Volcano of Passion!
the clock ticks on my wall and the cacophonic frenzy of the daylight disappears through the skylight, All I do is smile and laugh at the little joys of this planet, Little joys that awaken the weaving mind of this poet! I am a volcano of lust, Following my wants and faulting my heart. Staring out in the night, trying to bury the gnawing hurt, I dream of the sky, as I seek to sate my thirst to fly, and flee the blackness of the day, I dream of soaring with eagles high above; high above, a place full of love, Whilst it is hard to soar with the eagles when one is surrounded by turkeys, I can only dream, dream of emptying the Atlantic with a tablespoon! Am awake in my sleep and am falling, clinging onto a feeble thread of optimism, the hope of finding true adoration, Resting fathers, fly me your strengths! If only Venus the goddess of love gave me a sign, an openin’, I would gladly embrace the torments of hell, and I would journey well, I would be reborn from mud; I would