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Riding for Independence

We have been riding for ever so long;
Now our search for our freedom seems to be gone.
We only took; of that which we need;
And we had no tricks; hidden there up our sleeve.

For me it began when the banker came round;
And my daddy's ranch; was burned to the ground.
We were all wanted, with a price on our heads;
And we hoped if they found us, we’d fight till we're dead.

We lived life as outlaws, with weapons at hand;
And if time comes for hanging, we'll die like a man.
But we’re not alone, there are others around;
They're not hard to notice, they’re wearing a frown.

So they're building our gallows, nail by nail;
And we think hard about it, here in this jail.
But we made our choices; and then we got caught;
Yet we lived life as free men, never owned never bought.

From the view out the window, it's people I see;
They're tipping their hats; and smiling at me.
We may be convicted, but we're not disgraced;
And you won't see a tear, running down from our face.
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So they plan to kill us, but our kind will not end;
There's cowboy’s now out there; who'll ride once again.
Me and the boys, we ran out of time;
But there will be others that come down the line.

So To all of you worms; who crawl in the dung;
You'll never stop hearing, the songs that we've sung.
You're hoping to change us, or get rid of us all;
But if we all ride as free men, perhaps you will fall.


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The holy ghost of Invisibility

               

Wrapped up in a blanket; by a fireplace in her mind
Remembering cozy evenings; 0f banquets once so fine.
      Where she held her lover tightly; trying to make it never end;
      But time has left her feeling; that it won’t come back again.
While the sparrows cling to bushes; and the doves hide in the eves;
The flocks go to the sanctuary; to pray there on their knees
       She remembers being a flyer; soaring through the skies;
       But she claims it was so long ago; behind a muffled sigh.
Waken from the day dream; confused she looks around.
A voice floats through the airways; void of any sound;
       But there’s no one there beside her; behind or in the front;
       So she climbs inside her special room; and there begins to hunt.
She’ll probably never find it; and if she did what could it mean;
It simply could be desperate wishes; that come from hopeless dreams


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Good-Bad or Indifferent

                   


Expressions of an emptiness clinging to a limb;
Lovers going places few have ever been.
Relationships reflected on, severed or now gone;
But the drummer never stops his beat and life it must go on.
    Listening to the quite sounds of a secret lesson sent;
    Insisting to remember times that some say came and went.
    Floating in the air one breaths lie words that marked the day;
    And I will always keep them fresh till I’m gone away.


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He's Looking

At first he is struck by her beauty and grace;
But then he is puzzled by the look on her face.
The look that she has says just go away;
Don't bother me now it's not a good day.
  As the look that he sees slowly slips by;
  He thinks he can see her in his minds eye.
  She seems held down by rules that boggle her brain;
  Trapped in a web known as anger and pain.
A beautiful creature locked in a cage;
She stands alone up on a stage.
She touches his heart he wants to reach out;
But too many improprieties hang all about.
  For him to befriend her is a hopeless desire;
  So he stands to watch as she sinks in the mire.
  He knows he can see her but he acts like he don't;
  He wishes he knew her but he knows that he wont.
He's helpless to help her no way to reach out;
Save one simple offer he wished he could shout.
Who ever you are what ever is true;
There is one who noticed, he's looking at you.


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Early New Years

              
Dark hair blowing
In the winds of hot desire
And dark eyes glowing
Like two diamonds filled with fire.
         Dancing to the rhythms;
         Well into the night;
         Nothing taken most was given
         Rocking on till all’s right
Was it accordance?
Or maybe a prelude who’s to know;
But it was certainly fully loaded;
Dangerously speedy but comfortably slow.
           Cocktails at the penthouse;
           Lights down low
           Cat tails swishing
           Nothing left to show


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TODAYS WORLD



People from the suburbs, Bangers in the hood;
Searching for redemption, wishing that they could.
  Cheating on their taxes, stealing from the store;
  Looking to acquire, always wanting more.

Danger on the corner, anger in the air;
Hidden in the shadows, destruction sits and stares.
  Like manipulated robots, not knowing what we do;
  We often buy and sell our souls to pay the demon back his dues.

Corruption known as power, feeds it's self on greed;
While hoping all the while, it's not us on which it feeds.
  Colors on a cloth, of red and white and blue;
  Laundered in the color green, now ugliness shows through.

Where once we were as children, we now seem seniors in a home;
If there comes a time to fight we just might stand alone.
  Nothing seems to matter, perhaps we all should pray;
  For we could all be liable, when comes a judgment day.


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MRS. CATHY NEEDS SNOW

            MRS. CATHY NEEDS SOME SNOW

I called up the thunder; I called up the rain;
I left a message; and gave them your name.
  I left a deposit; at Your Rent to Own;
  As soon as they get some; they'll deliver it home.
I  e mailed the Governor; with request for some snow;
But nobody answered; they're busy you know.
  Frosty the Snowman; says he'll try his best;
  To grant you your wishes; for this special request.
I got in my car; and drove in the dark;
To that special place; where angels do hark.
  I entered the union; of Unity Hall;
  They said they can do it; they'll give you a call.
At Natural Disasters; they all agreed;
They guaranteed me; you'd get what you need.
  I yelled up to Heaven; I asked for the boss;
  St.Peter then told me; for you there's no cost.
Early this morning; was a knock on my door;
Good God it was Elvis; singing let the snow pour.
  Cathy my dearest; worry do not;
  Sweet heart I'm on it, with all that I got.


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Muddy Water Dancing


She pulls the puppets strings; and as he’s jerking all about;
She throws her voice to make him talk, with his face held in a pout.
He forgets that he’s a puppet; while out there on the stage;
The audience is pleased with him; he’s the up and coming rage.

The puppet sings a love song; with the strings he’s made to dance;
He’s made to speak the saddest words; about his lost romance.
Everybody sighs and giggles; but quietly under breath
They know this is a tragedy; they’re waiting for what’s left.

The puppet thinks he’s living; but the puppeteer don’t care;
She controls what’s going on and in this play there is no fair.
Dancing for the devil; he calls this little act;
Existing in a make believe; there’s nothing more than that.

Every night at bed time; the woman gives a smile;
She pokes him with a fingernail recently just filed.
And with a monotone that’s frigid; she says it’s time to hit the sack;
So she opens up her luggage bag; and then she puts him back.


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Hells Design

                   Hells Design
Illicit explicit; sexual attraction
Excited ignited; creating breath contractions
Inquiring inspiring; conceptual abstractions
Revising devising; negative reactions
      Growing flowing; concoctions to beguile
      Evasive persuasive; march in single file
      Conformity repeatedly; strewn about the isle
      Leading pleading; unhappy domicile
Complimentary imagery; designed to spark ones passion
Compulsory adultery; often not in fashion
Illusions delusions; to your heart will fasten
Rationalizing compromising; involuntary actions
       Accumulating formulating; accomplishments ornate
       Devising disguising; the shadow cloak you drape
       Forward bound lost and found; an exit less escape
       Looking round from underground; is he who wears a cape
Insistence resistance; that which you know
Retribution restitution; the lines already show
That stench he'll blow in that hole; will rip you to the soul;
The voice you hear in your ear is you; begging not to go
      He pleasures the treasure; your time has come and went
      Reviewing undoing’s; will be the time you spent
      Destinies irony; too late to take repent
      Eternity’s agony; you made your own torment


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LONG HAIR MUSIC

His freak flag is still out there flying; He never has put it down;
Hope for peace and power to the people; will stay with him; as long as He’s around.

People make remarks about it; and act like they don’t care;
 But he bets some wish it was; those days of flowers and flowing hair.

Everybody’s joining up; with the popular opinions;
And persecuting those who chose; not to live in there dominion.

Is this the new reality; if you wear it you can own it;
Or is reality only that which is; convenient for the moment?

Today He pulled his music out; and played some old time tunes;
Savoy Brown, Electric Flag and the dark side of the moon.

Now here we are with newer days; and we still can’t ban the bomb;
How long before the words “we trust in God” from money will be gone?

Oh yeah He trusts; He trust that Standard oil still pays no taxes;
And when put to the forefront most of us; will claim that all’s well when they ask us.

Then again somebody could wind up dead; stranger things have happened you know.
John's dead so is Bobby, Martin too; and all the witness at the grassy knoll.

Need attention, hell yes; He’s looking for anyone who really is paying attention;
And not too busy living out life’s negative contentions.

Black power, women rule, east side, west side; but we the people; grow pale
  We’re living in a type of matrix telling us not to pass go but go straight to jail.

Oh your pardon, you’ve never been behind bars; bars don’t make the prison you see;
If you take a closer look; you might notice your choices really aren’t that free
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Tell him the answer to this; why are we always making people do things our way;
Does this country really try to liberate; or just make a junior U.S.A.?

I’ll tell you what he thinks; we’re to busy trying to survive to bother with injustices;
He thinks that’s how the bureaucrats want it; and he supposes that’s just how it is.

What are you going to do cry; that don’t help; Get violent, that’s not a good deal;
There isn’t anything to do as far as he can see; so give it a break just keep it real.

We the people aren’t happening anymore; that just isn’t nice thing to face now is it?
Who knows, move to Canada maybe; as far as him hoping though; that He’ll never quit


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