WHY I RIDE ! |
WHY I RIDE ?? There is cold, and there is cold on a motorcycle. Cold on a motorcycle is like being beaten with cold hammers while being kicked with cold boots, a bone bruising cold. The wind's b...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 15:31:00 GMT |
poem |
Posted by on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 01:42:00 GMT |
POEM |
(AFRAID OF SECOND CHANCES)
Best of makes, leaves everything gotten.Hiding behind humor.Hopelessness hope.Wanting in life, past expired .Turned over rolled dice. The lost line of ends.Same path,o...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 06:31:00 GMT |
POEM OF HINDSIGHT |
( POEM OF HINDSIGHT)
REACTIONS TO MY FETAL WISDOM HAVE TOUGHT ME LONELINESS. MY SMILES LOST ON MYSELF NOT SEEN. NO PRESENCE TO SHOW STRENGTH FOR, WHY HIDE MY TEARS. REASONS TO SEEK DAYBREAKS ARE LON...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 06:25:00 GMT |
