Tantrum

Empty words
 empty verses
stupid children
  shouting curses

Must do what
 the babies say
all the bad
 will go away

Hearts of stone
 could only doubt
serious faces
 angry pout

Dancing on
 glowing screens
empty-headed
 puppet teens

There is Freedom in Fire

There is freedom in fire
  dancing spinning
    wild abandon
cleansing, pure

Burning away the blight of filth and dross

Lighter than air
  the ashes fly high
    to the stars
beyond our grasp

Released from Terrestrial Restraint

There is freedom in fire
  eating feeding
   voracious hunger
clearing paths

Tearing out Thickets of Obstruction

Crumbling to dust
  we step over
   onto highways
previously denied

Unrooted we tumble, stumble then we run

There is freedom in fire

R.P.