Revive from the reverie!

Liberate a thought
and let it feed on the gospels
stoically it will grow
into its own form
like a fire
consumed with passionate energy
bringing to ashes
all the cobwebs, the dry cackling sound
of the burning wood
all is charred, blackened with soot
glowing embers still remain
to rekindle, to keep alive
the rising smoke
raises the alarm

setting the stage
for a revolution!

Valentine's Day

Well..i thought i could write a poem on this romantic eve...
but i guess.. sylvia plath just says it all in this poem..
its titled
MAD girl's love song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"