The Fire

The fire was lit,
at the top of the hill.
It was lit in all its splendor.
The fire, it had power,
and it was its power I needed to heal.

The fire was lit,
and so I spoke to it.
I cried to the fire,
but the fire stayed lit.
It's flames could not be extinguished by my tears.

The fire was lit,
but I had a beef;
"I'm mad at you fire,
because you ignored me."

The fire was lit,
but I kept on talking.
"Fire, I know you can hear me. I know
you see my tears of frustration."
But the fire did not budge. It stayed lit.

The fire was lit,
I stayed and I talked.
"Okay," I told the fire,
"I guess I'm not angry, I guess I should say.
I'm sorry I yelled."
The fire calmed a little.

The fire was lit,
but now it was listening.
"I'm sorry," I told the fire.
"I need your flames. I need your warmth.
Please help me, fire."

The fire was lit,
but now it was smaller.
"Fire, pleaes help me. Things are not so well.
I feel so alone and I'm cold,
can you tell?"

The fire was lit,
and still I continued.
"Fire, I'm lonely, you're all I have left.
I'm sad, and I'm crying
I'm desperate, and scared."

Suddenly, the fire died.
It was no longer lit.
It was then, I felt its power.
In its final breath, the fire had given me its gift.
The fire had given me strength.

The Highway

Life is a highway,
I travel down through.
It's made up of vehicles,
both large and small, too.

There's all knids of cars
that you meet on these roads.
There's bugs and there's wagons,
There's trucks hauling loads.

You learn to stay clear of those big rigs
some times.
Especially, the ones hauling redwoods
and pines.

Those redwoods can prick you,
you won't see it coming.
Those pines, they leave splinters,
the pain can be stunning.

Then there's the Porsches, and
Corvettes, and Vipers.
Others are lucky to even have wipers.

Then there was me,
I was riding a bike!
That's all I had,
so little to like.

At least I had wheels,
until they went flat.
Then I was stuck there,
and that's where I sat.

The street cleaner came,
and it swept me away.
That was the end of my journey
that day.

The Places

When you're in the jungle,
watch what you say.
Don't hoot too loud
or swing the wrong way.

When you're in the forest
stay clear of the leaves
Don't mess wit the Ivy,
or piss off the Bees.

When you swim in the Ocean,
steer clear of the fishes.
Don't rattle the stingrays,
or else, you'll need stitches.

I walked in the desert,
and I walked alone.
I was tired and thirsty,
the sun brightly shone.

I came to a valley,
and there found a flock.
But they said I came
to the wrong little block.

And so I continued
along on my journey.
I searched for my horse,
Some day soon,
She shall find me.