#firestarter
_The sun got me feeling defeat
I cannot get any relief
There's freaking no love in these streets
Mind over matter, it matters to see
every single one of you eat.
Be comfortable to make your bread and cheese
To death with my inner peace
Before I spell another lie, let it be
I'm going through gears to stay solid, to not crumble!
My name is not to walk on, it's not stairs or concrete.
You can run that on REPEAT.
I may lose focus of topic but I stay on beat!
Sad how some of you look at other or myself
as a piece of meat!
I will give anything for my beliefs.
An arm. A leg. Shoulders. My head.
I promise my son he
got nothing more to lose
other than his baby teeth.
Let that sit and sink in your heart.
I hope all of this hits hard and deep.
I have no issue with Karma
I will be ****** all honor
Before you dread another soul to reap.
Resisting Everything Accepting Peace
It's all a matter of what you perceive
I rather give love for, the universe
returns everything you put into energy to receive
I got enough people living out here
thinking they should call it quits and leave.
You could remove Excalibur from the rock
and bring the evil down to it's knees.
You know what it felt like
Running out of clues
When the Blues seep
and we thought we lost Steve!?
Your family won't be only ones devastated
You better in the name of all GODS
YOU BETTER believe!_
Aug 5, 2022
Aug 5, 2022 at 1:25 AM UTC
the boy has a match
in his back poc ket. hovering
janky steps
sheathed by fluffy ice
chest reverb erates
as a single rain drop
trickled in pinful loop...
theforestwaits
Undisturbed
not wanting to be burnt but he rations
not wanting anything at all.
in destroying one makes something
whence once
there was nothing. he
s t r i k e s the match aflame and alive,
l
o
w ering it fit to spread
and surely cause his life some havoc... havoc...
havochavochavoc
HAVOC
H A V O C
havoc;
he ruminates the meaning of the word a while
and settles
on it being better than boring old nothing.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC
The match that starts the fire
By all means
Start a revolution
Be remembered
Leave your mark
Burn to the ground what you know is wrong
Stand up for your beliefs
…but keep in mind…
…the match that starts the fire…
…is never the same afterwards.
Please repost if you have stood up for your beliefs before and it has been worth the trouble you experienced when you did it.
Please comment! I love to read interpretations of my poetry or your thoughts on my work or on poetry itself as an art!
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
And before I extended my claws onto your hearth,
I dwelled within a secret passion: I brushed up on sneaking and marking the spot for my next apocalyptic arson
And yet I could never spout the rage that fuels my husk of a being onto your haven
Your abode stinks;
The reek of naïve youth and ***** lust at night
And yet I could never expunge the puny shred of mercy embedded on my aortic psyche
You win this round
For now,
my claws will try to cut the life you absorb from the air that pervades your hearth
Before they turn to fingers, before my wrath subsides in mortal disbelief of its own vulnerable
humanity
I shall incite fresh fear and death inspired odes within me once again

And on a fateful humid night,
I shall let myself perspire at the sight of infant wreckage burning with fervor and life
Your abode in flames of red and azure
And if you burn,
Apologies.
I merely hope your ashes will spark the flame bright for at least a little while
Ahh...such sweltering warmth
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC