Desperado – beyond the lines of belief
What patchy rogue rejects the rule of blue,
This cosmic quilt of fragments casting shades,
Who shreds the fabric of the known and true,
And weaves a trail of riddles with furtive braids?
What patchwork seeker chases the fringe of light,
This maverick with a veil for a face,
Who scans the void for clues for a flight,
To realms beyond the grasp of time and space?
Oh! this patchy dreamer is a spark,
A glimpse of selves in altered skins,
And a call to kindle the new and the dark,
With hues that mirror our desires for sins.
Possibly the patchy pundit probes a line,
A stroke from the art to the eye,
To blur what we see and redefine,
The borders of the land with the soaring sky.
Categories:
desperado, courage, destiny, motivation, sensual,
Form: Rhyme
Feeling of desire come out at night
He lay his head beside her
No Knowledge to her dreams somehow he’s lost sight
She feels the need to confide in
But no words come out right
Wanting to tell him how she yearns for his Body
Like a child screaming in the night
Sleepless becomes a routine
Not one thing is right
it seems his touch
Out of thought and out of sight
That Beauty she once seen inside her
When he loved without cause
This burning sense of desire
Turned into a Desperado Love
Written by Danielle Jade
Categories:
desperado, 2nd grade, beauty, desire,
Form: Rhyme
The frigid night releases Desperado
who slides between the sheets.
Ever-so-slowly she glides her toes
toward her lover who snores & sleeps.
The rise & fall of his sinewy chest
gives courage to her plan -
which is to snuggle ever-so-close
to the heat rolling off her man.
If her mission is successful
and temptation can be tamed;
frozen feet, ever-so-cold
will thaw and live again.
So, stealthily, silently slides her toe
in search of its chosen need.
While unsuspecting Romeo
lies in slumber’s sweet flower & weed.
Under the covers in darkness
Desperado surrounds her foe.
Both love and hate beguile her
as she tries not-too-far to go.
Those feet on that sightless journey
do find the prize they seek.
And ever-so-greedy they scurry
to the source of that slumbering heat.
A VOICE EVER-LOUD in the darkness
SHATTERS the still of the night.
Desperado’s frozen caresses
have given him such-of-a-fright !
. . . . ! . . .(pause). . . . ! . . . .
After a time there is slumber.
The oh!-so-frigid will go.
Once again he lies snoring & sleeping.
as he snuggles his Desperado.
Categories:
desperado, adventure, desire, funny love,
Form: Rhyme
...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song
'The Road Goes On Forever'
Flyin' high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leakin' oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputterin', it starts to boil.
Up ahead a service station,
gotta get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
cigs and chew will do the trick.
Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.
He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rearview,
blows a tire and fits the spare.
Evenin' comes, it starts to rainin',
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!
Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.
North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doin' ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!
He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.
Categories:
desperado, adventure,
Form: Quatrain
...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song
'The Road Goes On Forever'
Flying high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leaking oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputtering, it starts to boil.
Up ahead a service station,
gotta get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
cigs and chew will do the trick.
Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.
He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rear view,
blows a tire and fits the spare.
Evening comes, it starts to raining,
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!
Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.
North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doing ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!
He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.
Categories:
desperado, adventure,
Form: Verse
...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song
'The Road Goes On Forever'
Flying high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leaking oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputtering, it starts to boil.
Up ahead a service station,
got to get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
smokes and chew will do the trick.
Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.
He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rear view,
blows a tire and fits the spare.
Evening comes, it starts to raining,
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!
Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.
North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doing ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!
He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.
Categories:
desperado, adventure,
Form: Quatrain
...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song
'The Road Goes On Forever'
Flying high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leaking oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputtering, it starts to boil.
Up ahead a service station,
got to get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
cigs and chew will do the trick.
Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.
He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rear view,
blows a tire and fits the spare.
Evening comes, it starts to raining,
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!
Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.
North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doing ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!
He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.
Categories:
desperado, adventure,
Form: Quatrain
I, the one who weeps when the world is unreachable
I, the one who's always asking for freedom
I, the one who's trapped in the cage I create
Dying.
Have I not the power to live and to love?
Have I not the misery of mystic happiness?
My soul is floating in the deepest sacrifice;
Have no home for placing my heart.
What say I then?
That the pain is anything ?
Or which is offered in sacrifice is to feel this pain?
My life must run its course.
Lying on the altar of death revelation,
Crowned by Satan's bride,
Saying no words . . .Survive no more.
Sealed by desperate spirit,
I became bond, no mark at all.
Disappear . . . part . . . and part.
I am done.
Categories:
desperado, depression, feelings, heart, pain,
Form: Blank verse
...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song
'The Road Goes On Forever'
Flyin' high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leakin' oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputterin', it starts to boil.
Up ahead a service station,
gotta get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
cigs and chew will do the trick.
Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.
He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rearview,
blows a tire and fits the spare.
Evenin' comes, it starts to rainin',
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!
Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.
North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doin' ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!
He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.
Categories:
desperado, adventure,
Form: Quatrain
a cocky young shooter called Bill
believed no one could rival his skill
alas it was liquor
that proved to be quicker
as they loaded him off to boot hill.
Categories:
desperado, funeral
Form: Limerick
An aimless desperado
A cowboy dressed in black
Leaving a trail behind you
And never looking back
Spurred on by inner longing
A drive that keeps you strong
No ties that you can cling to
When the night is long
Unforgiving days of desert heat
No water to quench your thirst
Nothing that will hold you
Till you exercise that curse
Searching, never finding
And still the trail leads on
A duel between the heart and mind
A fight that won’t be won
Categories:
desperado, cowboy-western
Form: Verse
...inspired by the Robert Earl Keen Jr song
'The Road Goes On Forever'
Flyin' high thru south west Texas
black Camaro's leakin' oil,
radiator needs attention,
sputterin', it starts to boil.
Up ahead a service station,
gotta get attention quick,
a fast mechanic and a twelve pack,
cigs and chew will do the trick.
Curt's his name, his disposition,
mean, and dangerous to boot,
he robbed a bank in Amarillo,
teller there he had to shoot.
He doesn't know the teller made it,
thinks he's headed for the Chair,
guns the Chevy, checks the rearview,
blows a tire and fits the spare.
Evenin' comes, it starts to rainin',
visibility is bad,
seven beers, he feels some comfort,
wildest time he's ever had!
Heading southward to the border,
up to speed, he's almost there,
no sign of lawmen in his mirror,
no restrictions anywhere.
North of Shafter there's a roadblock,
troopers out in full array,
he floors the pedal, doin' ninety,
they're not gonna block his way!
He slams a cruiser at full measure,
they are stationed full three deep,
a fiery heap of molten metal,
none to grieve and none to weep.
Categories:
desperado, death
Form: Quatrain
They slaughtered the icon in captivity
as an act of mercy.
To know the secret of madness
why people were falling on knees ?
Outside a small narrative will give
creased excuses. The spilled blood
always instigates to drink from the fountain head
of sweet revenge.
A promise has to be fulfilled.
Death has seen the door,
it will come again.
On this day the maniacs, bipolars and schizophreniacs
will celebrate the independence day
and show their trophies of dried skulls.
Now the time has come.
Everybody wants to commit suicide
to become a saint.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
desperado, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?
I’m
really
desperate
to please my heart
than anyone else;
I seem appear so near
but you are too blind to see
what my eyes can not tell, so I
now sleep in your illusive kisses-
for this pulsating mind o’ mine to rest.
Categories:
desperado, girlfriend-boyfriend, love,
Form: Etheree
The things that time can do to me; so different am I now;
Time has put me on my knees; and left me asking how.
Long ago I took to flight; like a rocket to the sky;
Now death and caution holds me back; no longer do I fly.
The things that time has done to me; as I rehearse my closing act;
Today my future’s overshadowed; by the weight that’s on my back.
Too late to start all over; but it’s never time to quit;
It seems that all there is to do; is expend my comic whit.
The thing that time now does to me; leaves me wondering why;
Why is it when I call to it; options pass me by.
Desolation is not prevalent; escape can always come;
Even time might look away; it’s then I’ll break and run.
Categories:
desperado, imagination, introspection, time, me,
Form: Couplet
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