Fire Starter

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Do you know me?

Did you clean the blood

From your daughters mouth?

So much…

Did you cover your ears

While her mother coughed

Until…

She couldn’t?

Where were you? when

The very money

We treated like a green god

turned into a diseased devil

Now only black death lingers

The air still tainted with its

Infectious scent

 

Did you watch people

Yes people…

Tear eachother to pieces

Over a gallon of water

Until the bottle was covered

In bloody hand prints?

Or when the Cleaners burned

Everything…

Except me

They showed me

the beauty within the Flame

From the fire

Purity is born

You call my brothers

Enemy…

but this is our home

You dont belong here

This is our city…

We decide what remains

And

What Burns…

R.Marrs (RedthaRoguekiller)2016©

A poem inspired by the highly anticipated Tom Clancy’s The Division.

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Atheist

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My Black thoughts
Drifting Aimless
In the weightless purity,
of your matter.

There is no name
For the God who created you…
Its as if,
A perfect flower
Bloomed into my existence

From the Hands
Of nothingness…
I was given
Everything.

My words
can give no weight,
to your Flawless
Image.

Your energy
so Vibrant…
That the light
of your smile
Purifies my darkness.

Your love
Is not religion,
And yet…
It is in your love
I put my faith.

R.Marrs ®2015

Searching for Venus

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My heart beats
In reverse…
Mimicking your
Retrograde
Rotations.

Your beautiful image
Seared
Into
my inner mind.

Your pattern…
Blueprints
For
Perfection,
As if shaped
For me.

You sit
out of reach,
My elusive emerald
Floating in a sea of
Endless ebony.

My eyes
Flood with stars as
I watch the sky
For remnants
Of your love spell.

© R.Marrs~2014

Weightless

 

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The wind Carries us.
Passengers cradled
In invisible hands.

Specks scattered
Adrift
This sea
Of
Chaotic time space.

We journey
arrogantly against the currents
our souls whispering
Stay with me…

we defy death
In open air…
As the sky exhales silken backdrops.

Our passion born,
within the shapeless wombs of black dreams.

We navigate turbulent mind states
Fighting to stay afloat.

Through our faith in eachother
we remain buoyant.
Weightless…

©R.Marrs~2014.

Roar

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Majestic strides fall Silent within
Fashioned iron rods,
Growing from concrete.
Quelling
Once
wild hearts.
Stolen stars plucked from their
crowns…
In exchange for false kingdoms.
Human usurpers,
who fancy themselves kings.
Rubbing rotund bellies
Wiping dollar signs
from the corners
Of their mouths.
Extracting profit from life,
while
Broken
Beast…
Dream of freedom.

© R.Marrs~2014.