I do not want to set the world on fire,
this world has always been burning,
you cannot add flame
when flame is all there is.
That which made this fire
sees the world consume itself
through a devouring lens.
That which watches, comprehends not
that it is the mind, the human mind,
that is the Firestarter,
only those who feed the fire
can quench this blind,
and long enduring,
burning.
Rosemary’s baby incarnated
He lives from day to day
And he is well anticipated
To blow the world away
How come that he is real?
Ask me another question
I know how you must feel
About his reign direction
He’s not a baby anymore
Although to some extent
He still is, with his senseless war
That seems to have no end
A soul more hollow than a stem
Of reed in Dartmoor’s mire
Is driven by the devil’s plan
To set the world on fire
The other day I passed on by
Rosemary’s baby castle walls
And from the Bridge of Last Goodbye
I watched the languid tourist boats
The sun shone of the domes of gold
The devil’s men inside
Were praying to their bloody god
“Why wouldn’t you just die?”
Rosemary’s baby laughs at them
On their death wish he thrives
He’s well aware that he’s damned
This keeps him still alive
So what we have to do with that
I guess the only way
Would be to kill him like a rat
With all his men array.
No matter how many times
you set the world on fire
Never forget
— where you store the matches
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
God is my eyes, my ears, my heart's desires,
my word's, my actions, my soul's flaming fire's.
My life, like your's He love's us all, we're all the same,
I give you His Truth's, His knowledge, His wisdom, for God, I am a flame.
If you are His candle, I am His fire, let me give you a light,
where ever you go, always shine in the night.
The time is at hand to prepare ye your way,
spend time with God in conversation and pray.
BECOME A FLAMING FIRE FOR GOD YOU SEE,
LIGHTNING HIS CANDLE'S, SETTING THE WORLD ON FIRE FOR GOD WITH ME.
Grandpa’s magic bubbles make the world spin a bit faster.
We see the longevity, for it makes peons turn into a master.
They learn new ways to set the world on fire as they spin.
We are now in a refreshing state, where experts are in.
Grandpa was a prophet, a sage, a sharp wizard too.
He can upright the mountain with a kick of his shoe.
He is a contender for the title role of the ruler of choice.
Unless he runs into Mother Nature, whose name is Joyce.
Sometimes I feel trapped in my own body, and my environment is hell.
They say everything will be ok, they’re lying ,but they mean well
They can’t relate/
And I can’t escape/
And that’s ok...
Cuz it gotta be
The last train is coming and I gotta leave
We can share farewells, but just to be clear
I haven’t been well cuz there’s nothing fair here
There’s only the things we accept and the things we neglect
The things we forget , and the things we forget to protect
There’s some things that we like and some things we desire
But nothing we love thatll make us say everything n this set the world on fire
So sometimes...I feel... trapped in my own body and my environment is hell. Hey mo
Be proud my girl, but be humble. Be strong as well as gentle. Be courageous but never reckless. Do no harm, but take no crap. You are wild and fierce, determined and strong. I don’t aim to tame you, but guide you. To hopefully pass along hard lesson learned. I know all to well what ups and downs this life will bring. A fire burns inside you, ready to set the world on fire, but remember my girl, you too, are part of the world.
War if fought by those who have firm ideas
By those who are inflexible
Those who have never lived on the streets
We stand up to set the world on fire
To make her think
To open her horizons
War is fought by those with dogmas
That encourage young women to wear black veils
Those who say we do not judge, but never stop
We stand up to set the world on fire
to burn those veils
To free the captives who did not realize a better way
War is fought by those who have never tried
New ways, new ideologies, new freedoms
Those who have been in chains since pre-birth.
We stand up to set the world on fire
To sing our homeless hymns
To cherish freedoms status quo will never understand.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VyUebyqDCYg
In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above, sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes
and inspire forthcoming musings of the mind ***
Traverse with me oh blessed soul into a world of silence
together we can breach the Universal laws of order
and wrap our dreams with silver bows of mercy and love.....
Ensembles of beauty will ignite and claim our hearts
as we become students of the inner light ;
Place the spotlight onto heaven with ecumenical delight
recall the stars ablation as they blink and disappear
for sake of morns relinquish,she yields to sacred night;
Go ahead resign your tribulations and comply dear Mystic,
sing your cacophonic songs as miracles abound
beneath His tribal skies, new contracts await you,
so now that you know, go set the world on fire
with your afterglow and gait.
Nov. 16, 2019
Like melody in the warmth of a sunlit meadow
Like jingles in the journey of a sparkling stream
Like tunes in the twinkling of a moonlit night
Music comes to take you on a soothing flight.
Rain sings to see the peacocks dance
Sky sings in tune with the rising sun
Cradle sings to drive the baby's eyes into the world of dreams
Life sings when faithful love wins.
There's music in the pecking of a bird
There's music all over the world
Music fills the air with the perfume of peace
Music, to the palpitating soul, proffers relief.
Sing to heal the pain
Sing to cleanse the stains of disdain
Sing to challenge injustice
Sing to question prejudice
Sing to spread love
Sing to paint smiles
Sing with your heart
Sing for your soul
Sing to inspire
Sing to set the world on fire
Sing your life and let your story kindle the globe
heartbeat pounding and pounding,
not loud enough to drown out the fear and doubt
my mind is re - sounding,
breathe in breathe out,
animating the folds on my face, on my gut,
not accepting the emergence of gray or the sag of the butt
has me living deep deep in a rut.
the mirror reflects an illusion,
the photos expose all wrong,
it is not to me that anyone writes or sings their song,
believing only a portion of each lie,
would have me living my death each day until I die,
the life to be lived is not the life of waiting,
swallow not, those bitter pills,
it is hope not fear i desire dating,
with the ground below and the sky above,
i cast aside doubt and fear, to embrace love,
anything else would set the world on fire,
accepting the untruth also makes the believer the liar.
Releasing the Trump Monsters
The Trump madness deepens
And the world grows darker
The evil ones have been released
The wild things are growling
The dogs of war
Satan’s hell hounds
Are on the loose
Howling at the moon
Running amuk
Infecting us all
With their madness
As we all turn into mindless zombies
Filled with hatred
Jealousy and insanity
As Trump and his neo-fascist
Cabal unleash the monsters
Of their dangerous id
Devouring all reason
Turning all they see
Into raving lunatics
As they set the world on fire
Ushering in the ends of days
Armageddon looms
Will Trump be raptured away?
Only God knows
And he is not telling
As we descend
Into the maelstrom
Hoping against hope
That we can overcome
The monsters
That Trump has unleashed
In the end
Perhaps it does not matter
As the world careens
Deeper into hell
There is no end
Nothing but despair
Forever and ever
The Trump madness never ends
Releasing the Trump Monsters
The Trump madness deepens
And the world grows darker
The evil ones have been released
The wild things are growling
The dogs of war
Satan’s hell hounds
Are on the loose
Howling at the moon
Running amuk
Infecting us all
With their madness
As we all turn into mindless zombies
Filled with hatred
Jealousy and insanity
As Trump and his neo-fascist
Cabal unleash the monsters
Of their dangerous id
Devouring all reason
Turning all they see
Into raving lunatics
As they set the world on fire
Ushering in the ends of days
Armageddon looms
Will Trump be raptured away?
Only God knows
And he is not telling
As we descend
Into the maelstrom
Hoping against hope
That we can overcome
The monsters
That Trump has unleashed
In the end
Perhaps it does not matter
As the world careens
Deeper into hell
There is no end
Nothing but despair
Forever and ever
The Trump madness never ends
Legacy
I ponder of a younger time
Flashbacking to another clime
when youth was virile I recall
I set my sails for to explore
the wonders of the world to see
Awaiting me but not to be
I did not set the world on fire
No more dreams could I aspire
resigned to know there was no more
Despite the fact I did succeed
in rearing life to fill my need
A legacy when I am gone
Millennials must heed the call
to make our world a better place
to mark and leave a future trace
eliminate the common thrall
free to express the constant thrum
a bell that tolls of things come
Had I, O Lord, been born a simpleton
I would be unmindful of the worldly woes.
Let the apocalyptic disaster then come
and set the world on fire
I would just sit aside unconcerned
had I been born an ignorant bum.
Keeping my wits about me
is driving me down
a forbidding path to insanity.
All that I have heard in life,
whatever I have yet seen
had stayed within me like
a festering sore on my soul.
Lord, had I been born a fool,
ignorant of twisted hearts
and shallow minds,
wouldn't I live a happier life?
(“Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination”–Mark Twain)
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