Submissions by blood4blood6975

I was not like most were
As a child
For I have long endure such blistering
Summers
That left me so haunted
by a kiss of past winter.
For as a child I hate the summer air
For all seem to alive
so fake

Thou when winter came such
Beautiful elegies of savagery and eloquences
of winter
came to be
I recall the time of my youth
Chasing the bitter winter winds
Of the Rocky Mountains
From valley to valley
From hill top to hill top
From dusk to dawn
And dawn to dusk.
Such days were golden
Such nights were vivid...

Ones  wounds are one’s own
Not yours to hold
Thou one might pray to the Gods
Old and new that you might
Be able to taste the wine
In which now
ones life is ruled by

So simple thoughts
Not so simple anymore
Where the echoes of one’s past
Shatters the hearts of those unknown
such revelations unknown to men  
What symbol a word most used by them
Now an empty void of destruction

The cuts are deep
The scars deep
much like a valley
One can only hope
That the midnight rider
Will sing one a song
That might...