Burning Eternity

The smell of smoke in the winter
comes to me like never before.
Sitting and tripping and feeling
that I've been pushed down under
freezing snow.

I feel comfort in the dark spaces
between my hands, when I'm down
and out of my head and hung out
in the subtractions.

Can I heal all my fractions?

A madman swirl of confusion and
intoxication and fuzzy nightmares.
Feelin' drugged out and drug out
and washed out with the tide.

Missing out on the reason and the
rhyme, too nice or light to ever
put up and objection or a fight.

When can I return to the flower?
And bloom outwards in the
vintage sun and Native tounge.

Flowing towards the magnetic ending
of sparkling, burning eternity.

 

crazy nice chaos beauty.
nice to read new stuff of yours bloomy james!
how are you eh?:daisy:

 

I loved it, very nice.

 

"And bloom outwards in the
vintage sun and Native toungue

Flowing towards the magnetic ending
of sparkling burning eternity"

Like it a lot, specially that part

 

Really, really interesting and well written. Very original.

 

Wow, thanks you guys! I'm glad everyone dug it.

 

wow, this is incredible.

inbloom, you are the shiz-nizzle

 

i love this one, dear. I know i've said this before, but you're always coming out with a different rythym, a different style, and I like that. You have so much variety.

 

i always enjoy your stuff
just gorgeous you are

 

Thank you all so much. It means alot to me to see people enjoy my work, as my poems are a reflection of myself and my thoughts.

 

Great poem!


I loved how you painted the cold landscape
and rose like the flower through the dense layers
to bloom with hope and inspiration...
like a foreshadowing of spring.

 

Thanks, Sylvan! I always appreciate your input, as your work has inspired mine.