Iron RiderOn iron horses do we rideto death or glory side by sidewhere we're going, we don't knowwhere we've been is a tale of woeEngines screaming into the nightWarriors riding out of siteEach a heart and soul of blackAll must fear is iron wolf packWe ride together in life and deathfor each other we'd give our last breathno home, of love we seek to findall are alien to the mindOn iron horses do we ridein life and death side by sidewhere we're going god only knowsBut for sure it will be a tale of woe.
Lost soulsThe lost souls ever seeking For what was not meant to beBy the paths of moon and sunBy the rise and fall of the seaThe warrior seeks redemptionThe sinner seeks in kindThe forgotten seeks for memoriesThe mad seek for piece in mindTheir stories wide and variedAs countless as stars in the midnight skyAs fish doth seek the deep dark watersAs the bird doth seek the skyAll seek for something betterFor passion doth ensnare the mindKeep oh keep the wild heart openThe only shield of the impassioned mindRise now oh lost travelers Keep searching far and wideFor at the end of life's long journeyall you seek you'll su
self made gilded cageWe lose ourselves in fantasy in order to escape reality, a gilded cage of the mind made by our own actions and choices, wether to escape a hard reality or the protect a wounded and scared mind and heart is matters not; When that cage of gilded bars inevitably come crashing down, and those broken and tattered hearts and those shattered minds are once again laied out and open to the world we stand in silent awe of all that we refused to see.
OC kido SpellYe Lord of amassed blood and flesh, all creations of fluttered wing stretch out your talons and strike my foe, truth and temperance, purified penitence of all who bare the name of man, white dog of awai; black dog of yami look upon each other and burn, scatter your sacred ashes to the four winds and cleanse the world of life! Bakdo 199: gouka taihou! (hellfire cannon)This spell would be with out a doubt the single most powerful spell in existence. The Kido equivalent of a Nuclear warhead, this spell is an absolute last resort, use when all else fails and you just want to make sure you take your enemy with you. And like a nuke the immense po
My Creed.obligandi radix familia: The binding Roots of Family. My personal creed. The Code in which I live my life. Some one once said that every person needs a code to live by. I find it odd that most don't chose a code that is just their own. Most choose one from a group. But mine is not. Modeled after my family crest. This Creed signifies the ties that bind. Family, it is our root were we come from. no mater how far we travel, no mater how much we change there is one place were can be ourselves, were we can be at peace, with family. By blood, or by breath family is the rock, root, the foundation in which we start our lives. This creed signifies tha
Free Will Funny how things usually go with some people. Some people say that destiny is unchangeable a ending of our lives dictated by god himself. others say that there is no destiny but death and everything else is just random chance. I think that chance is merrily god at work. The Lord is not know now to be a blatant being now a days. He works his work with the a subtly that is beyond approach, to the point that some have stopped believing in him. which is completely senseless. What do people think in this day and age that the lord would still be throwing fire and brimstone around, turning people into pillars of salt, to queiting the storm, parting
The lone Travlerthe lone traveleralways movinga lone wolfwith a coyote spiritseeking companionshipwhere he maybut content to forever walk alonethe wind his brotherthe road his homewalking with others but always walking aloneeating when he hungersdrinking when he thrustssleeping when he tiresbut always aloneno love to remember no past to regrethe lives how he wishesbut lives always alonemany live as himbut not many as freeas a hawk on the wingas a shark in the seafamily long gonealone to grievea wolf of a lost packa coyote to be.howling in regretof things left unsaidof debts unpaidlast of his line
The passage of time It is funny how time can change one's perception of things, some times it is not a day or two after the fact but now nine years later that a lot of detales come to life. I can still remember that day. I guess myself and my family are somewhat different from the norm in the regard of where we where that day nine years ago. while the rest of the country was still in shock and just starting to grieve. My family was already grieving. Having lost a close family member days before. Now I am not trying to belittle the events that occurred that day, or the many families that lost loved ones. this is my perspective nothing more or less. I still r
mother oh mothermother, oh motherdo not weep for mefor this if life I chose to lead.Bringing freedom to those not free,this has always beenmy destiny,and for all that I have doneremember me in lifeyou son.no not dwell on my fatefor you seeto you fall the task of nuturingmy legacyto young to remember meto young to understandwhy his daddy fellin the desert sandprotecting a peoplenot his own,defending a landnot his home,but still I went and still I fellhopefully not into the pits of hellbut gladly did I liveand gladly did I diebut now I must say goodbyefor I see my judgment drawing nye with my brothers a
riddleI am every where and nowherethe counselor to the mad and thos of a broken heartI cut bone and freeze bloodturn rock to sand and dry the mudI am deaf but I hear all,I am seen but I am not seenI am felt but I have no formwhat am I?
a blank slateA blank slate,A path to the true unknownas white and pureas alabaster stonenot blackend by sinnor mistakes of the pastbut the question ishow long will this purity last?threw choice and actionwe define how we arewill we stand for fallwill we stay close for travel fare.by chosing malice over vitruehate over loveour slate becomes blackedno longer white as a dovebut by staying true to how we areand never straying from the pathour slate stays pure and whitetill we breath our last
samuraiI am a soliderMy soul is my blademy honor is my servicemy life is in my deathI am the retainerthe protectorthe adviserthe swordsmanI AM SAMURAI
Filial lovebond in life and deathbefore our first breatheven as we grow so fastthe band we is with us to our lastfather and mother daughter and sona love as constant as the setting suna bond as we grow we ignore and jestputting the bond to the testbut no matter how old we areno matter if we travel far,that love that bond is with us alwaysagape the sages named itlove for no other reason for the sake of being.
you neverI speak you never listenI feel and you never careI break and you walk around meI fall in to the abyss and your never thereyou never care that I am breakingyou never care that I feelingyou never care that I fallingto you I am a ghost weepingonly when I falter to you see meIf only to criticize and scorn making me feel worthless cursing that dark night that I was bornwith pen a paper do I express with pen a paper do I speak my mindyour rough hands have thrown mefor my own aspiring way to findyou never care that I am seekingyou never care about what I findyou only care for what I am doingand taking what is m
new eyesthe rosy shades of youth long thrown awayand ever since that faithfully daythe pain of heart break felt the tears of sorrow shedas the spirit of innocence lay deadfriends become foes and foes become friendsthe world seen with a different lenswhere the light becomes dark and darkness becomes lightwhere once you ran away now you stay and fightparents no longer immortal godsbut mortal men and women that can be beaten by the oddstrying to find rest for the heart and comfort for the mindlooking for the road only you are meant to find
come walk my roadcome walk the road I walk a milethen sit down and talk a whiletell me what it was like to have my woes, to shed my tears, and fight my foesto walk a mile in my stead to where even devils fear to treadto play the part I must always playif for only a single daytelling my dreams, hopes and fearsto none save the winds deaf earsas my eyes fill with silent tearsfor all the scars my heart bearsbuy now that weight has been liftedmy long race now ended now on the other shore I standwaiting for my angel band.
you and mehappiness and purpose are things that escape me when you look at me all you see is a masknot the one true meall you seeis what you want to seewhat you think I should benot what I want to beYou see me according to your designnot me trying to break freebreaking free from the cageyou built around meI don't want to be what you want me to beI don't want to be cagedI want to be freeto live my life as I see fit until the comming of an ageyou see me doing nothingbut that is what I want you to seeyou don't see me livingjust glad to just beglad to just be alivewith every breath I takethis world may be worth w
fields of gloryI once met on old man who told me great storiesof men who fought hardfor their countries gloryof men that fought long agocoming home to a clarion callcoming home from the fields of gloryhis stories kept me enthralledon the fields of gloryon the fields where boys become menon the ancient fields of glorycould I be one of them then the times comes againstories of men that formed a brotherhood on those ancient fields long agoa brotherhood of men that fought side by sideunder a red moon's glowbrothers together standing side by sidealways standing tallready to fight till they cant fight no morealways ready to a
the right wordMark Twain once said "the difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and the lightning bug." I can't help but think that truer words were never spoken. I mean how many times have we all strugled looking for the right word to say how we feel? For may of us we can't. For some like us poets (not all just an example) we can't find just one big right word, we find many little right words stringing them together with rythm, sceme, and symbole to form poems, thus the great poems of the world are created. For musiations they can't find words so they use their music. One can not deny that the great
many questions not enough answ Many say "that the needs of the many out way the needs of the few." but is it the whole truth? is it not true also that sometimes the needs of the few are greater than the needs of the many, and is the needs of the many worth the innocence of one? Many may say that those are ignorant thoughts. well I guess. most say that ignorance is bliss. but what is the cost of that bliss? I have heard said that the cost of ignorance is paid on blood. but whose blood? I don't think that is the whole truth ether. But then what is the whole truth? well I guess that is a question that
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