Flamelit Path

These pages blaze as I shape great escapes
For playful playmates nine-eighths grateful
For my taking hate and replacing it with faith

‘Cause I don’t feign
But maybe fake fame
As a phase of this face
That has been changed
And re-arranged
To be chained
To painful recreations
Of sacrificial sanctification
Upon obliteration of over-pontification

My patience is pale
Relations are failed
I keep making this hell
More infected to swell
My affections are telling me
All is now well
But that’s not what I see
When I look at myself

So I glare in your eyes
And I read your surprise
That my peepers just might
Have just seen through your lies

Can’t you see that this life
Is worth trying to die?
For a war that’s disproving
An eye for an eye?

Think we see, but we’re blind
If we’d look we would find
There’s no need for a light
If you truly have sight