Thursday, April 22, 2010

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Sticks up

I play my cards. Win some loose some I always walk away with a cheeked smile and two pockets full of peanuts for the walk home. Loose on the table its just another game the real winnings are always pocketed under the desk and always will be. Grabbed and throw to the floor a cheap shot to the leg stopped him in his tracks. I rose up and over handed him another card and he said he would call back when he comes to age. So young so stubborn heart overhead never served anyone well...

I enjoy the change.

"I'll seek you out,Filet you alive
One more word and you won't survive
And I'm not scared of your stolen power
I see right through you any hour"

Friday, April 2, 2010