RainbowIf you lead me, I will follow you through hell and back again, but only if you lead me.
Your eyes, followed me here.
Your eyes, seamless and sure.
They leave me broken and, in need of a cure.
Your eyes, followed me here.
Your eyes, sifting my soul.
They leave me broken and forge diamonds from the coal.
They race me along
the infinite synapse of white lines.
and then while chasing the dawn
with storybook syntax
Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know.
About myself in this life.
This silhouette lie.
And your eyes, speaking in tongues.
Vigilant still, filling my lungs.
Testing my will.
They leave me broken and, bruised and bleeding.
Your eyes, resting in flame,
Leave me breathless again
Like hydrogen
Split on faultlines
or ten years living with
exposure to radon
Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know.
About myself in this life.
This silhouette lie.
Your eyes, Your eyes.
Speaking in tongues.
Vigilant still, lead our way.
Fillin
Lazzycristinebrown eye,blond hair,cute and naughty girl! Boy shorts! If you were to randomly show up at my apartment, that's what you would find me in. I always walk around in my underwear
Stacie_purvesIm a very easy going person, love to make new friends. I love to laugh, listen to all kinds of music. I am very kind hearted, but please dont mistake my kindness for weakness.
HdriderTHE BIKER'S CODE It used to be that all bikers shared a common bond, an unspoken code of ethics and behavior that transcended words and was built on actions. There was never a bible written on this Biker's Code and there was no need for such. But the times are a-changin' and there seems to be a lot of new riders out there. These days the riders you see blastin' down the road are just as likely to be clad in shorts and sneakers as jeans and engineer boots. And the roughest, toughest-looking biker you pull up next to could be your doctor or lawyer and may be wearin' a Rolex watch under his leathers. There's nothing wrong with that, so long as these new riders learn the Code just as we old-timers did. Being a biker used to be about using your creativity to take a basket case old hawg and using only grit and ingenuity, turning it into a one-of-a-kind eye dazzler, then risking your life on the asphalt on a bike you made yourself out of pride. Bikers wore leather and grease because they knew
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MarcoLove the outdoors, mtn. biking, art, my toys(the hog!), interesting/intelligent conversation, anything Native American, makin money and women. You are all beautiful! Southernly sarcastic by nature and Colorado educated. Miss the Mountains but not the cold and short riding season. Mexico, Texas or Arizona sounds sweat about now (maybe after the MBA's are done). Chat me up, buy me drinks, and enjoy the picts. Later! Marco