Saturday, June 12, 2021

T-SHIRT LOGO FOR F.O.S. #56

GOD is BIGGER!

GOD is WONDERFUL!

GOD IS ALL!

By Felicia McCaw 

F.O.S. Property copyright

Sunday, May 16, 2021

T-SHIRT LOGO FOR F.O.S. #55

Risquѐ and Daring 

IS

the WAY for 

ME!

By

Felicia McCaw 

F..O.S.. Property copyright

Saturday, May 8, 2021

T-SHIRT LOGO FOR F.O.S. #54

 I Love My Parents!

I AM MY PARENTS! 

By

Felicia McCaw 

F..O.S.. Property copyright

Thursday, April 8, 2021

T-SHIRT LOGO FOR F.O.S. #53

raison d'etre 

IS YOU!


By Felicia McCaw 

F..O.S.. Property copyright


Sunday, March 7, 2021

THE SOPHISTICATE

Sneering lips curled with seering inherent disdain.

Cold frost glistened on the surface within.

Laughter mirth filled eyes of cruel sport.

Hair clipped short fine sleek as an otter’s wing.

Standing upwind from offensive stank this persona looked again with lack of sympathy and just mirth pealing deep within within and within.

Who thinks that a simpleton could accomplish such as this but it occurred and the laugh is still the educated fool.

Their nethers is where the brains are and again the mirth rolls deep within as they flounder deep within the bowels of shit they accomplished.

Hee Hee not me is the fleshy my disgrace but theirs and the roaring lust to prove their prowess and desirability.

Turning left and right with nose inclined same with the same mirth residing within the walk continued as the disagreement waged within minds of unworthy protest loudly rights and rights.

By

Felicia McCaw

RATS

Eyes brimming with curiosity and know.

They wait They wait clicking their fingers with cool slick slick.

Laughter foaming high and wide they scream yeah yeah yeah.

Looking at each each other with conceit of job accomplished.

Pursue Pursue we have the right to chase a like of cheese sublime.

Raising hand with mocking lies they ponder clear and obscure the thoughts and deeds of past and now.

Blasé they saunter we did the deed we did the deed and now we plunder the sweet.

But the sweet became a poison true not real but clear it came for another is not a time but a passage of the now and the not of the future.

For it became clear as the sun is hung that a dog is but a dog and whore is just a whore.

By

Felicia McCaw

Saturday, February 13, 2021

Little Marty

Eyes brimming with sweetness to burn the shame away

Her voice spoke with melodious humor and rigid hands caressed the pain free and giddy

Back straight as a rod spooled the web as the life flowed within and sighed Father

Thoughts walked tall and bold for God walked before after her he came with Iron rod to measure them with cruel speculation

Spirals jumped from universe to universe as the volume increased the spontaneity of mirth for those still tried to claim God’s purpose

Rivers Rivers bowed and cried Father please please see us remark see us remark for she is his element of destruction

Look at all with love forgiveness Marty grew watching her dad with pride honor she stepped light as wind

Snood up she and Orlandis traveled the wind and

By

Felicia McCaw