Wayne McCullough Poems
|1.||Choices My Dear||4/5/2013|
|2.||Plea In Ignorance||4/5/2013|
|3.||Lesser Of Two Evils||4/5/2013|
|4.||Birth Of The Demon Inside||4/13/2013|
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I abide stoic resolution to immaculate taste.
A hunters quiet and patient gaze peering into twilight.
I scan the horizon from lofty perch for my prey.
The small game comes and goes from my vision as, fleeting as a breeze rustling through the trees.
One must accept nature, for we are what we are.
Some hunters settle for the small catch. I will not.
I know who and what I am. I am the hunter.
I am selective because it is my right. It is my way.
I hunt for blood, I hunt for pain.
I hunt for pleasure, I hunt for need.
I hunt for myself as I hunt for ...