Trees of my mind

Yes!
I get lost in my thoughts,
My imagination.
The trees in my head
Shroud reality,
As they pull me into images
That I paint,
That I weave,
Around the lives of
People I have seen
For long,
For short,
For never,
Who will be
Forever
In my words
That seek
Not to cage
But to free
the minds that join mine
Frolicking amongst the trees.

Fire

The words I spit with fire
Will quench
My heart's desire

The words that I spit with fire
I will do so
Until I forever tire