Saturday, December 20, 2008

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend. The brightest heaven of invention.

In 1974 my Papaw died. In 1982 my Mawmaw died. In 1985 I was married and spent almost 10 years with a cheating drug addict. In 1995 I lost my marriage, my job, and everything I had and slept in a car. In 1998 my ex-wife took my kids, I lost the woman I thought loved me, and my job. In 2006 I lost my second wife. This year I lost my job and my daughter went to jail. Money is tight, I might lose my house if things don't change. This year I took a chance and failed.

This is what the fire looks like. It burns.

There is one thing worse than killing me and that's hurting me. I have been hit by bare-knuckle boxers, stabbed, and shot at. Nothing crafted by man can hurt me unless I let it.

I am strong. I am very strong. Despite what you may have heard, I'm a good man and a damn strong one, sometimes though, you get lost in the process. I got lost.

I am sex covered in chocolate and will whisper things that will make your spine melt and my kiss will burn your soul. I can breath a word in a woman's ear and make her beg. I can look any man in the eye and he will step aside.

This is what the fire looks like. You can hurt me. You can take everything I have and I will spread these phoenixian wings and the tips will burn the corridors of the universe and make ash of your world.

I am eternal, invincible, unstoppable, and inevitable.

This is my world.

Burn with me.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Did you know I can tell the future?

I saw it coming and I told you how it would go.
I prophesied the choreography from entry to exit.
I never gave you less than what you asked for.
Showing you the exit, I even showed you the list of names at the door.
I gave you a cross to nail your sins to and the nails and the hammer.
This ain't my first rodeo, and I'm sure it wasn't yours.
How many times will you do this?
Who will get the blame the next time?
I never lied to you.
Did you lie to yourself?
Did you ever watch a thief leave the scene of a crime?
They sneak out slowly, pretending they'll be back.
Then they protest the loudest when they get caught.
You didn't steal anything I didn't offer.
And while you offered, you never gave.
It wasn't mine to have, was it?
Just a game you play.
Did you know I can tell the future?
I told you what was coming and I told you how it would go.