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Learn or Burn

You look skyward to pay homage
to those who may reside,
some point in that direction
one's faith, has so implied.

Have yet to know the answer
no facts provide confirm,
I spend no time believing
nor can I disaffirm.

When time it comes for leaving
a chance for me to learn,
if heavens not the answer
I'll settle for the urn.

Burn the book

Self-proclaimed gurus, though they may mean well,
are not equipped to contour divine light,
so all they do is shake mind-body shell,
reciting scriptures to say what is right.

Mantras we chant are not the prognosis,
being but a fad, a habit routine,
which but deepens state of our hypnosis,
since at end of days God remains unseen.

Observe how a rose bud

The Fire That Does Not Burn

There is a fire in me
Not meant to destroy.

It lights ruins
So I can read the old names.

It warms no one...
But, it remembers.

Burn Brighter

You can 
never
 burn 
too brightly 
for this world
—not ever.

Too Close To The Sun

Have always known my limitations
it's a fact that can't be missed
I'll always go out on a limb
and you're an attraction I can't resist
am I being reckless to gamble on such a crazy game
am I overconfident and like a moth to a flame
will I melt my wings
these and a thousand other things
will I crash and burn

Burn the witch

They say I'm a witch, but when I told them I have a spell to make them write poetry, they shout "Free the witch!"

But when I say I'm a writer, they want to hurt me. As soon as I mention my spell to make words touch hearts, they say "Free the writer!"

To me, it doesn't

Jesus' Suffering

Burn it, burn it to the ground
The crowd shouted at Jesus on the tree
How cruel can anyone possibly be
To make One suffer as He looked down at me
He eyes grew dim, He wouldn't last
In the night to heaven He went home
To be with His Father in all of His glory
God came to save Him, He's

Self Cook

Sun burns
Skin turns 

Red raw
And sore

Next curse
Much worse

Shaking
Sweating

Twitching
Itching

Scratching
Whinging

Dying
Crying

Peeling
Spreading

Heat stroke
No joke

Best thing
Having

Sun cream
Regime

Fake tan
Safe plan

Self cook
Bad look.

soft burn of noon hiku

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Combustion

I’ve always dreamed of painting
with fire—
lash the canvas with embers,
watch the smoldering orange spread, 
chasing white into flame—
before my chaos dies into silence.

It feels natural, this
need to see my art burn—
they’re not complete, not before
the charred ink is bathed in heat.
I paint with alcohol then
ignite—
so my work is no longer 
just raven lines on pale

The last poem I'll ever write before I burn this whole system down

The last poem I'll ever write before I burn this whole system down

And if this gets me killed so be it
I'll burn down the world 
If that makes you listen
And if you think just because of my skin
I'll back down and let you win
You would be sadly mistaken 

I will burn down the system 
And

BURN THROUGH THE WALL

Are you still left wondering what is holding you back?
What continues to keep you floundering in pain and lack?
What could possibly have the power to hold you down?
So completely covered in emptiness, you fear you will drown.

Is it the dark past mistakes you have carelessly made,
Keeping you troubled and in confusion, in tears and afraid?
What

Poppies burn like love under the sun that births longing

Poppies burn like love under the sun that births longing,
Let me ask for forgiveness, to touch your face with light,
To be your sunbeam, to be a halo on your delicate brow,
To caress your skin with a sweet breeze, a zephyr that caresses the wheat,
Let my smile seduce you, let longing flow over your waist.
The evening

What does it mean to witness suffering and feel it burn inside you

What does it mean to witness suffering and feel it burn inside you,
not as gentle empathy, but as a deep-rooted and screaming indictment?
There is a boy who carries cement as I carry metaphors — without question, without choice,
without allowing himself the luxury of another option, only with a resignation sculpted in silence.
He is not a

Play with Fire Till Your Fingers Burn

           ~Play With Fire Till your Fingers Burn~
                      5/20/2025

Experience life to its full brink,so sad, to witness any human, being had!
Just try to be

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