EVEN AMIDST FIERCE FLAMES THE GOLDEN LOTUS CAN BE PLANTED.
A confusion a contemplation a question an explanation
A profusion of colour a cloudburst of double rainbows
A jet of light a volcano of thought
Bidding bridling boastful bashful brilliant
In yellows and greens and blues all hues
Read and dead and crimson leaking
Seeking sapping tapping unwrapping
Mental mettle a singing kettle
A dream of joy that never fades
Never goes to grey
Never too high a price to pay though
every shade of black burgeoning and malign
But kept in line by the buzz the adrenalin rush the heartfelt crush
Of the crazy days of summer yellow iris sunshine
Bright white light headed
The ending of the days dreaded
The ejaculation of joy
The pleasure in the pain
Fuse lit missile
The insistence constant nagging
C’mon c’mon c’mon yawill ya willya will
Dragging beguiling invigorating liberating
The urge to write write write write write!
Can flowers scream?
(Lotus= Lots Of Trouble, Usually Serious.)
But wait on the bus,don't get some sleep, no need to wait, your ship can come in.