FireFly
Firefly
As the smoke billows before me I see no end.
Befriended by the cloud of confusion I see my nose but not the tip.
I need to get a grip on reality before I run into tragedy.
The smoke behaves like unwanted aromatherapy.
I need to clear my eyes so that I may see the prize that is salvation.
I vocalize the vision that is my intentions.
Shout FireFly at the fire.
Clear the smoke.
I know the power of my words as each letter spreads the power of a spell.
Every alphabet carries fairytale energy.
People who spread their negativity fan the smoke that should be blown away.
It only takes a whisper.
I utter Firefly over the confusion my adversary contends.
My intentions are absolute in visualizing my full potential.
I acknowledge my ancestral connection over the vision of my enemy.
May their ashes be spread by the winds of my whispers.
Firefly.
With my three eyes to the sky and my heals to the dirt I aim at my future.
My ancestor’s arrow acts as penetrating activator to my enemy’s center energy.
My ancestors knew what I needed algebraically.
Unbeknownst to me my ancestors passed power to through the winds of history.
I know now that my enemies put smoke over my third eye.
I must increase the knowledge that fans away smoke.
Whisper fire fly and watch the smoke clear.
