I am Papa, one who rides alone, upon lanes of asphalt dreams... A sire,
and lover of blond haired boys 3... Within my world of rage, and unknown
Gods, I ride side by side with the lonely, and the unforgiven. Around the
fire, that is my cyber world
I remember rides of truths; of poems past... Leaning against a painted pony
of perfect pedigree, an old friend named Keats, a young sled is he, but
Vulcan still beats... Old, I am, a soul so old, I be I am I will always
be... Tattoo's and scars, like
road map, confuse the eyes as to my true beauty. Sins of the past, old
addictions, battles of youth all just memories for the page. Write them I
try, but sweet words mostly fail me... My words sometimes blue. Pagan
values will out. In Caesar’s world
live, Yet Karma still reigns. Tis true, I know you; as much as a friend can.

Some see me as a 6 foot, 185 lbs. rider of doom and gloom...
Afraid of the black I wear, like some priest of the night...
Night the equaliser of the fair of form. Judged by Christians, armed with stones to throw,
I speak of Gods a Plenty, with love at the ready...
Well the sin free may hate me, but ya know I like me.
I see me, as a bard upon a steed of steel, an iron horse cowboy
alone and searching. The Gods found, now time for her...
My moods like my life, change. Lies are hated here.
Disrespect punished. Fannies spanked for misbehaviour.
Yes, I drink beer. Days of lines of white all gone,
demons no longer rule...

When I ride, you ride...
When you smile at a stranger,
you ride with me...
When you cry at an unknown childs pain,
you ride with me...
When you see the Gods in the sunsets,
you ride with me...
Time we will bide...
Together we will face lifes dangers...
Riding alone no longer in the rain...
On all this you can bet
for when I ride
you ride with me...
So let it be...


Will you ride with me?