in my soul and console my heart that withers in gold.
Looking like fire from the sky are 10 nails that speak of love.
The tips are rounded.
The bottom nails have a gold tip on the big toes.
The feet are healthy and look smooth.
The donna takes care of her nails and feet since she has to work hard and needs a break.
The red nails show her independence and strong will to succeed.
When she sleeps the nails show the hard work they have endured.
These hands and feet of hers need a massage.
After all a fire warms us when we are cold. We need to stroke the fire if it will remain with us.
She is the queen of my dreams.
The everlasting fire in my soul.
Well here comes the Sun again
Guess the world desided not to end
The birds tell me it's time to see the light
But I can't seem to get
Over the
Traumas of the night
I head out but my heart stays home
And all I want is to
Be left alone
But the fire in my soul burns on
Telling me
Chase your throne
You Bastard of Babylon
Ooh so you
Better listen for the battle song
Kuz here come the
Bastard of Babylon
I'd rather live in that plane that takes me towards the sky
then sit here on earth doing nothing but waiting to die
I'd rather go to the place of my birth and drink fine wine
and if my heart is still beats, then its a real good sign
With blush on my cheek and fire in my soul I want to appear
before my maker, with laughter on my cheeks and not a tear
to spare....
6/20/2019
The fire in my soul
Was just another chapter
In your insane life.
A safe and loving harbor
For you to come home to
Candle light would glow
In the frosty window
The embers were warm
As you walked through the door
Greeted with passion
Never turned you away
Blind to that other life
You led on the outside
Believed you my true love
As we danced through the night
The candle light dinners
I cooked to perfection
Making sweet love
By the crackling fire
I was played for a fool
Believing your words
Your music so soothing
As I sat with my tears
I forgave you again
And again, and again
Until the forgiving
Had emptied my heart
Yes, the fire in my soul
Was just another chapter
In your insane life………
Until it burned itself out.
You're an addiction.
A drug I can't quit.
An illusion of memories.
A bottomless pit.
Sweet taste of desire.
Innocent look into your eyes.
Longing to hold you.
Hopelessly mesmerized.
You lit a fire in my soul.
Down deep within you turned me on.
Burning embers still remain.
Even though I know it's wrong.
You reached inside and stole my heart.
Youve got me crashing to the ground.
A bad addiction is what you are.
But I can't seem to put you down.
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