by George "Papa" G.

papagtg@swbell.net

Solemnly though the cold winds blows, from the outer world , I enter this
realm of lonely tales. Dreamland? Summerland? A trained Sage. A Mage?
Roaming. Wandering alone.
A warrior of Rage, dressed in Black. Me. I have no riches in a sack.
Naught is owned but Honour... Pride I do not lack. I take no flack.
Flickering lights on soot covered walls; dark, as well as green, from the mold.
The scent of a stagnant life fills the nostrils of young and old alike.
Sounds; voices, stories told, some tall... Orators of lies, sit and spin.
Elves, Hobbits, Fairies, Men, Women, and Warriors of old.
Friends and foes. Helpers and Flamers. Still I search.
So sit and sing with a biker bold. A smoke filled inn, a place of business,
a site of sin?
Whiskey burns off the cold. A diet of veggies and berries eaten.
Rhymes from a discount bin? Will I ever win?
Poems from Cyber Bards, sailing away from Ceasars call, on ships of dreams,
upon waves
of hope, over the seas of proses...
My callused fingers poke through fingerless gloves as I play, and strum,
on stings of gold; Booty from battles past. Rhythm of the roads recalled.
The broken heart keeps the beat. A blackhearted man knows no songs of
Lovers Roses... Sweet words unknown.
Scars and tattoos lie about what is inside.
Pains and shame from a life survived instead of lived, harden the Soul.
Dante and Keats keep me company on long lonely treks... Jewish History from
my youth forgotten; forsaken. Shadows in books hold my truth.
I, a child of Apollo, the first Biker was he... Poetry and Might.
So, with you I will sit and play, for today, I sing.
In this dream still lives a Spirit, unbroken, just lost to the light.
Within the Man of hate, lives a child froze with fright.
Few are chosen, so I decide. Listening, what I do best.
For now, with you, I will ride, and rest.
Call me "Papa". A title earned and loved, times three; from Heaven above.
A full grown lonely man, bearded, hair tied back. Thirty six and undersexed.
A Pagan Rider. A time bidder. A seller of Sparks.
A friend of to those who cannot defend themselves...
An enemy of liars everywhere...
Just me, I be...
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