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"Direction" by Eric Wayne Flynn

Updated on November 6, 2014
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"Direction"

Driven by purpose

....

Sometimes we drive off the road

So, as to have a magnificent adventure

Something to talk about

Scars to dig

Deep into one's self

Reassessing one's value, reassessing one's wealth

Coming to a crossroads

Head spinning

Not knowing which way to go

Looking for direction, cold veins flow

Down

Boiling blue

Pumping out red

Fueling the soul, stoking the coals

Hot to the touch; stuck in the fire

Boiling cold blue, rewinding to the spark

Boiling cold blue/ shooting red fuel

My duality as a beast

Consuming, devouring, eating me up from the inside

But then again that's just fuel

Fuel cometh in the form of flame, in the form of ice

Fuel cometh shooting red through pleasure and pain

The guilty heart of humanity

Constricted by cold steel

Bursting to feel

Inside

Our furnaces full of cold boiling blue

Out shoots the fire

Flowing red fury

Through my cool blue veins

Maneuvering through the course

With no particular

Direction


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      Eric Wayne Flynn 2 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you very much Eddy for the visit and kind words.

      EWF

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      Eiddwen 2 years ago from Wales

      Great poetry and thanks for sharing.

      Eddy.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 2 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      This poem for me was about the denial within myself to go on any path in any direction, so I chose down into myself and throughout this journey of self obsession there has been loneliness, suffering and pain. I've denied myself some of the worldly pleasures in a quest for a greater direction. Instead of climbing mountains, I choose to dig down into the core of my heart (cold boiling blue) shooting out red occasionally, a release valve, and in the process of release I do not control the red fury, it is fueled by the cold boiling blue (loneliness).... My veins the path for my release, it flows unto itself, I have no control over the direction. I only have control in what I consume which creates my output, in which once again, I have no particular direction..... Thanks for the visit as always Jodah.

      EWF

      EWF

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Very poignant Eric..I sort of have two directions. The clearer one id difficult and not really the one I want to follow. I want things to happen, fate to intervene so I can follow the other one. If it doesn't I will be forced to face the first one whether I want to or not, and make the best of it. Very good poem.