Fire Poem by Philo Yan

Fire



Shhhhhhhh.....rumors get started
and the heat starts to rise
when the angel before us becomes
aroused with devilish eyes......
the devil I call me
is just a quiet man
who prefers sunning himself
to a fiery tan........ ;)

With sharpened horns
and pointy tails
the quiet man
is rudiment
What fires burn in his heart
which sets him high and apart......

Perhaps our journey is in the sharing....
Perhaps its in the stew......
sharing a journey in life is better
when sharing it with the likes of you 

With the likes of me
and the likes of you
What we share
can't be stew? !
With the likes of you
and the likes of me
our journey's end
will be sound and true.....

We are here and in the Now
Enjoy it as it is
For the future is too far away
for us to worry, come what may
So lets both walk into the light
and make each day lovely and bright!

Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fire
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