Song lyrics? or just a twisted old horseman with a sobering muse |
Your presence is requested
your METL tested
to defend this land for a band
of Thieves
Mothers will grieve
Others will leave
Do you have the stuff to bleed in the rough
to violate your ethics for a dro... Posted by Pale Rider on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 10:43:00 PST |
Sometimes the rhymes just fall out |
Summer's passing
Leaves crashing
Beauty fades in the Autumn shade
Marble wears
A mother bears
Wind blows
A cock crows
Raindrops Trickle
Lovers Tickle
Raven takes Flight
Warriors fight
Combat engage
In... Posted by Pale Rider on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 10:09:00 PST |
Food for your head. Quit shoving chicken soup in your dark soul |
Just some food for your head: (not Chicken soup for your Soul moron)
Do you expect that Satan is gonna just douse you with a full frontal attack?
The truth is unless you really pissed in someone's whe... Posted by Pale Rider on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 12:59:00 PST |
just reality for those paying attention |
Darkness descends over a wetland paradise
The sinking globe of reactive plasma exploding the clouds and earthly sky into a blaze of unnatural reality
Its inferno reflecting dying embers accross shallo... Posted by Pale Rider on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 01:37:00 PST |
With Eden deserted we only have the connections to each other to find our paradise |
Distance
Holding your hand from miles away. Makes the distance over land seem to bend and sway Its Touch Its Texture It feels so right. As I gaze into another endless star filled night. I believe fo... Posted by Pale Rider on Fri, 23 Jun 2006 08:23:00 PST |
Mortality, has its limitations....so give me an alternative |
Just A Man
A man reached his hand to the lord one day his hand was bruised from falling down all the time he wasn't necessarily clumsy, or a fool he just fell alot A light shone from the heavens fir... Posted by Pale Rider on Fri, 23 Jun 2006 08:19:00 PST |
Yes even death had a mother, and she taught him well. |
The tears of an angel have fallen this day.
The cries of a child lost in the silent roar of heavenly laughter.
Good byes, Farewells.
Meaningless for me.
Not gone, not forgotten.
True faith the directo... Posted by Pale Rider on Fri, 23 Jun 2006 08:13:00 PST |
More fragile attempts to weave a pattern of Truth |
balance
the pollen of my hopes and dreams drifts lazy and unhindered over the iron gates of the cemetery of my mind its purpose, direction, its meaning uncaring and cold as the shaded mid month moon... Posted by Pale Rider on Fri, 23 Jun 2006 08:06:00 PST |
In order to feel the pleasures of life one must endure its painful reminders. |
Shackled by the bonds of my ancient you
I tug at continued existance
I have unlocked the shadows of my mind
Swirling just out of reach
A darkness with its own breath, its own lust, its own danc... Posted by Pale Rider on Fri, 23 Jun 2006 05:30:00 PST |