Chaos Rising

You pour burning flowers down my throat,

Cast another lily on the fire. O that I had

Spoken sooner, caught your tongue like

A cat.

I had no idea that you would call, or that

Fire could be so cold. I hate that about you

Every flower you put on doesn't burn, only

Freezes my heart.

Do you know a riddle? Hit the nail on the

Head, carry the old woman to bed. Break

Me down, build me up, put another rose

On the fire.

Burn me down, burn me up. Kiss me with

Kisses that sear, lips that chill me to the bone.

Haunt my soul with those burnt flowers, let the

Ghosts of all that has passed, touch me.

I am not afraid of death, only of life that

Is so very unfair. Come, teach me Plato,

Teach me Shakespeare. Show me words

That can express the soul.

Define God to me, even though He cannot

Be defined. Define love in words that don't

Exist. Burn another flower on the cross

That you love, then cast me on as well.

Collapsed and broken, like the flowers you

Have burned. Am I bruised? Am I burnt up?

Do you still see me? Or have I faded like

Those unfortunate orchids?

Love me or hate me, kiss me or hit me. Don't

Let's stand here in this putrid silence. White

And black photos scattered on the floor,

Those photos burn as well.

So let's forget this whole matter, burn the

Flowers and pour them on my coffin. Let

Them bury me in the sea of simplicity. I

Care not for anything here.

So cast the marigold on the fire, let the

Beautiful flames fly up and let them cause

Everything else to fade away. I will remain

Hidden and open, buried by a flowery flame.