candles
wax standing tall
a bright light glows shining warmth
dark rooms are filled with a bright light
what a beautiful sight
I don’t remember
the smell of the candle
or the trying light
of the flame
Woven in Wax and Heart
A flickering wick in the velvet dark,
I chase the light, a tiny spark.
Through golden fields and frozen rain,
To find the peace and hope.
I offer up a candles glow,
To unlock stories from long ago.
From wax and flame, a gift is spun
A woven cape like the rising sun.
But cloth and colour are only part,
I give a gift from my heart.
For every spirit, a friend Marcus found new,
Dressed in the light you share with me.
I know my hair continues to grow
tho' not for long when I'm dead and gone
finger and toenails sprout out slow
but here's a thought to linger on
it's only a theory yet I have a query
when six feet down in hallowed ground
will wax still appear in both my ears
if I'm not here or no longer around?
vessel captivates
warm waxing finesse waning
more color less stress
glowing going with flowing
lugubrious globular!
vibrant pink guava
incandescent liquid groove~
pahoehoe lava
Windowed, Windowed,
Wax, Wax, .... Wax!
Voices Fun Of Cheer's
.... Syntax!
Another body has burned; Sweet release.
I run so f*cking hot I struggle to breathe,
But I’ve changed so much!
Sweet release.
Rubbernecking the sun as they tell me that I’ve won.
Sweet release.
There’s purple in these eyes, staring at a neck every time I strum a line.
(Gasp) Sweet release.
But there’s nothing I’m afraid of (sweet release)
Like a candle dressed in white,
He greets each black stained fly that comes in every Sunday night; Sweet release.
A PATCHWORK CASTLE – a story of the wax factor
They told me we would walk the stars,
If I took a piece of you, and a piece of me,
And a piece of him here, and a piece of him there,
And a piece of she.
They told me that the world would heal,
If you shared your mind, and I brought my feel,
And he gave his wealth, and she shared her zeal.
A patched art of tapestry!
They told me that the sky would light with hope,
If he keeps his candle lit, pass it on to him,
And to him and her. You see, my candle glows
From the loss of wax that falls, wax that choked my flame!
Then the result, a serenity of light, bright,
And the product wonderful, full of color and delight,
The paths cleaner and clearer, the sky more radiant and sheer,
The world a better haven, a place of love and cheer.
And I believe, my small pallet of a gravel,
And your patch of sand, and her drop of sweat,
Built this castle of greatness, patched with indifference
For beauty of diversity, and we love to live in this.
In the nighttime hours
As the world deftly creeps by
I summon my powers
Spread my wings and fly
Past cotton clouds,
Snow-capped mountains, white
I am lost and I am found
I am beauty and blight
Past the midnight chimes
A soul searching for home
Tangling myself in rhymes
So as to not feel alone
Catch the updraft of hope
Friendship sun on my face
My place in this world in scope
Loathing, with love replace
moon plays in phases
with its wax and wane cycle
from slack, lax and lame
to wanton wax lyrical
inspired lunar conundrum
I light up my lighter but never to smoke
but to do something that makes me a joke.
i set a candle on fire, the flames grow higher
as i watch the violet envelope the crimson.
the candle is pink and striped with white
it casts a yellow shining light.
wax pools in the lake below the wick
i feel it getting to the brim and making me sick.
i tilt the candle askew so it aligns with my hand
and it drip, drip, drips on my command.
i hiss out in pain
but it helps me restrain
from doing something inhumane.
but wax isn't bad enough to be something serious
and wax isn't sane enough to not be called delirious.
so i sit in my room and i drip the hot wax
'till i fall on the floor and finally collapse.
Lifted by the sweet sound of birdsong,
wild surfer on double overhead waves;
I feel all that Sex wax and Billabong.
ridges on my lips
left from imprints of your voice
lingering like wax
the crow seeks out his company
to the keen, he waxes eloquently
the dull just hear cacophony
Take the wick of a candle, and give it a light.
You can see where you walk through the darkness of night.
Between myself and the candle, there is an analogy.
What I see here is a striking similarity.
Just like the wax, my life is melting away.
I can no longer live like I did in an earlier day.
My life is like the candle that is burning on.
It's only a matter of time before I am gone.
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