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"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...
 Aug 2014 The Unbeliever
krissie
They say love is blind
It must also be deaf
If I stop loving your lies
I will have nothing left.
I thrive on the subtlety
of the dance,
and the mystery of
breathless romance.

As the arms interlock
with such grace,
elegant finesse and
exertion
and the intensity of
sensual emotions
come alive,
played out in a
connection of such
passionate coercion.

Firm hands to curved
hips,
the slow meeting of
burning eyes,
the soft graze of
moist lips.

The music consumes
us as the tempo
does rise and fall...
and we glide and move
in rapturous trance
and heed the lover's
call.



-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
One thing I know
Very few
Will get to be a mother again
In heaven
I will be  lucky enough
to experience it twice
Once on earth
Second in the skies
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