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An incredible find,
this poet.
His work touches me deep
and sets my soul afire with
memories and longing...
And who is Papa G?
Let him tell you . . .
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 unforgiving.
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 a 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.
T'is true,
I know you; as much as a friend can.
Some see me as a 6 foot, 185 lb rider of doom and gloom...
Afraid of the black I wear, like some priest of the night...
Night the equalizer 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 misbehavior.
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 child's 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 life's 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?
The Works and Words of George
Papa "G"
Pagan Rites
The Gift Night
Flite Why I Ride
Forever
Nineteen A February Dream
The 8 Ball Calls
The
Last Dragon The Dragon
Within The
Dragon Dances
all poetry works on
these pages are (c) PAPA"G"
- all rights reserved
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