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He Cared...For Love

He cared...for love, with all his armored brass. The boots worn stomped of the streets, this large camouflaged mass. You can tell of his pursuit, of a thing wholesomely missed. Forged with valor in his mission, the thing he cared for, exist. I must persist-of his adorable hiss, confidently angry and his face was pissed. Being an on-looker I stepped right and to the side. Wondering to myself-what of this heroes pride. He searched and he seek, throughout the blazes of that street. Corruption of hoodlums, he declined all retreats. This story was steep, and his emotions ran deep; his embattled body, offended and upon his release... The hood, durable to boot, as the opposition freed it's handle. This armored warrior and his precarious gamble. He cared...for love as the subject was, his sibling, his sister... he cherished, plus he missed her. The girl strung out; unaware of the brother listening to the out cries of his saint-hooded mother. He knew what he faced and the adversity it played. but he cared,...for Love. what a stunning display. To my dismay, a story resounded right out of this tangible insight. He cared…what she did, amid herself, because his heart cared…for love; and that’s right.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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