Poking the Fire, by FieryFlash

Supporting the cause: People against Inanity

fieryflash — Tue, 22 Mar 2011 15:02:46 +0000

After reading a friend’s recent blog post (http://mothicus.blogspot.com) surrounding the weak-minded grounding of modern insults, and people’s inability to come up with anything that has real originality, gumption and wit, I have to elaborate and say that society’s mindset in general suffers from the same problem. People suffer, by and large, from the trappings of peer pressure, which mostly consist of mass stupidity culture, and the misconception that following said herd of uneducated, ignorant masses, is a good thing. Individuality and free thinking should be encouraged, and by this I mean true individuality, not the type where you get told to be "unique", but at the same time to fall into socially and/or politically touted classifications. Individuality and free thinking is a process where one questions values that are imposed on one by society and institutions with an agenda, i.e. people who want to create wealth off of one’s beliefs, or cause you to contribute financially without question to a cause, regardless of whether they are preaching rational arguments, or just exhibiting pure sensationalism.
What I’m getting at then, in this somewhat concise and compressed post, is do not be afraid or discouraged to use your brains folks. It evolved into the powerful instrument it is for a reason. (Yes, I did say EVOLVED, go read a modern science textbook in case you don’t know what that means.)
People who discourage/frown upon/slate/slam/rebel against/don’t understand/attempt to disprove the process of free thought, originality, and critical analysis of everyday customs, beliefs and sayings, should be avoided like the festering, plague-ridden intellectually stagnant ignoramuses that they are. No good can come from THAT gene pool my friends, that is certain.

My ancestral home pt1: The fields of Yorkshire

fieryflash — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 13:15:42 +0000

The fields of Yorkshire is where I’ll be.
One day when the siren song calls.
When I close my eyes and listen,
To the summons of the masters of old,
The olde county is what calls me to its breast.
The birthplace of my name, the soft cradle of our kind.
The hamlet whispers in the rain,
The Norwood recites soft poetry that reverberates through my being. No matter how far away I am on foreign soil,
The cottages perched on the ridge call out to me,
The penetrating drizzle cleanses me to the very depths of my soul. I wear the white rose of the house with pride, along with the red cross, it has my allegiance.
I long to tread your soft green path but once,
Crying in the mist in wonder at your effulgence.
Part of my soul dwells here,
Birthplace of my ancestors.
Uneasy battleground of kings, uniting under the tudor.
Fairest rose, you capture my fancy,
And possess a bit of heart.
But for the fair France, there is nowhere else I would settle for. Be it that you glorify His name, for you are a
county gorging upon exquisite beauty.
Hail Yorkshire,
My Yorkshire.

I just want to kiss you

fieryflash — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 13:14:44 +0000

Why can’t I just come out and say it?
I really want to kiss you.
I am captivated by your dark eyes and your lovely brown tresses. I wanted to cry when you asked me whether I was leaving.
I really wish I didn’t need to.
I really wish that I could take you with me.
I would take you across the world with me in a heartbeat, if you would just have me.
I love how you help me stay on track with my plans.
I love how determined you are to not let circumstances get you down, and to come out on top.
And I love how selfless you are, it shows in everything you do and everything you say.
And now I really am crying because I miss you so much.
I just want to be close to you and spend some time with you. I just want to hold you and touch your cheek.
I just want to touch your hair and hear you speak.
I want to hold you in my heart, closer than my own thoughts. I want to kiss your lovely lips.
Repetition is conviction, so believe me when I say that I truly want to be with you.
I wish that somehow we would find each other some day.
Sooner, rather than later.
Without you things would always be different.
My life path would somehow always be a lot less meaningful.
I know that I have said this before, and yet I have never felt quite like this before.
There really is nothing I really want more.
So I wish that somehow you knew that this was dedicated to you. And I wish that you felt the same way about me too.

Breathing in autumn

fieryflash — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 13:12:49 +0000

Sitting on my doorstep
I’m looking up at the clouds,
Bearing probably the last rain of the season.
Wearing my leather jacket, to keep myself warm.
Smelling the aroma of the sweet drops.
They start to pour down,
Filling up my soul, and warming my heart.
But at the same time reminding me,
That I’d so like to be with
You right now.
There where you are, far away from me right now.
I might hear from you in but a moment, but the times in between, Drag on into seemingly
Mind-numbing waits.
What is this called?
In the meantime, I’m thankful for the chance to huddle indoors. But I rather wish I could have been with you right now.
Breathe the heavenly aromas.
Fly away in my mind.
Feel the rain against my face.
Kiss me.
And caress my soul.

I want to tell you

fieryflash — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 13:12:12 +0000

I want to tell you that I like you.
Damn it! Why am I hesitating?
I’m afraid you’ll resent me for it.
No, I don’t know you all that well.
Yet.
Yes, I want a chance to go out with you & get to know you better. A lot better.
No, I don’t care what anyone else who reads this thinks of me for writing it. I’m not dedicating it to them anyway.
The only thing that I care about is having a chance to get to know you up close. We chat now and again.
I’d like to chat some more.
I help you out a tiny bit now and again.
I’d like to do a whole lot more.
I want to see what we could be, given the opportunity.
I don’t want to look back one day and admit I was too scared. I want to look back, grateful that I dared.
All I want is a chance.
If it’s meant to be, I think my heart might bloom.
If it’s not, well I’d simply have to deal with the gloom, no matter how hard it is.
After all, you can not force someone to like you.

Trying to define true love

fieryflash — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 13:11:35 +0000

There can be no single definition for love.
One can however describe the acts of love.
To care more about someone than about yourself.
Putting their interests before yours.
Being unselfish towards them at all times.
Trusting them.
To be trustworthy.
To be a pillar of support, a beacon of reliability.
To be patient, kind and giving towards them.
To be tolerant and forgiving of their flaws.
To examine your own flaws and try to improve yourself.
To be honest with them, and to be true to your nature, whilst striving to improve in every way.
To be committed unconditionally.
To be tenacious and fearless in the face of adversity.
To be there for someone no matter what happens, not just while the going is good, but also when it is at it’s worst.
To be supportive, and doing so with a tender touch, and also firmly when necessary.
True love can never be self-serving.
If you expect nothing in return you will get more than you could ever hope for. When in spite of having limited means, financially or otherwise, you find a way of doing more for your loved one than is conceivable. Being there in person, an escape and someone they can talk to. Being a best friend and a lover.
To be a guiding light, upholding values, and letting yourself be guided too by your lover, letting yourself be taught, and teaching in return.
Being faithful to your loved one, and allowing them to be faithful to you by not being jealous.
By throwing away your inherent insecurities, and by being strong, for the sake of your partner.
By being sensitive to their needs, by paying attention to them and listening to what they say, and looking at them when they speak to you.
By being intimate, not just physically but also intellectually, getting to know their nuances and their innermost dreams.
By drawing inspiration from them and inspiring them in kind. By letting your relationship be a model of upstanding moral and religious splendour, since serving and inspiring others is a core principal thereof.
Helping them grow to their full potential while striving to reach your own, spiritually, intellectually and physically.
Realising that your loved one is your equal, and not inferior in any way. There are many other principles, and acts of love.
But these are some of the most important ones.
Principles not to just read about and forget, but to integrate into your life style and make a part of yourself.
So in closing, give everything you can, and then still give even more, and live your life fairly, then love will give you everything you need.
It is hardly ever easy, but always worth it.

I love saying hello

fieryflash — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 12:35:30 +0000

I love saying hello to you.
I relish the time I spend with you.
I’m always trying to think of ways to prolong it.
I hate saying goodbye.
Every time I have to wish you farewell my heart just wants to rip itself apart. And I wish the time away that elapses between when we speak. I am trying to keep this light.
The thing is, I’ve always liked you more than just a little. And I hope you feel the same.
Admittedly we aren’t quite the same.
And that is fine by me.
If we were identical I don’t think I would have been quite as intrigued. Your wit is even beyond my wildest hopes.
I’ve become enchanted and charmed by your inscrutability.
I am taken with your perfectly proportioned face.
I get lost when I look into your azure eyes.
I don’t care if I win.
I’m not out to score.
I just want to be everything to you.
To be with you more.
I miss you already five minutes after I leave.
Is this normal?
Is this right?
I don’t know.
A better question is, why would it be wrong?
I don’t care what the cynics say, I want this to work.
I see in you something special.
And I want to give all that I can to you.
So think of me in between.
You know that I’m thinking of you.
The time that we spend and things we do.
Just makes me want to, once again, see you.

I want to be there

fieryflash — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 12:26:12 +0000

I just want to be there for you.
All the time.
Through thick and thin.
When you are sick I want to take care of you and nurture you back to health. When you are sad I want to cheer you up.
I want to be the shoulder you cry on.
When you are happy I want to be the one you share it with.
If you ever feel ready to give up hope I want to be there to remind you of the power of faith.
I want to be there when you reach major milestones in your life. I want to encourage you to reach ever higher and higher.
I want to carry and support you.
I want to be by your side as we grow old.
Oh how I wish you were mine.
And I wish I was yours.
Well I already am, just so you know.
I know all these things have probably been said before.
And I don’t care.
I mean every word.
Each last one.
So if you ever find your way into my arms,
Rest assured that I will never let you fall.

Inexplicable, delightful torture

fieryflash — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 12:25:43 +0000

This feeling I feel is absolutely addictive
Intoxicating
Yet I cannot yield to it
It absolutely cannot be
Ever
It is delightful
Delicious
It makes my head spin
It makes me reel
Just like you
Giving in would ruin everything
So I’ll just sit back and
Enjoy this sweet torture
I know that
As much as I’m in agony now
One day I’ll find the one I can
truly be free with.
When I can once again
let myself go with reckless
abandon
So until that day
I’ll take things as they come
Enjoy the experiences
Try to make sense of it all
And let my heart grow ever fonder

Pink summer blossoms

fieryflash — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 12:22:07 +0000

Pink summer blossoms, spring to my mind.
Yellow spring blossoms, fill the air.
White summer blossoms, take over my senses.
Rejuvenate my life, lift my mood.
Give my life hope, fill my days with light.
Joy is what I yearn for.
Sweet summer music, notes flitting on the wind.
Watching the sunset, framed by clouds on the horizon.
Feeling the breeze stirring my hair, smelling the salty air, hearing the leaves rustle.
How I miss summer already,
I long for the December heat.
Staying up late during the hot summer nights.
Pink summer blossoms, tug on my heart strings again.
Stay a while.
Pink summer blossoms, how I long to gaze upon your sweet petals again.