"Ready..."

No time for deep thoughts
Smell cigarettes on the air, cordlite overpowers
Blood and **** and my eyes are covered
Hard drag on that cigarette

No need to wonder
Wind changes and cool on skin
Go steady as in life
Brace, go hard

Deserve this, fought back
Ten men, one bullet; good odds
And me
Always good odds

"Aim.."

Not crying, knew this end
Beginning a teacher, ending a leader
Hero, savior, soldier, teacher
Wanted

Too brave and too effective
Price on my head
Dead or alive
Traitors, died first

Choices and no regrets
Tyranny fails if given a chance
Born for this life, death
Dirt beneath my feet

Exhale, last breath
Feel the sun on my face
Think of brothers, friends
Duty to family, ideals, country

"Fire."
Love...

It's quite the smell
Of the ocean, cliffs below
Waves crushing rocks
Wearing them down
With the smell of the sea

Around us, held by the forest
Pines prevalent, highlight the remoteness
Keeping us secluded, safe
From the crowds, from the people
Masses of eyes, always stripping me
******* and molesting me
Imagining their hands on me

Far away, far above
Embracing the taste of salt on the air
Blankets of pine needles
Nature's rug for the barefoot soul
Here I can be naked

Baring my soul, free
I can write, leave my mark
Feel the sun rise behind me
And expose my ink,
For the world to see

Not alone, he protects
Pressing against me, held
Not a burden, not anymore
A warmth, love, of being
Nature' fences and emotional
Security; every sense supporting
And given to just me