Book Burning for Amateurs

When selecting a book for burning, begin with one that is memorable, preferable one that has a catchy title. Once it is gone you need to recall it easily, so a note worthy book can help there. Try to choose an author who you disagree with strongly. Avoid someone who is highly popular as only you will be cheering the little conflagration. The topic is most important as is the writers politics, anti something, or a cause which you detest. Dont choose books in foreign languages, as this is a dead giveaway that you have not actually read the book. Just so long as you COULD have read the thing, we wont tell.

A big book is more fun than a little one, they last longer. Try to find some associates to cooperate in your cause. Invite them to toss in a few of their least favorite books too. The size of the blaze is an indication of commitment. Note; soaking the books in a propellant is considered cheating, but works quite well at making your blaze a stand out event. Books are like ideas, they seem very substantial at first, but just add a little heated controversy and most folks will drop them like hot potatoes.

Lastly, think about the books creator and how they appear to the public. If they should be severely challenged, a cute little kid or have been awarded something really impressive, like a Nobel Peace Prize, you may come off as a big bully. This touches on publicity, like the press. Make a few phone calls ahead of time as you dont get noticed for a pile of ashes. Location can also work to your advantage if there is a public space, you can get lots of attention. Just dont pick a spot like in front of the fire house or inside your locked jail cell.

Oh yeah, dont forget to have a message. The whole event could go up in smoke if you are asked, what is your purpose? and you are not prepared. Statements like I just hate the guy, or she is a really big poop dont cut it. Try working up a head of steam and spewing a lot of vitriol at the cameras. You would be surprised at how many people will follow a cause if you are really pissed off about something, anything. It also helps if you havent tried writing yourself. Since that could just make you appear all sour grapes if your stuff sucks. And they can always retaliate by burning your stuff, NOT COOL!

a life of half measures

When you were an inspiration of excess,
I sat on the side lines and wished.
But there was no way
I was going to risk rejection

You had it all, great looks,
personality,
love for life,
Style

The best I could do was hope,
Hope that you would notice,
Take charge.
That was not your method either.

For the longest time I hoped
You and I could become an item.
Even when I was lucky enough, to
Ride next to you in your
Mustang convertible,
I was unable to show you what I felt

Now we are both living in separate arrangements.
You in your fast fashionable lifestyle,
Me, in my small safe world of ink and paper.
Micro components of life.
A life of half measures
And full regrets

A Dying Rose

There,
Among the petals of a dying Rose
A healing force gives presence
To a thought

Still,
Atop a frozen hill
Warming sun breaks into crystal ice
And a drop of life appears

Look,
While the delicate whisker of a mouse
Passes over one fine seed
And life remains

Why,
When all the World is in
A heralded struggle to continue
Must we destroy?

Surely,
Good, will touch and sustain a heart
That yesterday melted, to drop life
Onto one tiny Rose seed

Pale Umbrage

Perceive the air as loving stories
Where we are bound up in our mores
Conceived in moonlit sweet warm nights
Preserved on nights of pale gray ice

Cast into the mist of Winter's regret
Delirious Summers of denials cool sweat
While warm embraces defer our woes
Cold earth shall clutch our tiny toes

How to approach an attractive sentence

Hey baby!
Check out my strong verbs!
Dig my quotation marks, they're loaded with detailed jargon.
Say, you have some great exclamation points, 
Can I be your indirect object?

You may accuse me of using crude superlatives, suffice it to say,
My language is unbiased and suitable for all ears and eyes.
See, I was just eliminating some unwanted sentence fragments,
When I noticed your lovely semicolons.
Yeah! Real hot topics! 

What'cha say we experiment with a little revision
Over a couple of dry cliches, like the italics do? 
They're so romantic, those italics, with their titillating foreign accents
Maybe I'll let you punctuate my colon as a mark of introduction
But only for money, fame, or power.

I won't capitalize on that other stuff
Really, I have only one question mark for you
I hope you didn't misplace your modifier 
Or were you gunn'a split with an infinitive?
Cuz, I really think we could make beautiful musical lyrics together

Well don't mind my obvious dangling participial, parenthetically,
I'm just running on in search of a proper period, so stop me first
If you can't locate my specific modifier
See, I've been outlining you,
Ever since my passive voice took note of your documented form 

So if I said you had a great body of work
Would you hold it against me as a pretentious redundancy, please?

Down for the Count

I can no longer dismiss
Your shadow of doubt
The crack of your kiss
That lands like a fist

My life I lived out
In all your silence
Culling our dreams in the bout
Smashing hope in a knockout

Regardless of any implore
You've tossed my heart
Like a hat, on the floor
Walked out and shut the door

Our De'nouement

Passion me, oh you nymph of the wood Sever my touch from pains elixirs Cast your flower petals over my senses Drown my aching thoughts in the scintillating glance of your laughing eyes Starve my soul of the gloaming pain Then we shall purge our despair For nigh and triumph, the enraptured stars To wish upon us, this tousled, vibrant eve of new and hungry satisfaction Pulsate tenderly with my callow kiss To know your every secret wish Empty my troubles with your timid song Melt the chill in my frigid heart, to warm my timber in your ebullient limbs

I Stand Corrected

You should have sung thus to your sweetheart... like a secret message, I like to think it could have been my sweetheart's voice... the echo of life has pierced my thoughts with your wistful words. I stand corrected and alone

a life of half measures

By JdSchooley

When you were an inspiration of excess, I sat on the side lines and wished. But there was no way I was going to risk rejection You had it all, great looks, personality, love for life, Style The best I could do was hope, Hope that you would notice, Take charge. That was not your method either. For the longest time I hoped You and I could become an item. Even when I was lucky enough, to Ride next to you in your Mustang convertible, I was unable to show you what I felt Now we are both living in separate arrangements. You in your fast fashionable lifestyle, Me, in my small safe world of ink and paper. Micro components of life. A life of half measures And full regrets

In praise of my vestigial aloofness

By JdSchooley
As love becomes The operative word, Our minds wind about The scant ideas, to sing in, The days and nights. While the winks and nods comply, And still our hearts with late goodbyes, So as to kiss us off To sleep, alone.