Submissions by Keithonceton

Lost in the shadows, an outcast in the night.
A lone madman, a beat sight.
Been tread on for too long, curled up like a rattlesnake, ready to strike;
Venom boils in my veins.
In need of a fast machine, to blast past the pain.
Eager for the dawn, awaiting the sun.
Just another rebel on the run.

To live, what an unnatural thing to do.
Most just exist.
They don't know how to be free, thinking they have roots like a tree.  
Going nowhere, breathing the same air, each and every day.
They don't groove, just mindlessly move to the same tune that always plays.
They may last longer than we: we rowdy crew of pirates who live dangerous and free.
But we will out live them, I promise thee.
A merry life and a short one, so my motto shall be.

All I long to do is move about like the wind,
Leaving behind only my ghost to haunt the streets of Babylon.
Like a lost son of Geronimo, with his renegade band of bones; I search the American cosmos for a wild tomorrow.