Fire

Opinion. All are entitled. I speak mine. Fire.
I pretend. Fire. I do. Fire. Woe is me, I write
to the most high, they seek me like David
King, secure me not fault. Targetted. Fire.
Black eyes. I transmute all the Karma I gather
Fire. What's left, just Ether and I, and loved
Ones, whom passed on, I beckon your call,
Perhaps there is a right and wrong, I was told
Experience, is fire.

Intuition flares, like I don't hear all the stares,
Oh yes he is human right, I think I am divine
As taught by the master sublime, wait, check
Fire. I leave room for the chaos to ensue, wait
Is it still possible to do alchemy transmute?
Yes, turning base to gold in fire, aimed at a
Being your call brother, when darkness feeds on
you.

Born a diplomat, die a diplomat with advise that
never goes to righteous ears who really care, they
speak to me on years of ego, I find more help in
Pink book with angels, stranger angel hands gold
I try my best, the almighty consoles, I speak to David
Who calms me, when brother makes quams with me,
I say please don't hurt me so, we have been through so
much fire.

Christopher Baird 2012 ©