Poems from hawk45
Eyes of grey green
Hair like spun gold
With a fire that storms
She ignites my soul
Kyle Mondial
erstwhile a gentile
was on trial
for his Nazi revile
in his sweater argyle
purchased at
"Profile Mercantile"
for a worthwhile...
Throughout the lonesome journeys
in a place of numbing pain
From rise of sun 'till darkest hour
where anger still remains
No...
Black heart full
so is the moon
seeing red all day
Murderous rage
cannot unleash
.45 in hand
Colt ACP
to ease all pain
Blast a rock to...