" Brothers "

Are you looking for me Brother

I'm not hard to find
Just get on that long, smooth stretch of Road

You know the one I mean

In the morning it runs through the Forest 
leaves on the ground, mist in the trees
Sun peering through the treetops

In the evening it runs through the Desert
Sun just setting behind mountain peaks
Sand and rock ablaze with dusk's fire

You know the one I mean

Down this road, just around the curve
Theres a place, nothing fancy, just a Place
where there's always a good jam playing
Beer's cold and You never scratch

You know the one Imean

glide that big hawg right on in, brother
if I'm not outside, chillin on my ride
you'll find Me at the long rail
with the Nine racked and a Cold One waiting

Good times and Good people, Here, thats all there is to find

And when the planets are aligned 
the wind at our backs, sun on our shoulders

Brother We Will Ride
We will ride that road

You Know...........

For madness unleashed

respects neither boundary nor reason

{ in reference to adolf hitler }

author unknown

Currently reading : Nineteen Eighty-Four By George Orwell Release date: 06 May, 2003

" ecstacy "  or " virginity lost "

Blanketed under darkest of nights

emersed in wildest of dreams

passion coarsing through heart and soul

roaring like a river, unending pain

treading the realm of Nightmare unleashed

senses afire with cruelty and loving care

wanton desire flooding nerves, tasting flesh

Lover's gaze beneath flowing locks of raven

unmarred skin smooth with innocence, lush with purity

as venom, fingers caress, craving a lover's touch

Her need burning with pleasure and pain

sweltering heat from deep within

upon Her face...lust is plain

Ominous shadow envelopes her figure

ferrel eyes finding their prey

pulse quickening, lungs heaving

leering grin poised over cringing flesh

talonned fingers imbedded through glistening lips

unyielding grip, relentless force

a being of love, a being of agony

infused, pulsating as one

cry for mercy, a plea unheeded

tender is the unflinching malice

rythmic thrusts fulfilling desires

spearing unexplored fathoms

sudden shock, ripping ecstacy

cries echoing, fading into night

sweaty sheets, clinging to paled skin

heartbeat slowing, breath shallowing

sweet nectar flowing freely

satisfied is the wicked intent

Until the next..........

Into the Twilight

A burning desire, deep within

A yearning

untamable hunger that will forever win

coming of night, setting of the stage

anticipating the commencement of an intimate ballet

As if for the first time

sight of curves smooth and subtle

rememberance of virginity, so long ago

yet unforgiven

Her skin firm and plush

an echo of a tremble, at the hint of touch

Molding of leather and flesh

embracing Her power, endearing to Her flesh

the Key sliding home, satisfying and fulfilling

Lover's desire for passion

A single hard thrust 

 Her existance echoes throughout the night

Gripping Her firm yet gentle

at one with Her inner power

fueling wanton lust that craves only more

lovely figure trembling

Giving  ALL that Her lover desires

Her lover, pulsating at Her gleaming wonders

Clutch released, throttle encouraged with abandon

two, racing down the blacktop, as ONE

Free and Alive

Unknowing.... Uncaring...

only feeling the freedom granted by an Iron Horse

Both entities, intertwined, into the Twilight

Into my arms I will take thee

as the midnight chimes echo out their call

unto the realm of shadow they beckon us fall

and claimed are We to this unchartable land

Upon a vessel forged of desire We shall sail

unhindered by the chains of mortality

flowing upon an ocean of fantasy

We journey into Etheria

Enveloped in a world of mystic shadow

entertwined in a sensuous ballet

We shall be known to one another

in truest purity of form

Opening all that I am

no scars cloaked from sight or touch

for thy love or thy scorn

betray not my heart

for its wantoness cries out only for your your touch

To dance and laugh or to cry and scream

let us know the essence of ourselves

on a plane of conciousness

that can never be truly ... conceived

Then as sorrow would have it

as dawn approaches mists shall fade

giving passage to light

Kissing thee awake with a gentleness

carried only in the purest of hearts

Adoringly, I gaze into the windows of thy soul

unwilling to surrender My embrace

Remembering depths of passion

harboring a longing to return

endearing Myself to the link between

these two worlds

Our Love

What lies ahead ...

A darkened realm awaits

between light and shadow, the heart of Hate

passing through crypt doors

unrelenting cold malice, shall you feel

a portal ... could it be so

but to what destination, to what fate

Guarded by the Dogs of War it is

the Keeper beckons thee

Arctic eyes seeking your misdeeds

for your undoing shall they be

talonned fingers caress your pain

cruelly, for your soul is scarred and stained

Seek not mercy, for none lies within

atonement by suffering, you will endure

laid bare, thy sins will be

stripped away is the cloak of deceit

no peace, shall your heart know

in the depths of the Abyss, seek your truth

Beyond blackened gates hope exists not

abandoned are you, in desolation you dwell

To the Keeper you are condemned

in blackness shall your soul remain

by a path of betrayel and trespass

redemption is now but a dream

For you are Forsaken

Welcome to Purgatory

Wisdom from a Fool.
Current mood: anxious

The paradox of our time in history is

that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers,

 wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.


We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.

We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgement, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly,  laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up late, get up too tired,                              read too little, watch tv too much, and pray too seldom.


We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life, not life to years.


We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.
We conquered outer space, but not inner space.

We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less.


We plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.


These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.


These are the days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.


It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.

A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or just hit delete...

Remember: spend time with your loved ones, beacuse they are not going to be around forever.


Remember: say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
 

Remember: to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesnt cost a cent.

Remember: to say i love you to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember: to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there.

Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.


AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away

- George Carlin