what does not kill us makes us stronger... but in living ;will we spend life tring to regain that part that died so that we could live?
next time you see a biker in a store or any where else with that far away stare. instead of tellin your kid look at that coced out biker try teelin the kid to go ask him/her what war they in that caused that stare. or tell the kid if if wheren't for people like that you would be able to live you perfect little life in ignorance of the blood it take to keep it. so next time you see a biker try sayin hi instead of being terrifed. you just might be surprised there's a real person under tha leather, tattoos, and scars. and just maybe on the way home you won't be the cause of one of us dyin on the way home.
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What the hell is coced?
And I think you bikers would be surprised at how many people actually aren't afraid of you and really don't care if your vehicle has two wheels.
On second thought, why would anyone care why someone has a far away stare? Would you go ask a jogger why they have a far away stare? No. It's none of your business.
if insanity is repeating the same actoin and expecting different result what's the point in trying? it thinks learned is some thing from every failure. if only eyes are open to it. it longs to find the thread back to a once more serene (sp) existance. for no matter how far it runs the one it can't avoid is the one behind his eyes in the mirror. too close, too cold , too wanting to come back out. with every failure control is learned. mostly of what triggered its rise and release this time. without knowledge of how to control it the man don't stand a chance, ever. it will always be too predominant. this is unacceptable if he will ever find out how thw other half dies; yes, dies. so on will go the razor dance until the fall. and come it knows it will. how deep the coming cut will be only the gods know.
a dark , enlightened one thus came to be. lonely soul forever it wonders will it be. it know what it has become and that which it can be. it has realized again who it really is and who it can be. it wanders among them alone , wondering if they will let it be. for not they know,yes, it can be what their small minds see. it won't let them close to see who and how it can really be. it found ,it thinks, a light to make it see. it thinks not a mistake this time, but the one that is meant to be.this time is it healed enough to let it be. or again a darkness come out to destroy it and what it tried to be. on its mind a question will always be. is love the thing, the thing srong enough to set it free? for some where deep this is what it still believes. love will quell the beast and let the man be freed.
imagine this: push yourself to the edge...now beyond let yourself be driven to madness...now beyond turn yourself into more animal than man...now beyond trian yourself to hunt the mos dangerous animal on the planet---man. hone your skill to a razor's edge. now live it for years the hardest part comes now... they tell you to just forget it all. all of the training, all of the life you've lead for years. they tell you go back to society and live a normal life. welcome to a mind twisted by being in a combat situatio tooo long. twisted even more by being caged for doing what it was taught. and now it walks among you all. never ending battle with its self control. it's desire for blood. its desire to kill for the sport and pleasure of it. or worse out of pure reflex. now itwalks among you all......
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