Spit Fire

Spit Fire

Approaching with a mask of sincerity

The Game of Spit Fire
I was introduced years ago
No longer a member
Retired my uniform long before

Not that I don’t know the rules
Just choosing not to play the game of

Spit Fire

For one’s judgment does not define me
for
I make love to peace every night
…before I close my eyes

I wake up to a subtle kiss from joy
…impressing a smile on my face

I have tranquility for lunch
…topped off with clarity for dinner

Spit Fire…
A revolutionist with-out a cause
Fighting for your right to expression

Sensing articulation
Amidst misguided ignorance
Don’t give up it…..even though it has already given up on you

You see my appetite has been filled
Filled with motivation
You arouse me to novel beginnings

An indignant exchange measured not by the truth of the word
but
by merely the intent

Forgive those who spit fire …smothered by the sorrow
Like an eclipse…nonexistent

Where is  my dress.....I have a date with PEACE!!