Many Ways To Start A Fire

Candles lit by a “one night stand”
Stolen kisses from a sealed heart
Crushed spirits from love’s magic wand
Thorns and roses, a bloody art.

Candles lit by a “one night stand”
Scorching souls, those who cannot dart
Ashes the wind piled on this land
Where desires were to kick-start

Begin by tempting temptation
Something about sin forbidding
Let apples spring from this notion
Depths where clarity is hiding.

Begin by tempting temptation
Something about the blood boiling.
Can’t sit still for the narration?
Strike a match that leaves you smiling.

Vera
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Fires always start by hissing.
Whether with two hearts by their lips
or two stones smooching & kissing
Fires always make an eclipse.
Fires always start by hissing.
Holding its tongue, so its spit drips.
Some days while we’re reminiscing,
it brings the ash of burnt friendships.

Fires begin in many ways,
but its process leaves many hurt.
It’s always stern with grips and gaze,
and into dust it shall convert.
Fires begin in many ways,
some lead to flames and others squirt.
Some invent words that leap ablaze,
the end result leaves a desert.

Ruddapoet Rudolph
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Fires begin in many ways
So i now stand barely convinced
That not the spark that sways
Is sent from the deceived.

Fires begin in many ways
Sometimes from the love not received
By a girl that always “slays”
Whose stories you never believed.

Be it of a match, love or hate
Only you know its best lagoon
Only you should decide its fate.
Beauty can be in a baboon.

Be it of a match,love or hate
Think of it as an old raccoon
Who made a big mess as it ate
But taught patience to his platoon.

Miidong.
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Why do i have to be modest?
Must this dress be below my knees?
Is fear the way to look honest?
When has arrogance begged for keys?

Why do i have to be modest?
Does the government know this, please?
Are coffers meant for the strongest,
Or do the weak mice share the cheese?

Tonight we will be starting fires,
And it will be below the stem.
We will burn down distrust with tyres
And install fairness as a gem.

Tonight we will be starting fires,
A well decorated mayhem.
There are many ways to start fires,
And gasoline is all of them.

Leonell
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Sometimes it takes only one word
Blink just twice to behold the rage
A good song only takes a chord
Like a bad one won’t take a page

Sometimes it takes only one word
And all else becomes new image
It may look like a little ford
But just its spark starts a rampage

It slips off the lips of wrecked hearts
The rest is a foretold story
With holes like a bar’s board with darts
Its flame’s tongue burns with a fury

It slips off the lips of wrecked hearts
The rest’s the rubble’s to bury
All tongues come with their moving parts
But this one’s story is gory

Tee2emm
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Most times it is the clash of sticks
With match at the top giving head
Like the battle of goat, sheep mix.
Producing flames yellow,blue, red.

Most times it is the clash of sticks,
Handled by spoken word misread.
Words of politicians called tricks.
Spicing the society to dead.

It starts with kissing the wrong lips
And fixing flesh in the wrong port,
By admiring all pretty hips
Regardless of the eyes transport.

It starts with kissing the wrong lips
With black and white thoughts as escorts.
Acting nice movies with blurred scripts
With characters of child support.

Bangwan.
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May I never cease to forget
That two stones can begin a blaze.
This, will my grand warn not to let
But in mind, should I not erase.

May I never cease to forget,
That winter will not be in laze,
So therefore, should I get woods set
In joint heads, and hot them ablaze.

But how do I light a fire?
A blue or red, would I prefer?
This I would always inquire,
Till I get one who shall refer.

But how do I light a fire
When there are no two stones on fare?
Or a match for my desire
From this I can always infer

Tochi