Fire Dancing The Night Away

Bright light burns and blinds my sight,

While the heat, it warms my skin.

My movements are wild and unpredictable;

Is this the motivation of the Djinn?

How do I feed the fire,

And keep my passion lit and glowing,

When I’m hiding from the fuel of fame

That can push them all to knowing?

Is it that I know my place,

(In the Irony that Is My Life),

Come the standings of this race,

At the sound of Piper’s fife?

Trying to spread the burning,

Desperate not to lose the fire.

But how to fan the flames of passion

When I fail to know the desire?

Struggling to force a spark,

In panic, afraid to lose the flame.

But I broke my match, the kindling is wet;

I can see it’s all in vain.

The glowing embers slowly dim,

Light hides and then fades away.

I close my eyes, embrace the quiet,

Seek peace within…

…One day I’ll find it…

How will I find my way in the dark

When nothing calls my name?

Listening for songs within my heart,

Hearing only dissonant notes of pain.

They have but mockery to sound and serve

With a side of fries and pity

(But no one gives a damn about

A poem’s message if it’s shitty)

I open my eyes to the ashen remains.

In wisps of smoke, my vision clouds,

After violence and purification entwine,

The phoenix, once ablaze, dons its shroud.

Yet when passion ebbs, what's left behind?

Without the Djinn, does passion cease?

Will I retain a hollow incompleteness?

Or does purity find its own release?

The gigs here lack fulfillment,

Empty gratitudes expressed

Feigned appreciations given

As this less is their best press.

So, where does the fire go to burn

Amidst the deluge’s might?

In the forge of my heart, where passions rekindle,

The fire seeks refuge, bearing its light.

For deep within, a fate still stirs me,

Seeking validation not of gold or name –

It’s in echoes of self where validation is true,

Found in moments and deeds pursued untamed.

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