The Fireman

The Dream

 

Last night I dreamed

And everything was fine.

My loves all gathered to me

Happiness & peace of mind.

 

The Burning House

 

Outside is a world of woe.

Fire in the rafters

And lava, like hot coal, below.

But I divert myself

With the Great vehicle

Of my soul!

 

To Put out the Fire!

 

I have a hose

It's called the truth.

These are things I know.

My Soul, the summation of my life,

Depends solely on where I go.

 

So I choose to stay

To spray the water of truth

On all our collective pain and woe.

 

Fighting the Fog

 

Though smoke seek to overwhelm me.

I breathe calmly

Wearing the breathing gear

Of a mind free and clear.

 

And when I've fought

To heavenly exhaustion.

I fall into my couch

Knowing true friends gather near.

 

True Friends

 

All I love

Gather inside me.

To warm and protect me.

Encourage, warn & guide me.

They help me ward the forces of mara,

Who rend and tear, hunt and snare.

So I can protect those I love in turn.

 

The Mortal Path

 

So as my body begins to fail.

Yet my spirit continues to sail.

As nature marshals rains

To cleanse and rearrange.

And wake those in Mara's thrall.

One day we will awake all.

If I can stay awake long enough, myself

 

I ride on

Sadly observing the world of woe

Storms above

Fire below.

I do what I can.

 

I fully understand.

Will anyone listen?

Will they grab the fire hose?

Or run away with burning clothes?

 

All I can do is shake my head

And aim the hose of truth,

Instead.

 

Why People Triffle

 

I know why they bleed!

Delusions of fear.

Anger at phantoms.

Drugs and beer.

 

Holding onto lies and liars.

They March into the fire

Without a hose.

Instead of putting out fires

They are burning their fingers & toes.

 

Carvings On the Rocks

 

I take comfort.

Maybe one day they will listen.

I have carved my soul

On Rocks & trees.

 

I have shouted from the mountain.

And some have heard.

It need not be this way.

It need not be so cruel.

Mara doesn't even want to rule.

She just is deluded too.

 

Choose Life!

 

Which future do we choose!

Choose life?

Or the path of tyranny,

Which is death.

What good does it do,

To instigate strife?

There is more than enough for two.

Why take it all?

 

By:

Chris Holte, June 2018