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A Journal of Sorts

"it may be a fire
tomorrow it could be nothing
it may reach out to the sky
light up everything that you know
everywhere you go from now
you will see better than before
people you've not known for years
will come knocking at your door

it may be a fire
but you've gotta get it into your heart
it may be a warm wind
that tries to blow your heart away
it may walk into your life
tell you everything that you know
looking down through all the years
making plans that have gone passed

it may be a fire
something you've not known for years
but you knew that it would last
it may be a fire
but you gotta get it into your heart
I'm turning all the answers
inside out
looking for a love
that reaches out
of the fire into your heart"


~ John Lodge ~









the question is (no unnecessary, but if it helps)... how far are you willing to let it burn... oh truths or fantasies... what shall it be for me?... will we sit there in the end raining down on our own passions with our tears, putting our our own fires with our fears and when they can not be extinguished and drive us mad, will we gather 'round the fire telling sad or scary stories while intermittently, like modern wiper blades, singing we didn't start the fire?...

some people hate
with love so cruel
they destroy
any innocent fool
who dares to trust
or love or get too close
love them once
and you're always haunted by their ghost
repeat rewind

some people fear
with love so cold
they are frozen
and anyone so bold
who dares to try
to help them thaw
burns for all time
complicated by the guests and the host
of your mind

some people believe in fate or destiny
synchronicity or serendipity
some people believe in love and whatever will be
but all I know for sure is me
and nobody knows me
and that's so lonely
the part of my heart meant for sharing is
totally
empty

except for the memories
and the scars still healing
without love the healing can only continue
alone healing's never complete

and I want to believe love will come to me
bring it on fate or destiny
synchronicity or serendipity
anyway it comes to me
just let it come to me
so the part of my heart meant for sharing
won't be
empty

some people love
with love so pure
they are melting
and anyone so sure
who dares to try
to help them share
burns for all time
sustained by having the one they want the most
life is kind






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