You can ask for your ring back
It can signify your status
There are several types of
Rings
From head to eyebrows
Or used as ****** devices
Rings on necklaces
Or exchanged
During promises
They can mark an
Achievement
Or be passed
At times of bereavement
A representation of a bond
Of a loving future
Or revoked  when
That love
Is gone
Expensive or cheap
It's the thought behind
It
For a circle
Is infinite

A stronger man reaches out to help a weaker man
His strength over  comes the others mans
Failure, due to both of
their energies they are able to function and both of their halves makes them strong as one.
Don't look at it as a case of halves.
The weaker man gives more to help the stronger one stay strong during the process of assistance.
Because whatever hope the weaker fellow is now experiencing due to the arrival of the hero, he transfers that energy out to help give power to the rescue.
Don't look at it like heros and weaklings,
Think of it as brother helping brother.
And don't you know,
He's not heavy he's my brother

It's just me
Living in sorrow
Wondering
About a dark
Tomorrow
All those thoughts
Of what I'd be
Sunken down
From yesterday's
It weighs me
Down
The could have beens
The different
Path I could of lead
And yet I find
Where i am at
is fine
I just can't Have
no peace of mind

Aye Laddie
Your hairs gone gray
Your bonnie lass has gone astray
Nay your kin folk know ye name
Nay a prayer has crossed your lips
In at least these thirty years
You've tried your trade
But no one buys copper these days
Hope and luck have made ye a piker
You're as mad as a hatter
And you have  no one left to blame

There is no ending
We just go on
I am waiting
Waiting for God

It's a bus stop
This whole
Life thing
I've just been waiting
Waiting to
Be seen

Shoot A flair man
Dance in the fire
I have been
Waiting
To expire
Waiting for God

Thumb out head down
Another semi smokin' crown
Yeah no riders
Well , ******* jack
We are riding in a train
High balln' it
Almost caught
At the hobo camp
Huge cities
Ya all
that
You cant get back
I got a destination
(Weak whisper)
I got a destination

Eye on the prize
Ain't no one
Pointing at me
Saying
You wouldn't understand
You don't know
Not only do I dig
It
I'm the bodhisattva
I dreamed it so

It is necessary
Force on force
There really  is no
Power with just
A voice
It is a necessary
Evil
I'm In charge
Do as i say
When i hear no
That makes my day
Here comes my chance
To choke or punch
Not too much
Throttle control
The gas
There's a fine line when
Beating  ***
You can't  let on
The violence really
Gets you off
A
Good technique
Is when you make them
Whine
The bigger they
Are its devine
I can make
A six foot two
Two hundred
Pound man
Cry
Hold me back
Or let me go
I'm a sadistic
Fellow  on
Patrol
In society
There's no other
Way

Fear
Fuels
Fools

She runs tonight
Like a bullet takes a life
Faster than the speed of sight
She runs
To hide
her desire
to get higher
She's about to expire
Her life has run down
Like a crib on a bough
With no mothers hand
To give
Any rythym to the limb
She can't feel
Normal or real
She has gone beyond the pain
Beyond hate or blame
To an
Ethereal plain
Where only God
moves
Faster than the rain
As steady as a beat
The rythym of her heart
Which she
out runs
Looking for the fun
And hiding
from
Her, pain

You can close  your  eyes
That  won't stop  the monster
You can  deny
This pending  disaster
It's not funny how when
There is a need
There's no one there
At least not for me

I hold my breath
Counting begins
I get to a thousand
And start again
To close to ignore
To familiar to not fear it's at my door this monster
Is here
Burning candles  keep the light on
Running the TV
Until the dawn
There's no kryptonite
There's no crucifix
And denial
This time won't fix
Here is the monster
Here is the end

You were there..
We were there,
When the others
Came to watch
The floating pig
Move across,
The puzzle piece sky
While some may live
Those others
Have what chains
They born in life
And there,we stood
In synthesized light
Moving the button
To madness machine
Leaving just a memory
To us
Or to them
There are questions
These are cigars

By the back gates
Near the parking lot
Where the homeless
Are seen
There's a space there
That's reserved
for me
I'm kinda famous
At least here
Where the wineos
Drink their beer
A pimps office
Behind  the laundry mat
I can be seen
Standing apart
From the riff raff
And the bruisers
I got my spot
From stepping up
This is where
I planted
My buttercup

While riding  to loch Driscoll
Upon my faithful  ***
I came upon three calvary men
Who demand of me a tax
I pulled my trusted claymore
And my pistol capped
The devil take your souls and the copper coin to match
I took the bounty chest rightly full of gold
I yelled to the devil
Here comes three more for your hole
Shalah  hey Heidi do ** de oh
Life as a highwayman
Life as a highwayman
I buried half me treasure
And the other half is gone
Perhaps  the ****** that earned it
Will help the minstrel  sing my song

Shadey hey hey do oh
Life of a highwayman
Life  of  a  highwayman

I took the remaining treasure
And arranged passage on a
Ship
I would tame America with
The claymore  on my hip

Life of  a  highwayman
Life  of a highwayman

Is there a difference  between seventy  and two hundred?
Does a man accomplish  more  with a sick body and addled mind
Old like a tortoise or
methuselah  from biblical times
Does he seek destiny  in a cup of tea
Hoping for a spark
To see
And and and
Time moveth along
How long in the tooth or
Deep in the bone
To  the marrow ?
The crushing of the soul
How many stacked?

Bodies are  totalled ?
How many have passed..
Besides
My mother and father
Who will remember?
Who is there to recall
The endless tasks and
Hours
Like stacked bricks
In a wall
Time may not be the  villain
Procrastination
And things taken for granted
I will walk upon  the soil
When this earth is a dark dead planet

The drink is poured
Once more I drought deep
The swill does not quench my thirst
For thirst I do not seek
As the liquid goes to the darkness
Of my gullet
I ask for another pour
And think
nothing of it
For bottomless now the cup
And for sustenance 
I need not sup
For once the mull has taken hold
I slip ever so slightly into that hole
Newer was the light that the drink at first stirred up
And now the quest  for such brilliance I have not saught
Hope slips effortlessly
Away from me
As I look about expecting to be
Pointed out
And called drunkard..liar
Weakest man around
But in this place there is not one
Who can be found
To lift his head higher from
His cup
His shame
His misery
No man to stop him
No woman to turn his hand
Only himself
And himself to blame
But blame is fruitless
And the spirits are cheap
Another round is needed
And this leads to sleep
And dreams are distorted as is the
Truth..
Especially when
guzzling gin and vermouth.

I can fly higher than
A sycamore tree
I can see further
Than
An eagle
high, On wing
I can smell the musty Garm
 that treads on Heavy paws
I can hear the
Tip tap
of
It's claws
I feel the shadow
Drift across my Grave
I see the blind begger
Shake his cup
His eyes sunken
Shriveled up
I can taste the

Sweet mixture
Of
Young virgins full of lust
Picking fruit
For the harvest
I feel hope slip
I feel a tear fall
Upon my lips
Salty
Yet pure
Enough to stop
Me feeling
Ashamed
For my senses
Are heighten
And I can receive
The message On high As high as
The sycamore tree.

Surrounded, before the charge

Hope slips

And the guns barrage

Fires at our flanks.



Retreat is not an option

The horn signal has not

,,,,,gone

Two

blows

The Sergeant rides behind us.

We can feel the breath

of our

foes.

Blood is in the river, onto the banks

It goes.

Bullets pass by like angry bee’s

And my bunk mate feels the sting

His mouth opens wide as if yawning

His spirit leaves before

the scream

the river runs red, and flows like open

veins,

I must stop looking behind me,

For the enemy does nothing ,,

But gains.



The goal is in sight

I’m one of the few

To reach

the villains lair

I don’t hear the weapon fire

I drop into the river



As I float I begin to drift

And I

Melt away

In the crimson water.

My body
to be broken,
My mind gone
to the wind
My faith will remain
A foundation
A gift to
Raise
Weaker men
The darkness
Will surmount
It gathers
These days
Faith like a
Fire
Will shine
Like a
Blaze
Faith
Allows us to be
Humble
To pray on our
Knees
I bow my head
Willingly
To serve
The Masters
Needs
My faith
Leads and
Creates a path
I've dipped
My head
In his
Cleansing
Bath
I hope you find
That faith
In you
God grants it
Too many
And he
Covets
The fool.

With the next sun rise
meet it with your loved ones
Marvel
over its beauty
Bask in its light
For that is when
I will come
Eat as a king
Accomplish your tasks
Complete
what you have abandoned
For I
am nearer
Enjoy forbidden fruits
Tobacco and spirits
As the sun
dips
Dance with your family
And watch the sunset
Embraced
with your wife
Keep her close now
And love her
I will be moving faster
Pray to your god
And ensure that he will watch over your family and that he is prepared to receive you
For I am on the hill
overlooking your village
I can see you kneel
Here
I will rest
I will pray
I will tell of my grievances
Over the hill
toward the village
So all will know my intent
And
who I have come for
I too will drink and eat
In celebration of
Either
you will see your god
Or I will see mine
To either end
My enemy has seen my courage
And knows of my grace
I will greet your family
And tell them you fought well
and brave
Knowing that you will do the same
for me
Now the first ray of light
I am here
I am here
Face me with courage
And weapon drawn
I am brave
I am strong
May all mourn you before
The last light of the sun fades
May all say their farewells and tell of your bravery on this day
By then I will be on the hill
Moving away.
For with my departure
comes darkness