Phoenix Song
the story of the phoenix
doesn't mean much
when it's told over and over again
but no one stops to plan
it means you gotta die
no roll of the dye
you have to choose to die
in order to live again
we keep talking of ashes and flames
but it's just games
until someone grabs the torch
and makes the choice
to expeditiously expand
their own demise
in order to move beyond
simply surviving
the story of the phoenix is bloody
and lonely
the song of the phoenix is melancholy
and wondrous
but we speak so easily of such things
as if putting your Self on the altar
is no mean feat
no force
no remorse
your choice
your voice screeches higher
as flesh and blood
sizzle away in self made fire
cracked tears and dried lips
praying
you weren't wrong
praying
you'll wake up on the other side
on the inside
when the song of the phoenix cries
better say goodbye
'cause swim or burn
sink or fly
either way
you're gonna die
doesn't mean much
when it's told over and over again
but no one stops to plan
it means you gotta die
no roll of the dye
you have to choose to die
in order to live again
we keep talking of ashes and flames
but it's just games
until someone grabs the torch
and makes the choice
to expeditiously expand
their own demise
in order to move beyond
simply surviving
the story of the phoenix is bloody
and lonely
the song of the phoenix is melancholy
and wondrous
but we speak so easily of such things
as if putting your Self on the altar
is no mean feat
no force
no remorse
your choice
your voice screeches higher
as flesh and blood
sizzle away in self made fire
cracked tears and dried lips
praying
you weren't wrong
praying
you'll wake up on the other side
on the inside
when the song of the phoenix cries
better say goodbye
'cause swim or burn
sink or fly
either way
you're gonna die
Nine times out of ten
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even if she lives again
that altar wasn't
the poor bird's idea
in the first place
The Phoenix is
often something of a martyr
He rarely knew
what sort of bird he was roasting
just knew he was hungry,
was surely not expecting his meal
to rise up off his plate
out of his belly
get the hell out of Dodge
once his appetite was sated
I wish I could've seen his face
when she did.
Beautiful and relevant. You continue to amaze me. I'll see you in Chicago when I get to the other side x
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