Sunday, December 10, 2006

On Heart of Darkness, Lord of the Flies, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, Their Eyes Were Watching God, Hamlet, and life


Fire Walk


My heart’s been fire-walking

In the brooding darkness

Felt the horror, the horror in the flames

The beast speaks that there is no escape

And society breaks down

Hatred singed our pride and made liberty cry

A mother lost, a family torn

If you flip that coin again

Maybe life will change

Something inside me fell off the shelf

So when I’m done soliloquizing I’ll go beyond planning to act on what I know

Something is rotten in the state of man

But my thoughts be hopeful or be nothing worth

Remove the blindfold and see the light

There’s joy I’ve found that leaves no room for bitterness

Call me Shadrach because my heart’s on fire

But it’s not burned

I’m refined by the fire

And Ithaca nears- my home- a city on a hill.

(2002)

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