"bove" poems
#*Your hair stills heart's rhythmic meter
For this I wish forever
Strands spun with goddess gossamer;
softer than touch of mother
Your eyes dazzle with no glitter
For this I stare o're yonder
Locking jewels with coins of others;
Leaves throbbing chests emptier
Your form flows as gentle rivers
For this I grudge past swimmers
Glory bequeathed to the winner;
drown will the losing suitors
Your voice humbles angel choirs
For this I listen eager
Songs molding seraphs from satyrs;
in harmony with nature
Your being stirs wildfire
For this I bear the pleasure
Ethereal flames dance together;
fueled by spiritual tethers
You are my love light of summer
For this I waded winter
Glowing 'bove, spring was made greener;
blooming nascent desire*#
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
#*You are my love light of summer.
For this I wade through winter.
Glowing 'bove, the trees are greener;
blooming nascent desire*
of which I never knew I'd need
let alone make a heart bleed
girl, you got me on both my knees
praying you'll also need me,
too, to finally be complete
or otherwise reach life's peak.
*Your hair stills heart's rhythmic meter.
For this I wish forever.
Strands spun with goddess gossamer;
softer than touch of mother*
of which I never knew I'd need
let alone cause ex's envy
girl, you got her so **** ******
she blames you as much as me,
too, as love for you made her weep
and revealed her love is cheap
*Your voice humbles angel choirs.
For this I listen eager.
Songs that shift the course of rivers;
in harmony with nature*
of which I never knew I'd need
let alone so romantically
girl, you got me frantically
writing you some poetry,
too, and I hope you now can see
that maybe I'm also sweet
*Your soul ignites wildfire.
For this I bear the pleasure.
Ethereal flames dance together;
fueled by spiritual tethers*
of which I never knew I'd need
let alone spark fantasies
girl, you got me crying, "please, please!"
that you never take the lead,
too, cause this would be a done deed
if you wanted it to be.#
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
you can wear your cap twisted sideways
sag your pants down to your knees
ride a pachyderm or a mule that brays
be whatever kind of fool you please
sing love songs in the rose garden
or complain how the dollar done fell
knowing qadafi, hussein, and bin laden
have all been dispatched to hell
you can rant and rave about raw deals
you can raise your snout and sashay about
or he-haw and buck, kick up your heels
or vote for more hope or to kick da *** out
you can lean to the left or to the right
weighing the pros and cons and hype
but you can't stay out of this fight
and claim you're just not the type
to freely elect their governments and laws
evers, walesa, mandela, and susan b
lived and died for just such a cause
to see the people's voices set free
but if you just call it mumbo jumbo
and aloofly let this moment pass
we all may be led by Dumbo
or maybe that other *******
what percentage do you claim?
forty-seven, one, or ninety-nine?
tea party? occupier? some other name?
are you just spouting a party line?
all our blood runs red
'bove us all the sky is blue
and no matter what is said
there's one thing we all should do
hadn't you better cast a vote?
against the ones who vote aginst you?
i think you'd really better vote ...
it's the least but the best thing you can do.
doug curry
10/24/2012
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 12:43 PM UTC
my pen
i write things with care
my pen has many things to share
many ideas describing my intentions
writing my wholesome conclusions
my words flow as the grass grows
my feelings put down makes my imagination become sound
words fall as my mind spins through a crystal ball
all free writing for me
going way a bove the trees
my words are everlasting.............
May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 5:19 PM UTC
Gunmetal Christmas socks pulled
past the calf like go-getter high school
girls "rocking" rainbow ******** below
the belt loops. I never went a day
without seeing short shorts and socks
replacing pant legs with a gap at the knee
to breathe. Downplay X-mas with black
jeans thinning 'bove the knees. I guess
it's payback for all the surly Santas
paid per nervous child lapdance
that got ******* out of $1.50
because I walked away.
For all the St. Nicks breathing pressurized
bourbon on little kids' wishlists.
Thread through a burgundy belt frayed
by the buckle teeth. And I'm sure this is really
burgundy, probably the only burgundy I never
questioned much, unless the manufacturer's
lying to me. Unless it's really a flexible case
for wild circuits and tiny open mics in bars
going on 'round the clock. Not just Tuesdays.
Fiber optics around my waist transmitting
telephone transmissions and cybernetic ****
monitoring my hips and what my **** does.
And my thoughts; they're ******* taking
my thoughts. Precious poetry lines lost
to the scarcity of pens in my car, when I'll
shave next, whether or not I want a burr grinder,
if I'll break glasses at work and have to drink
the glitters like iced tea from the hardwood floor.
Maybe I'll cut my gums. Maybe my tongue'll
become a chandelier butterfly and carry
me to Coudersport or Elmira or Nowhere
to watch pregnant teenagers push flat-tire
shopping carts heroin-shaking in the newborn
section. Their babies are spitting up Gerber plans
Mom has never considered. Baby's just a rock rolling
down the birth canal that may someday end up
a boulder in a state park.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Wanted to get drunk today.
WANTED TO WRITE TEN POEMS.
None of this happened, but the postman brought letters.
I opened them.
Skin felt absent on the occipital lobe.
Where amber, silica, sconce, crackle, glass exploded.
Lifted pillow 'bove my head.
Gravity took its power. Hold, sand shard dust and vase piece,
in my bed.
Wanted to sit in the park.
WANTED TO MAKE TEN ******* POEMS.
Needed a six foot tall model by my side,
in the windy park in the sunlight.
Children needed to dance around.
Wanted to see them puke up happiness.
On swingsets/marygorounds.
Wanted to be their fathers.
WANTED TO BEAT UP THEIR FATHERS POEMS.
Wanted to the cops to catch me.
Slaughter pigs, drink their blood.
Wanted lost in wanting.
WANTED TO BE BETWEEN HER LONG SOOTHING POEMS.
Wanted to clutch pretty.
Needed something like love...
or like drunk.
Needed to buy a forty today.
NEEDED TO COUGH UP WORD THROAT.
80 will do. If you have the proof
This didn’t happen. Instead,
I
Sat
Inside
And
Choked
On
My
Own
Enunciated
Emaciated
Words.
The poems never come out right anyways.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC
I look out the golden window to see the grasslands full fleshed and full breasted ripe trees bearing oversaturated fruit O yes and perhaps It is the fruit beholding the shine and plump perfection that looks of Grand artifice O apples so crimson I could barely touch it and the rich roots and Ra hangin'a'bove, it is a delightful Saci's-cap-red and each apple seems to be aligned in various patterns of crisscrossing and interconnection, bordering on random but almost calculated I look down at the breakfast table I am seated in capped with Irish breakfasts for all O It is the bare Nature herself and her youthful manifestation, strong and deep into the ground, it makes me feel no turning back, no regret from the small passionate days of pleasure, feeling that beautiful girl Marie, like Nature herself toned to the rivers and mystifying like from the clouds to the depths and our lips jamming brushing feeling against mine O I felt guilty I felt I was taking all the sound and the fury for myself I was eating ll the fruits in the garden, fearing a mistake, being caught, not giving chances and only wishing to please my immediate soul; as the great Wilde said, "I confined myself so exclusively to the trees of what seemed to me the sun-lit side of the garden, and shunned the other side for its shadow and its gloom." but yet I feel between us a growing, a yearning that is blessed and twisted; graft of Love, starting roots of naked Love sweet connection, Big Time Sensuality; buds in our hearts--the ****** soil has been sown yes O this new Spring is coming and a rite of passage passing finally we have made it past restriction and now a new Spring has finally come! the foggy marches of April lose track and pace, and my exuberance comes swiftly but my prayers and wishes for a beautiful quiet life come with the best intentions of grace; hopefully, surely, wonderfully. Dieu en aura plus tost de vous mercis.
Aug 25, 2010
Aug 25, 2010 at 7:42 PM UTC
Just, thought I, to escape a while,
Mundane light in the desk at home
On these splintered, black-tar roads
Marching, festooned in leaf and in rock
Snapping and scattering from underfoot.
My heavy breaths are this odd meter
In-out, in-out on this pavement slap
The knees are strained, down, the stream
Of rheumy little beads—lines! (I sense
Conception of a rare cadence
In which earth finds its synchrony).
‘Round the walls of rustic homes and will
To this walking gallery of the ‘ville
Ancient oaks, they lift their head and grin
To a sky beyond the storm, what with plumes
Unearthly fronds, dark with salmon painted on
Softened, its oil, burnt carnal black
That loose-end feeling holding it back.
Furrowed brow, I run with now
Sweet winds and pirouette
The dancers go amidst the leaves
Hold Hell high ‘bove white hands
Turned in deference and o,’ Arbor!
Your threshold live and saturnine
Entire eternities unfold now, silk scarf on
Goddess Eve, her halo proud
Gold embraced by Pink and now
She strides in by the choral geese
Flown to sing her godhead to sleep
Her rest had blest pain to leave me now
At those gates loud, effervescent
Shimmering, shimmering
In calm disbelief
And on
And on.
Back at the source, that in-between
Bare **** of the Fasick bridge
Magmatic pallets, on faces two
One shared tear drop, a cosmic breadth.
I saw from there the garden of stone
Lonely tombs in blamy play
Fruits sprung in those past lives.
I shared their rest for moment still
And back it goes, the nameless past
Where they exists as dreams, beside me.
Two sides, met then so diverged
I saw their peace where night emerged
Where pink embraced the dark
Went to rest on low horizons.
The world closed its lips and lids
Its eyes and loving heart
Bathed, it all, in low florescence
And lullaby of cicadas.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
GERONIMO wherefore
are thou now?
what scaffold have you fallen
from & stared
w/milk-pale eyes
at Reverend Cacey
(who stands murmuring ,
4
pound golden crucifix in out
stretched hands ? )
(the world is very scared
o
f
you..)
(why else would
ol' blood hound
Joe Horn
be put on yr trail ? )
raise thy sharps rifle 'bove yr head & eat out
th'sun !!
(i declare you are a mountain poet.)
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 10:50 AM UTC
For these bonded ties,
our lifelines of love.
Keeping us 'float
'bove the troubled waters.
Our bridge we crossed
together for each other.
In separating truly
the oceans are skies.
No long am I floating among the stars
but falling and drowning in this sloshing heir.
It seems my kingdom come
has fallen in the future.
A future different
than we live now
My course once steady
as I tagged along with you
now goes with the flow
unknown to me.
The pattern of these stars
foreign to me.
My eyes deceived,
blinded to sea.
Sealed my fate to be,
Unable to follow
where you may go.
Lest you deny me so.
No waves to tell me
where
your waters flow.
This stagnant water
reeking of the innocent blood.
Never leaving.
The wind beneath my bloodied sail, has left me 'neath it's silent veil.
No longer does it sing your lullaby to me. All that's left is the ghostly lull.
A bye.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
R adiantly
A bove
I n
N othing
B ut
O ther
W orlds.
S queezed
O range
F ills
A
N iche.
O bsequios
T houghts
H inder
E xtraordinary
R ealms.
C aught
O n
L imits
O f
R eality.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 6:40 AM UTC
Dragon awake ye, rise and ye may find
that dawn has had it's day, and night it lies behind
morning comes again and with it brings the sun
reminding us of flames, remembering we've done
all it takes to bank the ash, and to see our flames won
one day say we as we walk here in this wasted wood
lumber past the trees, see that though it's dark it's good
keep walking through and pass a pond that's feeding from a stream
fresh water midst the tangled trees - like brotherhood it seems
remember that though lone we walk - true in a sense or way
still with brothers by our side stand we loyal to this day
through many wars and battles fought and many won or lost
this bond 'bove blood has grown by bound, but at no little cost
the price we pay is loyalty and always standing firm
passing on wise words we've heard and lessons that we've learned
call each other on our bluffs and blindnesses, even on our weaks
stand up and with our armored hide, shield each other's breaks
that my strong may be your weak and your strong become mine
that together, we like dragons stride, armored every side
It is together we will war the world and win
defeating every enemy that raise or rise against
but battle foam may eager fly from our every scale
and fiery, painful, brutal be our battle against hell
but raise we with our talons true and truth held in our gaze
It is a noble war and one, that we chose to wage
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 2:56 PM UTC
Search in the forest; you’ll find me there
Letting the trees
Speak my apologies
For those I could not, would not dare.
Along, along the broken trail
A single line
No one’s but mine
Familiar silence, mem’ries glint
Though that I have cast judgment
To never speak to you again
I would still lay you in the ferns
And hold, in mine, your lovely hand
But the trees speak my apologies
Behind the timbers of my teeth.
There you stand in the cast light of ease
Eden lapping at your ankles
Winged by thrilled and lucky leaves
Blind in light, your darkest mien
‘bove where I’ve fallen, disgraced, mean
In the ‘brace of ferns between
You see me as I am
Cloud-watching and quiet,
Needing to say more
But shame, shame is defiant.
Search in the forest; I won’t be there
For you are in the ferns, the breath of tress
A concluded jawline bitten down
Wayfarer of the broken road and scene
Turning an ear from the trees
Rest I and tight lips
Trodden away as they speak my apologies.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
some words go US Eng, some go UK Eng
so inside the word-dividing "[ ]" is the chosen sound
KIND OF A WA[ɔ]LKING...
EMITTER OF ENDORPHINS
INNER-LIGHT-EVOKING
VAU[ɔ]LT WITH
A FORMi̲DABLY ENORMOUS
INFINITELY RISING RESERVE OF
THRILLINGLY PO[ɑ]SITIVE EMOTIONS (wa[ɒ]nt some?)
THE EPITOME OF DELIGHT & ENJOYMENT
——————————————————————————
strolling through some au[ɔ]tumn spo[ɑ]ts
sa[ɔ]w some gyals
being dolorous
stole up o[ɒ]n 'em
once I'm close enough
I'm exploding
with that mind-blowing stuff
I've noted 'bove
ba[ɔ]wling "lit morning, quit mourning"
so ear-splittingly like my ***** just go[ɑ]t
torn apart
they, seemed to me, were in
total sho[ɑ]ck
unloading, giving 'em a[ɔ]ll I've go[ɑ]t
which got 'em a little overpa[ɑ]cked
each of 'em got a lethal cor atta[ɑ]ck
overdosed, they dro[ɑ]pped
on the ground like ja[ɔ]ws of cha[ɑ]ps
at the sight of girls with bo[ɑ]ds
that are smoking ho[ɑ]t
——————————————————————————
ALSO, TRULY HOPEFUL
BORN WITH LO[ɑ]TS
OF OFFERS OF EMPLOYMENT
IN TERMS OF MOVING FORWARD
THE MOTION'S NOTHING LESS THAN HURTLING
ALWAYS, EVERY MOMENT
MAINTAIN THE FIRST PLACE
IN A LIST OF POTENTIAL BOYFRIENDS
FOR GIRLS THAT
ARE INDECENTLY GORGEOUS
AND UNBELIEVABLY JOYOUS
lyrically, these word-co[ɑ]mbs
come close to what a ***** does
performing a *******
[once was told that I have 0 SELF-IRONY]
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
Oh
Poor soul
Never seen the world
Only from a hole
Controlled from birth
As the Earth began to roll
Perspective of the world
From you they stole
As time goes by
Your innocence is broken
Piece by piece
Kiss by kiss
And your knowledge rises
Much like yeast
As we wait for the day
You unleash your beast
And then we feast
Enchained in the depth of illusion
Being fed lies and confusion
And when delusion
Takes over
Its all gone
Cause' bove you the truth will hover
I see you
You and your sealed hole
You nd your controlled soul
I said I see you
You and your puppy eyes
Eating these fluffy lies
Yeah I heard her cries
But her attitude is what I despise
I would
Release you from your prison
But you'd change
Like the season
Without giving me a reason
Your day will come
Blood darkened deep red
Like crimson
Grow old young one
Grow old your child
See it for yourself
Whether hot or mild
Keep exploring
The cool and wild
Curiosity in your brain
Like papers
It piled
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 10:06 AM UTC
Just Simple,
Under the Blue skies.
Laughing with friends,
Indeed life is silly and beautiful,
Every year,months,days,hours and minutes.
Living in a place I can't call my own,
United with love for nature and life,
Can't ask for more.
Hanging in a cliff while watching city lights,
Above the tree singing my favorite song,
Nothing i can ask for more.
And all I want is you.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 8:12 AM UTC
Al rio sottile, di tra vaghe brume,
guarda il bove, coi grandi occhi: nel piano
che fugge, a un mare sempre più lontano
migrano l'acque d'un ceruleo fiume;
ingigantisce agli occhi suoi, nel lume
pulverulento, il salice e l'ontano;
svaria su l'erbe un gregge a mano a mano,
e par la mandra dell'antico nume:
ampie ali aprono imagini grifagne
nell'aria; vanno tacite chimere,
simili a nubi, per il ciel profondo;
Il sole immenso, dietro le montagne
cala, altissime: crescono già, nere,
l'ombre più grandi d'un più grande mondo.
657
A dandelion’s wish floats in the breeze,
Dancing through sunlight and soft summer air,
Whispering tales of the places it’ll be,
Carried by winds that wander with care.
Upon a breath, it twirls in the light,
Sailing ‘bove meadows, o’er mountains so wide,
A fragile traveler in the still of the night,
Dreaming of lands where its dreams may reside.
It sways with the rhythm of skies so vast,
A tiny spark in the world’s grand design,
Ever fleeting, it drifts from the past,
Seeking a future where roots can entwine.
A moment it lingers, a sigh in the air,
Then onward it sails, with no time to stay,
Lost in the journey, in a whisper so fair,
The seed in the wind, forever astray.
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
Gather ye ‘round, fellow children of sadness
For madness and misery beckon once more
Imploring us all just to fall for a moment
Back into the days and the ways of before
If only to suffer aloud for a moment
Outside of the hell of concealing inside
The thoughts and emotions, such poisonous potions,
That unwanted tragedies force us to hide
For life can’t be lived by the dead and the dying
When such living hell remains buried inside
Infections of heart and of mind and of soul
Manifesting and nesting within our scarred hides
While outside, the world, with its misunderstandings
Continues to label, to point, and to stare
Unaware of the battles we’re losing inside
At a loss for compassion, refusing to care
So they dance on the coffins we've buried ‘bove ground
And they taunt and they tease and continue to hate
They pry up the bones of our failures and losses
Parading our ghosts and contempting our fates
Until, as before, we rise up from the ashes
As hell long since buried returns from the grave
And lives begin fading amidst the parading…
No longer the ghosts of regret, but the grave
The broken and tortured now breaking and torturing
Souls that seem so much more lost than our own
As the acts of our vengeance condemn more than save us
Another regret in the hell we call home
As the tangled and twisted procession continues
For the literal and the emotional grave
We bury our dead like we bury our feelings
And in the end, none of us ever is saved
We all are consumed and in some way exhumed
Though the dead and the dying are different, you see
For the dead are the ones somehow free of this tomb
While the dying continue to roam endlessly
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
October 30th
Words, word, and the futility of such
Or true appeal in sectioned rhymes of madness
Like Beethoven composing Blade Runner
In the midst of blue helicopter gunners
Spectator chemicals eviscerate my brain
Educationally desensitized to what I'm trained
To do, or to scream in pools of rubidium
And call back to poems of delirium
In my shelter, so deep in my room
White peroxide liquid, mangled and groomed
My heart is aqueous, love
I'm shaped by the "god-like" lingerin' 'bove
Net equation and sums enter my ear
Therefore finding themselves on paper peers
Lectures or cantankerous, droning drawls
They taste like a slave's righteous crawl
Balance life like a panther and its prey
With elegant trickles remarking on the day
And unconcievable drawings, moving fro'
The Worldwill pukes to what I sow
There is no question, this isn't one
Verses are futile under the sun
But rhyme is priority, thus authority
Digestible, like wood covered in yellow sugar
And blue butter, counting with a Cockney clock
Arrogant as he is, he smiled at her
Tick tock, and the flock is shocked
Petty Betty blessed her daughter
Loved her well 'till the police caught her
Thought-streams, and the working of the mind
Like the asymmetric butterflies of the Sistine Chapel
Oh, believe me! That's how my brain grinds
Where the world can equate to an apple
Paper on a finger, vice versa, so long
As I can keep track of Sing's King Kong
Pink-headed jubilee in old Manila
Killing time violently on the stairs
Remember the words of mouths of vanilla
And be sure to never stare
I talk to myself and tell myself nothing
Soon, over the morn', I will be nothing
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
When Sol's fury reigned upon olden folk,
And the day helped,but their easy arrest,
Day's ***** on heavenly order broke,
So,the earthlings fatal crawled on soil blest.
Workmen,weavers,craftsmen,not one of name,
Flexed their sinews to please the monarch's eye,
The poor dwelled under an eternal flame,
When heavens did in kingly castles lie.
The sharpest edge and the heaviest stone,
'Bove men's head hung,under the kingly throne.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
(A)bove the church were golden bells.
(N)ext to it was the finest sight, a hunch-back belle.
(N)ested in a tower of cobwebs and dusty shelves.
(E)xcept no one new that she was a princess walking among our common selves.
(C)arved within her heart is a beauty without comparison.
(U)nsuspectingly she can bust you out and then throw you to a jail garison.
(R)eclaimed by her will was a kingdom of magic.
(T)hat three young lads fought for her though always arguing about logic.
(I)n her eyes you can see a bright red glow.
(S)hining like blood red rubies in a cave under six feet of snow.
(S)ilence is sought out whenever she starts to sing.
(M)ajestic is her voice but can give you an alarming sting.
(I)n her greatest moments she sings with an enormous chorale.
(T)he kind of crowd that boosts her morale.
(H)old your breath for a mesmerizing musical royale.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
Fancies calcify in waiting,
under floodlights, Seconds crawl,
while the ancient belfry crumbles,
crack a cold one, watch the fall.
A Jiffy and a Nothing-flat
argue ‘round their fell remains.
Jiffy visions stories flying, high-
rises surging from the flames.
A motley crew of Moments,
fitted blind to rhapsodize,
scaffold fickle aspirations.
“Venture higher!” Jiffy cries.
Cresting ‘bove the clouds
ol’ Jiffy pipes a story more
‘til that whisk of wiser wheezing,
downs the tower, floor-by-floor
Collapsing ‘to a shower,
Moments dance in reckless spiral,
share the balmy hands of vision,
kiss the lips of sweet denial.
Delusions topple in a breath
under floodlights, Seconds crawl,
while the idle spire shatters.
Crack a cold one. Watch the fall.
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 8:47 PM UTC
Do you remember that time,
That magnificent time, when together we
Were on the beach, you and I;
We were lying and smiling and playing
Whereas
Little crickets were singing their songs in
The grass;
Little children were fidgeting with their little things
Looking just like the cherubs without their
Wings;
And the days were so warm, and the sun
That did shine,
And the sound of the waves; and the gulls
‘Bove the brine;
It was long time ago,
Lot of things to and fro
Had gone by
Since that time
Where were just you and I;
I Believing that mine
You will be forever;
But now standing here with so, with so
Misty a
Weather,
And holding so tightly, so tightly a feather
That to me as a present
You gave me, you gave me so long time ago
And here just I am, and your grave, and the crow
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
Loose Trigger Finger
LOW Slung
I'M ON THE RUN
Rattlin Cans
AND Rattlin Bones
This Dead MAN Tells NO Lies
Death MY Trusted Friend
This Wheels Spinnin' 'Till THE END
Skull Skull MY Skull I'LL Break That Skull
Skull Skull MY Skull I'LL Break That Skull
Woke UP
Shell Shocked
Vertigo
Richochete
I'M Raspin Metal
Shot THE Pass
Burnt THE Past
Here Dead MAN Tells NO Lies
Hittin THE Dark Stretch Hittin' IT Hard
Burning Down MY Memories
Kickin IT OUT NO Holes Barred
ON THE Edge OF THE Black Blade
Alone Under THE Open Vault
Freedom From MY Enemies
ITS Full Bore IN Full Revolt
THE Edge OF THE Black Blade
Skull Skull MY Skull I'LL Break That Skull
Skull Skull MY Skull I'LL Break That Skull
Free TO Ride
Eyes Wild
Raspin Metal
Chatterin' Teeth
AND Jarrin' Bones
This Dead MAN Comes TO Life
SIX Shots Ring OUT
IN THE Dark
Hammering IM Firing Wild
Bite THE Tooth OF THE Shark
This Heretic Wild Child
Free Reign
Here NOW
Bright Sparks
AND HOW
Riding A Toothless Shark
Shooting Flames IN THE Dark
Woke UP
Shell Shocked
Vertigo
Richochete
I'M Rasping Metal
SIX Shots Ring OUT
IN THE Dark
Hammering IM Firing Wild
Bite THE Tooth OF THE Shark
This SIX String Wild Child
SIX String Wild Child
Full Cocked Firing Wild
SIX Shots IN THE Dark
Ring OUT
MY Shout
Death MY Only Friend Forever Stares AT ME
Death MY Trusted Friend Forever TO BE Free
Skull Skull MY Skull Forever TO BE Free
Loose Trigger Finger
LOW Slung
I'M ON THE RUN
Rattlin' Cans
AND Rattlin' Bones
This Dead MAN Tells NO Lies
Woke UP
Shell Shocked
Vertigo
Richochete
Raspin' Metal
Free Reign
Here NOW
Bright Sparks
AND HOW
Shooting Flames IN THE Dark
Burnt Finger
Eyes Wild
Flash Burn
Powder KEG
Full Stick
I'M ON THE Edge
Fully Fledge NO ****
Full Sledge NO Drag
Feel THE Open Vault
'Bove YA Head
IN Full Revolt
I'M Bleedin' Lead
Death MY Trusted Friend
This Wheels Spinnin' Till THE END
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 6:12 PM UTC