If you want me with walls, you can have them
If you want my silence, you can have it
If you want me with fake smiles, so be it
If you want me to pretend, I will just for you
BUT all this is leading to a burning combustion!
It is me who will be standing in the light of truth!
Heidi Sands
3/10/26
(C)opyright
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 paper;
so I can burn with the words—
and live as silence.
We go on burning fossil fuel
thinking that nature we can fool.
No lessons do we seem to learn
as more and more carbon we burn.
Despite seeing climate warming
the see-o-two we’re still dumping.
More water vapour in the air
begins to add to our despair.
The rain is pouring more and more
and so we have flooding galore.
And now the glaciers are melting
that leads to sea levels rising.
Will our wise leaders show the way
or with self-interest will they stay?
Make a resolution you know you will keep
Think deep
Create a goal you seek
Let it be something to fulfill
At will
Think and plan
Carefully work towards at your demand
Follow through
You know what you need to do
Resolutions can be made or broken
The words have spoken
What you decide is what you provide
A resolution is something that will always reside.
The morning dew is shaping my existence
Cold doesn’t describe the darkness of this place
The streets here aren’t lined with gold
Creating new wounds, pouring salt into the old
Eat me, rip me open and apart
You’re like watching a vulture working hard to perfect his art
If we burst into flames, it’s to reshape our existence
I can go it alone while you worship resistance
There is internal combustion
Waiting in my heart
To trigger and blow me to smithereens
It pulsates when people get mean with each other
Lashing out, screaming unkind things,
Threatening and intimidating others.
I can no longer watch the news
Because of the horribleness of it
Because it hurts me
Blowing my heart to smithereens
burning love
makes a heart
turn into
spontaneous
combustion
fiery flames
ignited by
friction of
two lovers
who cannot
live without
the other
skin so hot
at the touch
engulfing souls
who become
welded as one
tactic twain trudging
eerie earth moaning
gaunt goddesses grooving
per punctured feelings
on hoisted hankerings
seeped'n salient scrunchies
then mystic metamorphosis
by bully bewitched
callous crest castrating
foil fates fostering:
fighting fortune furiously
nocturnal nature spilled
callous chaos's combustion
war met leisure.
20:01:08:10:08
~Note~ Inspired by Rosalind, Celia and Touchstone's arguments about Fortune and Nature as goddesses. I thereby present a fight between them. They'll keep contending though. No one to lose to the other.
From William Shakespeare's "As You like It".
Combustion Burning
Fire
chemically ignited
light, heat, and smoke
the burning blaze infernal
inferno
8/3/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Stuck on the runway
Held by chains, eager to fly
Your feet are burning
From all the yearning you will
Spontaneously combust
Twin flames
find each others
fire inside.
Feet soles
walk on coals
without pain.
Flames lick
at their legs
scorching heat.
Lava rises
from depth of
their being.
Deep penetration
of burning desire
stokes fire.
Such intensity
eventually leads to
spontanious combustion.
A fragrant vagrant isn't a bad thing it is wise to fill a dolly bag with silver coins. Drooping dressing doopy doggy draperies draped. Cabal cable carnage. How not so idyllic. And a two ton carriage of bees could never really do the twisting dance at a disco. Such is the heavyweight marathon. Stomp swim. Stomp stamp. Wow. Naivety varies amongst tidally adjusted soldier fauna. And be very wary of verification in a smoking tent. Tuna bubbles in a sandstone kebab. The all knowing grape warbles a systematic song of carbon brushes. Oh how the cushion swings with delight. An opposite apothecary of courteous van's. Archaically archived histories are unjustified in tones but mutational racks of fleas can form fresh ground and a format is neither a rock or a deity so therefore skip over fifty nine petals with agility. Erotically placed erosion of a salad dish with slippery large leaf legs. Hahahaha. Dreamy dandelions dangling doves. Clapping custard covering carpets. Xxxx combustion xxxx hahah xxxx
Spontaneously Spontaneous Combustion
Was a defiant tyrant never reliant or compliant
Had not contemplated or mass educated but under-inflated
Football and is the greatest fib and story ever told
And what will be in far off future about to unfold.
So I am sort of surreptitiously becoming suspicious
Can there actually be a thing you could call competitious
And if it looks like a long lasting example of lunacy
Must I assume that it is associated with asumnacy?
How much longer will you hate to have to have waited
Before all around you I assume has become amalgamated
And if at bottom of sea for how long will remain a boat
Before vibrant Congress decided to bring it up for a vote.
Far, far and further and further out.
James Thomas Horn
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i.e. REDICULIOUS!!!
Atmosfera sniffs
An asphyxiating smoke
Coming from a secret
Fireplace – not a single spark
Is to be seen
She naturally searches
For the bonfire left scorching
By campers in the surviving forest
That grew and selfishly devoured
The entire sylvan dales
And commands her soaring clouds
To scan the flaming, smoking
Spots on the earth and, straightaway,
To spray extinguishing showers
For them to cool down and shiver
But, alas, Atmosfera still sniffs (with rage)
An asphyxiating smoke
Coming from a secret
Fireplace, and not a single spark
Was seen by her soaring clouds
It's a slow soft introduction,
To intense sultry seduction,
Entering worlds
Of heart pumping productions.
That have on more then one occasion,
Lead to total physical destruction.
And still we go there,
Cause we've moved beyond the point,
Where either of us care.
It's all about taking our time,
And getting things just right.
So we can enjoy the rapturous flavors,
Of reaching our climactic heights.
Mmmm baby kiss me one more time,
Mmmmm baby kiss me three more times,
Just one more time!
Baby kiss me again.
Let's see how many laws of gravity,
Our love making can bend.
Cause I swear!,
We are flying.
Flying to places,
Not even the sun and moon could go.
Transcending the heavens,
To only a place,
You and I could know.
Some would call it a miracle,
I just call it us,
Doing what comes naturally,
Enjoying moments of passion,
Till we both combust.
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