This offering came into being as so many others had..it swirled around in my head screaming to be let out and in a flurry of furious scribbling it was unleashed ....But unlike most of my work....this one seemed to say something I had wanted it to, So I sent it to all the persons I held dear, or in high esteem.

It was almost a question.

"An ancient feathered spirit who lived in an obscure desert for a long time, where it was consumed repeatedly by fires of passion a muse would set, only to rise from the ashes of each..remade, renewed, and more evolved"

Welcome to Phoenixneed.

See my need for a crown,
see my thirst for power,
see my need of pain,
see my want,
see my want.

Feel my world of sorrow,
thrashing upon the burnt,
black sand of an abrasive,
unforgiven soul.
Feel the momentus jerking of a soul crying,
reaching out for air,
and drowning in its solitude.

Why do I need the pain,
the pinprick'd flowers in the garden of my delight.
Scent my fear,
the light bouquet,
delicate and filled,
with a desperate hunger,
a driving need,
the want to be consumed.

Taste my want,
the bittersweet,
cherry black swirling,
of a cloying desire,
sticky sweet and hot upon my tongue.
Reeking of decay,
and clinging to the roof of my mouth,
full of wholesome goodness.

Penetrate my shame,
aim hard thrusting pounds into the core of it.
render it bleeding and senseless,
unable to feel,
unable to move,
in awe of the sheer raw power you hold over it.

Cut my hatred,
rend it to tiny,
blood soaked shards of the monsterous figure it is.
Cover my body in its screaming pain,
create it a life,
in which to live.

Hold my hands,
warm them with your loving touch.
Squeeze life into their cold, gnarled unrelenting state.
Cause them to soften,
and embrace your sunbeam warm esscence.
Let me raise your loving hands to my lips,
and kiss them,
till their warmth enfuses with my esscence,
and I Arise,
phoenix-like, with the power of a wraith,
from the ashes of my sorrow.