Breughel's Icarus Breughel's IcarusBreughel's Icarus by ~Not-a-Bigshot
I am Breughel's Icarus.
It is very well that I may be in a moment-
No, I will laugh about this tomorrow-
But today, in the cold sun,
I am Breughel's Icarus.
The busy plowman does not know.
Surely... surely none of them must know.
Would the torturer's horse torture willingly
If only it knew?
I am the silent Breughel's Icarus.
To whom then, do I matter?
Where are the arms I wish to hold me?
Where is the soul I wish to care for me
As if it were not simply myself?
Where is the embrace I wish that he wishes will never end?
I am the invisible Breughel's Icarus.
I sink and watch as
The lovely plowman walks on to h
The Fireman The FiremanThe Fireman by ~Not-a-Bigshot
The flames jump higher,
Yet I still aspire,
For who could conspire not
To be a fireman?
The dangers grow,
The people in woe,
But still I know
I have to be a fireman.
For who else cares,
Who else dares,
Running through the driest airs,
To be the noble fireman?
I always aspire,
Through Hell and mire,
Yet I start to tire
Of being the only fireman.
I carry them out,
I care all throughout,
Even when my life in is doubt,
For them, not the single fireman.
At last I finally I fall,
exhausted and weak in the knees.
I ask where, or even IF
There is a fireman waiting for me.
on Cube Island 2010 06 
Sta.sh
