| If you don't know, I can't explain it! How can I begin to explain the feeling of the ride? The companionship of brothers, riding side by side The pure delicious scent of freedom in the wind Coupled with the raging power crouched between your shins There is no sweeter pleasure, in life to be had No virgin flesh nor evil powder can make you feel this glad Not every man can feel it, most don't have the stones to put it out there on the street, on the outside all alone They'd rather sit there in their cage, airbags front and side Than grab the highway with both hands and take it for that ride That's their choice and that's their loss, to lock themselves inside They'll never know the joy and sweet freedom of the ride |
| Poetry by Gary St. Pierre |
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" Mind Trip Revisited" Close your eyes and drift away Just let me take the lead We'll fly beyond those prison walls Our minds can fly warp speed We'll be out on the highway Faces to the wind The Harley's throaty rumble raises goosebumps on my skin We could ride like this forever Gotta see what's 'round the bend Highway stretching to the distance A road trip that never ends Road houses along the highway Stocked with long legged blondes and beer Anytime we feel the urge to play We can just pull in here So come along my brother There is so much more to see We'll get lost in the adventure 'Cause you see, your mind's still free! I hope these poems give you a few moments of entertainment. I know those are few and far between when you're inside. Gary St. Pierre |
| SHE WHO WAITS Waking in the morning My eyes first seek your face Not finding you, my spirit falls Another empty space Like echoes in an empty house My thoughts bounce back to me Cold and lonely is my world Until you are set free I stumble through the lonely days No more than half alive My other half is missing I wonder why I strive To make it through these wretched days That cause me so much pain Pain that runs through every moment 'Til you come home again |
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| SCOOTER TRAMP Every town he's ridden through. Every brand new place. Every woman that he's loved, is written on his face. The lines that you'll find graven there show he's laughed more than he's frowned. In a life lived on the highway, as he's roamed from town to town. His travels keep him poor, but there's friends in every state, and if he can find a shower. He can always find a date. The ladies just love bikers. Its the same in every town. He aint pretty, but there's something. So they rarely turn him down. He's a real American legend. Though he'd laugh to hear it said. There's a piece of him in all our hearts, and we'll be poorer when he's dead! |
| REDNECK GIRL She's definitely a redneck girl, out looking for a thrill. Out to rock some bikers world. The way she looks, she will. She wants a man who's big and bad. One of the "leather" set. A beard some muscles and tattoos just makes her panties wet. She struts and poses on the street each time a hog rolls past. Bending down to smooth a stocking shows off that shapely ass. She spots the man she's looking for as he pulls off to the side. She climbs up close behind him. Whispers "Baby, I need a ride!" She'll take him home and blow his mind. As well as other parts. Then lay there with a sleepy smile, as she hears that Harley start. Gary St. Pierre |
| Sad Puppy A house that rang with laughter, is silent as a tomb. But for a puppy's footsteps that pad from room to room. Wondering where his master is, and the lady too. He casts accusing eyes at me. Asking about you How do I make him understand that you can't come home? Why, when I go off to work, he has to stay alone. He only knows he's lonely. Just like I'm lonely too. We'll stay and watch the hours pass, until we welcome you. Back home, right where you belong. Back to your family. For now we'll try to be strong, until you are set free. |
| HIGHWAY SONG Iron and flesh bake in the sun. Pipes roar and motors run. Wind cooled faces, shades on their eyes. Power hums between levi'd thighs. Highway stretches far ahead. Adventure beckons and they are led. To leave their homes and familiar streets. The great unknown can be so sweet. It calls to them and draws them on. Heard in the heart, is the highways song. |
| NO WAY FOR A GOOD MAN TO GO DOWN! Three shots shatter the darkness of a California night. A brother bleeds his life away while the cops concoct a fight. Because he was a biker and drunk he lost his tact. Their fear and hate exploded, they dropped him in his tracks Of course there'll be an inquest. The shooter will shuffle and cough. The Judge will look real somber. The whole time he lets him off. We've all seen it happen, its the same time after time. If you're a one percenter, your life aint worth a dime. If you come to their attention, its guaranteed your going to fall. You know they won't be satisfied until they've killed us all! Gary St. Pierre |
| The Brotherhood of Two Wheels From: Gary St. Pierre You can hear the thunder rumble from a couple miles away. Coming closer, getting louder, yup, the boys are out to play. You can see the sunlight flashing, on mirrored shades and chrome. Grinning big, from ear to ear. Tonight they won't be going home. Cruisin' down the highway. Racking up the miles. Just the smell of freedom is enough to make 'em smile. Looking for adventure. Its waiting 'round the bend. A girl, a drink, a drunken brawl, or maybe just a friend. Possibilities are endless. Not knowing's half the fun. With your brothers right beside you. One for all and all for one! |
| Knight on an Iron Horse Who you wouldn't want to find. He looks like Hell on wheels. An statement comes to mind. That one about dark alleys and who you wouldn't to find. The impression's not entirely false, he's rowdy and he's tough. Harass him or his people, you'll get your ass kicked sure enough. But show him some respect and offer him your hand. A better friend you couldn't get. Beside you he will stand. Through thick and thin, good times and bad. Through times of laughter and times real sad. He's true of heart, a noble soul. You can trust him with your life or your bankroll. |
| MOTOR-PSYCHO (The Ballad of the double Y chromosome) He's roaring down the highway, throttle open wide. Is that a smile or a snarl? Road rage personified! They're scrambling for the shoulder just to get out of his way. When the red and blue lights flash, he just thinks its time to play. Addicted to adrenalin, he can't help the way he's made. He lives way out there on the edge. He knows no other way. If you let him ride into your life, there'll be a price to pay. Just when you think you know him, he'll up and ride away. But if he says "I've got your back". There's no need to turn your head. The only way they'll get to you is if he's stone cold dead. So offer him your hand. He'll be a worthy friend. But be prepared for tears. He's destined for a bad end |
| HIS OL' LADY Friends and relatives tell her to get on with her life. Just leave that tramp behind. Find a man who needs a wife. But she just carries on, she writes him every day. She visits any time she can. He knows she's gonna stay. She'll be there for the man, no matter how long it takes. The thought of life without him is enough to make her shake. She's the rock he stands on. His anchor in the storm. At night, there, in his prison dreams, he's in her arms so warm. A biker "Ol' Lady's" something else, truly a breed apart. She has no match in loyalty. She loves with all her heart. Willa, K.O., and Jake you are an inspiration to me and to us all! |
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