Ashes of Fury

The Ashes of Fury

I say to you it is possible for emotions to be held back
as they become known over a single night while embraced close
Memories, like fire, consumed become nothing more
than elusive tongues speaking words of gray smoke

Burnt recollections, drawn and pressed against ones aching breast
Welling shades and shadows of purple misery ~
The sorrowful parting of these treasured memories
The ones that cannot ever be relived, recalled, reacquainted
recaptured, or even remotely repossessed

I tell you now that Fury arises
and in so doing it sinks its talons within us once again
Like the vestiges of the Bird
the mythical Phoenix who once died a fiery and agonizing abandoned
preordained and the loneliest of all creatures past deaths

But as that Anger sizzled upon the Bonfire of Despair
it ignited and gave a meaning and purpose to a collective mind
‘Finally ~ a well deserved and much sought-after, needed rest ~
At least I feel, for a single fragile moment
trapped within the Vestibule of Time

Rebirth brought forth a new way of Life never before known
Laurels to be placed and arranged at the headstone of the grave
Entombed in bitter frustration ~ held prisoner by the fertile soil
as clods of Creation’s memory were knocked off and thrown
with force from the weary gravediggers spades

Fury shouted out from a hideous anguish
Fury screamed a drawn out cry of searing pain
And primordial resolve echoed across that separating chasm
while humanity stood there on the Precipice of Knowledge
Ignorant and mute ~ Shaking its head
while watching with a look of haughty and mild disdain

I say to you that we each can feel this
as we live out our lives measured by the dreary hours
Love, Life, Smiles and the pitiful Tears of sadness we collect
on our private graves in the far off Future of Days

We shall hold out a Hope of being adorned in remembrance
with fresh bouquets in a wreath of beautiful spring flowers
‘Payment in full perhaps?
‘Cost borne by the Sins of Ourselves?
Structured by our own jealous and self-serving righteous power?

And yet still we grapple to comprehend
what it is that a malignant Chaos Has brought about and has placed forth

Unknowingly...

Fury will reside within us
Anger burns on Forever...

And the Phoenix once again will become scorched and kiln-fired
during each cycle of its eternal, misunderstood rebirth

JWS, 1 May 00 1956 hours (“Saga”)

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