fire

The explosions engulf
Mushrooms of fire pop up across the globe
Burning with the power of a thousand suns
Dropped on all beings
Ripping with unstable power
Snarling
Through all that exists
Buildings, trees, children
Nothing is spared
Metal melts
They rain down
Relentless
A river of blood
An explosion of debris
Perpetually increasing
By the end it does not matter who did it
Who launched the first one
Only that the shear destruction
Has cause so much pain
To those that did nothing

In my bedroom, in the dark,
Scared of fire, of a spark.
I'm shivering inside my bed,
The covers are up over my head.
I stay awake, eyes open wide,
The temperature goes up inside.
I'm still awake when morning comes,
And I know just why I am glum.
I now use crutches, not my feet;
I'm afraid I won't escape the heat.
But now there is the light of day,
I finally go to sleep, hurray!

Prologue

To move on with your life,
is to let the fire burn,
letting it burn bright,
never flickering to go out.
The day it goes out,
is the day the water runs,
it runs through heart, soul, and air.
It is invisible, yes, invisible,
but exists,
wherever there is a flame flickering.
The water waits inside others,
others who would take your fire,
and use it against you,
don't let that happen.

Lately my nights have been
a dizzy kaleidescope of incense
and candles and
flickering shadows
against my shaking
fingers.

Every night
I strike
the matches, watch as they
grow, dance, fly,
they are my
children,
of sorts.
Sometimes I think
that I can hear
their whispers.

And sometimes
I let the match
keep burning,
the fire alive as it
crawls towards my finger,

A huge billowing fire
Erupting from the mountain side
Engulfing the entire mountain in flames
It leaps this way and that
Swirling about in beautiful colors
Gold, scarlet, tangerine, and yellow
But this is no fire, it is the autumn trees bursting to life

In the beginning
your life was two pieces
of damp wood
and a box
of broken matches.
Baby fingers tried to create
a flame,
a spark of hope,
something,
anything.
A flash of light
cracked through the downpour,
and later on
your hands become harder,
callused,
no longer weak.

The fire grew,
blazing,
roaring,
scorching your face.
One time it burned you,