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It's The Passion
Commit To Memory

It's The Passion

It is the passion
that causes me the most trouble
the passion
because it is so raw
so new
that it surges within me
and I can’t stop the noise
I try to  ignore it
try to deceive it
but it knows better
it is aware
that it needs
to be expressed
must be addressed
that I can’t hide it anymore
it is the passion
that dwells within
this place that I am
that drives me to moments of desire
when the fire burns
like never before
the night calls me
dawn enhances my delirium
enrages the flames
as they dance within me
lapping rhythmically,
at my heart which swells
the heat at times
smothering me
I gasp for air
look to the sky
hoping it will rain
which will at least
hold this conflagration at bay
until the next time
when passion
for the fire is not extinguished
but merely smoldering
its heat still very evident
in my eyes

Commit To Memory

We are constantly
reminded that
we must be vigilant
with our souls
lest they get lost
within the labyrinth of time
endless without direction
we are implicitly told
to keep an eye
upon our hearts
lest it disappears
within a sea of passion
we forgetting to stay afloat,
the need to breathe
becomes imperative

We are reminded
to keep the door
to our mind open
lest we forget
about the vitality of life
forget that within the darkness
lies death,
that the light comes
through the keyhole
we must remember
to keep it open,
the door to our being
lest we forget
where we’ve come from!



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