Brave Ronald with your big red no… Feed the masses and make their tum… Brave Ronald, bring the children and make them never want to leave give them toys and a playground to…

Hell ever present greedy arms pulling and ripping Hell impatient never waiting

Power, is what most seek Control To have power Is powerful The common Lust for this

Embers of Wrath Long has it been Since the flames ceased to burn Long has it been Since I have felt that warmth

Chivalry is dead So few hold a door for another An Old School man am I I tend to do things in an Old Sch… I give without expectation

Drink Drink to excess, the pain away Have another And another day You’re a bad person

I, the good looking man I do not look until I sense proper time I shred garb with lustful eye— I speak false

Horses run the ground dry Men on their backs, yell with fury… Sword and Pistol in hand Battle—born, they live just to die Combat and bloodshed is their way.

If i went without words I would lack a soul for my soul exists in words in prose of old i express the hidden

These hands, weathered and abused. These hands in place of a women these hands always used. These hands that did fight

The smoke does curl winding through the hoar—frost air Let it fill lung see visions of a night leave and not again appear

Love and madness I have always loved to much For there is such a thing As caring without regard for me This is madness, and it is love.

I would enjoy the eyes of others when i reach success It is something i truly want I want nice things and i want succ… How could I be a man without thes…

Darkness, insipid and ever reachin… Moral questions ever ask, light I… A grey fog, to winters delight. Uncertain path and uncertain time A grey fog, to winters delight.

I stare through the glass shield, and I see the world through it. So very bright and clear, so very near. Alas I can not touch, because the glass shield does endure, shatter it I shoul...