The Burning Ember

The Burning Ember -

Fiddling with tulips peddles on bamboosticks in meddows,
flying, fading, waltzing, dine with me my darling.
Hold your breath, i'll shock the divinity to death,
its diversity its a blooming flower...
colourful, approximate, devoured.
desired, a coward.
a cold walking liar.
a seaping poem uninspired.
wired to dutch agents in dark alleys,
finding following friends in palaces,
a clinging woman crying in street of density,
a street of deepness, a lamp to keep this,
moment in purged happiness,
the light of the streaming pscyhotic feeling,
lost in the temple of gorged gracelessness.
a condominium trashed in recklessness.
a restless anorexic fiend,
a stooping bird in stylish suite,
autistic children playing,
masked murderers praying,
what is to be done?
the end is here. not really.
not reeling, just waiting.
no longer searching,
i've found what im now burdened.
i'm happily surfing, water is beautiful in its effects
i deserve it.
you deserve to conjure it.
a swaying star in lime cozy amsterdam bar.
on par with benjamin buttons cinematic scar.
a swerving vehicle in the ditch now, lights blinking,
lives saved, lives trounced on.
sway with me, my darling,
where are you>?
still hidden in the burning ember?
my beloved, far far, in the burning ember...
shes beautifully in love,
not content, no not yet.
not beautifully waiting,
in the burning ember...
its no longer december.