Smoke and Mirrors

By Scarrzz

Look.

Look deep inside your own candlelit reflection.

See the fire ?

You remember how it burns, full of light and life.

Touch it, take it into your soul.

Burns doesn’t it? With ecstasy if you do it right.

But what if it goes too far?

What if the flame becomes a wildfire raging through your heart and mind

Uncontrolled ?

Love is a flame.

True love is a flame without reservations, without limits. Walk willingly into the inferno and expect not to be burned.

Fool

When the screaming has subsided and the ashes have been scattered you will still yearn for more.

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Published on Monday, July 13, 2009.     Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"
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  • Divine hell On Friday, May 17, 2019, Divine hell (251)By person wrote:

    burning ourselves in ecstasy unable to see their deception, one sided lover playing into the hands of another cloak n dagger.

  • Pride Ed On Monday, June 16, 2014, Pride Ed (113)By person wrote:

    Excellent! Reminds me of the works of Rumi in a way. ^_^

  • Intoxicating Delirium On Tuesday, August 13, 2013, Intoxicating Delirium (404)By person wrote:

    You are an amazing writer... I love this poem, we are forever searching for love no matter the pain we know is to come from it... You couldn't have said this any better.. I love it :)

  • A former member wrote: I can't help but get this image of someone finding love in his/her reflection... where the light of ecstasy is discovered in the heat of the reflection... scared me a bit I must say. On the other hand... reading it as I believe it was intended... love seems to be nothing but smoke and mirrors. .. maybe.... is that what you get when you read this?

  • Scarrzz On Tuesday, July 28, 2009, Scarrzz (247)By person wrote:

    No, your first impression gets the nod. Love is not an illusion. Love comes from within, burning and growing in out hearts as we open to it. The light and heat from it can become so intense that they burn away life itself, leaving only smoke - in essence the memory of that all devouring flame. I wanted the reader to consider the possibility that love is real enough to burn away every other meaning in life. I intended the classical colloquialism of "Smoke and Mirrors" to be a juxtaposition. I am screaming that love is not fake, but that life without love in it is fake and meaningless. * * * At the end I bitterly despise the fact that that which was needed to bring warmth and life, since it was left unattended, has brought devastation. * * * Thank you Ainsof, for your always penetrating and well considered comments. Scholar

  • A former member wrote: haha... yeah, I didn't think that second 'take' was anything close to what you intended... just bein a lil facetious there ya know. Hey, you're always welcome, bud. But still, any mention of ecstasy and one's own reflection scares me. I get all narcissistic or something, and I can never find the Rolaids. Scholar

  • A former member wrote: very beautifuly written. Scholar

  • Sketso On Monday, July 20, 2009, Sketso (456)By person wrote:

    walk in like a flame, and be consumed... coals or ashes, either way, you've given all and... know.

  • The Lipstick Factor On Monday, July 13, 2009, The Lipstick Factor (295)By person wrote:

    Nicely done. Many truths.


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