A lance is such a different thing In a different age Perceived by those who turn and ride off, away But best? What is the best way in modern day? To avenge unrest, to strike and sway In a time when the world throws words away Catch truth and cradle it in trust Till the strike rings true Till the passive armor falls and is stripped away
let there be oceans, god said. and oceans there were, and god prevailed. now comes a boy with brown skin, eyes colored with moonless skies and sunlit seas, who embraces god’s creation like a childhood friend.
maybe the ocean is his friend and it his; calling him, drawing him for attention, for companionship, for love. life, however, obstructs his path; takes him away from his soulmate, and it hurts not to be with the ocean; but no matter what happens, he will come home soon.
I carry this lance To carry on the fame Of the forgotten name To show the weak What they seek To cast out fear And end every tear So come what may I'll bring about a new day With the chance Provided to me by his lance
raggid sharp points cutting skin and flesh graising what you once held soft nimble fingers, which now tightly grip my neck life leaving my eyes as i see the passion burn in yours heart racing your silohette leaving distant memorys of which i wont live to remember your hands look so much bigger in fists but i guess it just goes to show everything is bigger in texas
thoughts are the songs of the mind only myself may hear, louder than laughter audible as low-toned whispers. sanctuary of the fugitive heart when all else has failed or fled like rats from a sinking ship. untold secret of an heir which seldom finds a confidant if only not uttered in sleep. unbreaking lance of the errant with sinews rare as his hands are bare. thoughts rare. thoughts *******. thoughts prodigious. thoughts uninvited. father of action son of an idle cloud. bereave me of my lance my secret my sanctuary my song; and oh… how naked i shall be!
The Lancer: Life Lancer... The final sweep through this once dead planet is done.. This is my favorite part about this job.. I land in a desert lifeless, golden sand mixed with black.. This wasteland will come to life.. I look to the sky and see life reborn.. It starts with a magnificient spirial of colors as the atmoshere begins to awake.. I stand in the sand and watch this world come to life.. The first storm is on the horizon.. Deep blues among deep blues I swear the sky is the ocean.. All colors of lightning begin to arc the dead away.. The entire planet is quickly engulfed in the Ultra storm.. I can feel the planet smile again.. LIFE has become the apocalypse for the apocalypse.. Its time to leave..