Final’s…

I take a deep breath

and plunge into the waters

The Nurse…

She coughed quietly

Hiding the bloodsoaked kerchief

Afraid to be caught.

Personal Revolution…

Freedom cries loudly

With every beat of my heart

Spurring me onward

Self-Preservation…

It’s in the interest

Of my own preservation

Hindsight…

When the past comes back

Haunting us in present day

It’s history’s joke

Because somewhere we forgot

To learn from our own mistakes.

The Centurion…

Wherever you go

No matter how long it takes

I will be right here

You’re the girl worth waiting for

And I’m your centurion.

Lipstick…

Her lips shaded red

With passions burning desire

Drawing me closer

Sparking smoldering yearnings

To want for love’s one true kiss.

*****

FSF

Scorching…

Albert said it best,

World War Four will be fought with

Naught but sticks and stones.

Because after World War Three

All that’s left is a scorched earth.

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Modern Day Robbing Hood…

They call me a thief.

As if that is a bad thing.

I steal from the rich

And give to the least of these.

It’s not my fault I’m the least.

FSF

A Hot Mess…

Looking a hot mess