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Jesse Evans and The Boys earned much notoriety
during the old west's most untamed and wild history.
Raiding resturants and salloons they would drink and eat for free.
"Chalk it up!" they'd say to all of the merchants before they'd leave,
and riding along with them was one William H Bonney,
known as William Antrim formerly
and speaking Spanish fluently.
Three months earlier he was but a young boy of fifteen,
orphaned, scared, alone and in desperate need.
Now he was holding his own among outlaw killers and theives.
Such a feat for a small young boy of his stature wasn't easily achieved.
He was a prime target for this dangerous gang of thug bullies
who would often abuse him, make fun of and tease.
The kid was forced to face a very hard reality.
He could just take it and be miserable, or he could leave,
or show them all that he was a force to be respected and taken seriously.
He began practicing his shooting skills regularly,
hitting his target everytime and with lightening speed.
On his horse he would shoot at anything and everything,
whether he was stationary or whether he was moving
from every single possible concievable position
and always hit his target with such accurate precision.
Once for fun one outlaw shot the kid's hat off of his head.
The kid returned fire shooting the hat off of the outlaw's head.
Holding his pistol trained on his intended, the kid coldly said,
"I could kill you right now. I could kill you dead,
but I'm hungry and I would rather eat instead."
The kid returned to his meal and nothing more was done or said.
His message was crystal clear; Respect Me Or You're Dead
and from that moment on, respect him they all did.
Jesse Evans and The Boys now all took very seriously this Billy, this kid.
A Special Dark Run
A Pile of Fetty For Fun
Crystal Natures and a Ton of Bad Jokes
I said it all but thats not all I had to Say poke.
I had To Stay broke Huh.
To see how rich the fix is
I had a simple Plan
Purely Intrinsic Huh
In consequence
Of course the relay of course
The Bang we play
Got me wondering about my biscuits
Ima silly hammer
Hambone Scammers and schemers
Bad mamma jamma spree planners
Sagittarius and wee little
Stars that twinkle in the night sky
A good reason why we keep
Walking why don’t you knock
Stand around awhile and talk
Signal them and chalk it up to the sidewalk
Sitting here checking out the rocks in the concrete
Little River stone
Im sitting here tripping, Not always alone
Who the are we missing
Lets go back and get em
Before we go to the next show
My Buddy was walking down the rd
Though the blacktop and dirty socks
Though the mad talk
And 333 packages of pop rocks
666 broken pipes
I needed some more last night
I needed a reason
To leave I needed
Some time to rethink
To think again
I need to survive
I need someone to
Rely on to relay with
To replay the day for forget about the
Weight we carry the way we barely
Notice
Im sure im a sex fiend and there
No way to come clean
There no way billy jean
Is not my lover
You know it takes a special lever
With hands of pure gold
With a spirit that sparkles like diamonds
Prolly for my own lust
Prolly a hundred times I tried not luck
But on the hundred and first time
I scored a critical hit
On the first of whenever
Your first check clears
The lever thrown.
What is love, can anyone explain it
Is it something you can buy at the store
If you could, how much would it cost
Would it have a lifetime guarantee
What? No guarantee?
What if it breaks down within a short period of time
Well... you're just poop outta luck I'm afraid
But what if you just spent a pile of dough on a diamond ring
Just chalk it up to experience!
That doesn't sound like too good a deal to me
Aw just give it a shot... what could you lose
Not sure! Had my heart broken before
Took me years to get over it
You only get to go around once
Go for the gusto, grab the brass ring
Put your money where your mouth is and all that stuff
Whatcha got to lose!
© Jack Ellison 2014
My anger has a limit, when I expense my valued time. I mean, appointments were made & confirmed, then upon arrival, cancelled...with little reason or rhyme.
Now my effort taken wasn't simple, as it involved a complex route. Such
as a bus, the train, & then some dense urban forest along this lengthy
commute.
You might imagine my frustration, when on arrival, I'm told
they can't help. As they chalk it up to a computer error, so
what can I do, go complain on Yelp.
Now of course first, I must reverse my trip, through the urban jungle,
to the train and finally the bus. While I search for some kind of remedy,
where I can scream & shout, and probably cuss.
I know eventually I'll calm down, and try to find some equitable recourse. Such
that my time and effort aren't forgotten, and I won't have to call in the big guns
and airforce.
What is love, can anyone explain it?
Is it something you can buy at the store?
If you could, how much would it cost?
Would it have a lifetime guarantee
What? No guarantee?
What if it breaks down within a short period of time
Well... you're just outta luck I'm afraid
But what if you just spent a pile of dough on a diamond ring
Just chalk it up to experience!
That doesn't sound like too good a deal to me
Aww just give it a shot... what could you lose
Not sure! Had my heart broken before
Took me years to get over it
You only get to go around once
Go for the gusto, grab the brass ring
Put your money where your mouth is and all that stuff
Whatcha got to lose!
I rebuke, false claims that your soul is evil
I mean, after all, we’re only people
You’ve lived through storms, when I was dry
We’re not quite equal, you and I
Even if we were born, exactly the same
Our different paths, would surly change
The way we perceive and how we feel
What we believe and how we deal
I’m blessed that I can see both sides
I’m always one to sympathize
But your tunnel vision, is quite a shame
I’m becoming weak from all the blame
So, though, I see good in your soul
And crushing me, may make you whole
I can’t quite rid this stark resentment
Or chalk it up, to, “we’re just different”
I’m submissive and kind, but I’m not weak
The time has come, I’m forced to speak
You’re degrading remarks have crossed the line
In fact, they’ve crossed it, many times
I can’t just bear, your cruel behavior
I see your pain, but I’m not your savior
Your dimming my light and killing me slow
I should have stopped you, long ago
By design it was supposed to keep
couples together, threw prayer and
communication it was designed to
make everything better, but what
good are those vows if you're not
equally standing on that solid rock,
what good is a promise if one
person decided their belief in the
father should so suddenly stop, and
that ship that was once docked by
that everlasting covenant, that love
just sailed away slowly but surely all
of a sudden, whether single in Christ
or married to a wife, there is no
relaxation nobody has the right to
say What's right when you never
asked them what was wrong, call it
an assault charge not physically but
you did em emotional & spiritual
harm, I mean who gets married not
wanting that happily ever after,
which was once a best selling book
turns into a dreadful chapter or
should've and would've chalk it up
to regrets, or a list you should've
kept but there's no blueprint for this
no matter how much you follow
them steps, it's like a scary movie
now but don't look away on them
horror scenes that might just be
what'll save you change you, I been
there done it emotionally I been
maimed too but who's to blame
you? That's right when you don't
look to the father you suffer
misdirection and this is a life
changing decision America's view on
marriage is such a misconception,
it's actually a blessing when it's
done right and founded on hope,
turn that negative into a positive
hold on to that three strand rope.
Indigo moods within my chest
Not choosing foods like chicken breast
I’m gently beginning vegetarians quest
And I’m pretty hungry I must confess
I still eat butter I still eat cheese
So I’m not exactly following lead
Of strict vegans who’d turn up nose
Because I haven’t let dairy go
Now I do enjoy almond milk
The taste of cows milk makes me ill
Maybe it’s ok in bread or cake
But for cereal almond milk is the way
When I think of my daily meal
I avoid how slaughtered animals feel
Chalk it up to nature and green needs
Ignoring the facts of animal cruelty
My monk friend is a vegetarian who
Even prays for people and animals too
I don’t think I’m as strong as she
But bit by bit I’m changing how I eat
Has your doctor ever treated you
When wearing robes a’flowing,
Gently laying hands while all around
There’s light that’s brightly glowing?
That depiction sounds more biblical
Than hospital-type care.
To post a picture of himself,
Like that, just one would dare.
Now I am not a Christian, but
That image does offend.
How can true believers ever
Such idolatry defend?
But chalk it up to just another
Way to lose more hope,
Right alongside the insulting,
Made in public, of the Pope.
The bar can’t drop much lower
As the world can only mock
Words and actions of one so deranged
We can’t absorb the shock.
Speaking and living off experience, what I've experienced goes against what I know, like I should take it slow, slow down my emotions I'm soaking in love because I love that feeling, but the cards I been dealing is sort of like the cards I been dealt. I sink head first instead of just taking it slow, so I end up with a lot of deleted numbers, text messages, and burned pictures Yeah I'm filled with love but still I'm drowning in this pitcher I drink from. Painting perfect pictures with my imperfect hands, Yeah I what this and I really need that look at my check list can I really give it back. I'll admit it sometimes I'm double minded but I put away those thoughts like never mind it, trying to align it with what I would like to call Ms. Right, there's no such thing most people change overnight, so in light of my new discovery having the rug pulled right from under me I hate this feeling so I go back to the drawing board, write a new blueprint that's fits me fundamentally and hopefully to find someone that I'm mentally spiritually & emotionally compatible with, story of my life right I guess I'll just dismantle it again. There's no rush I know chalk it up to me always getting so caught up ready to give my all it's amazing this heart of mine isn't tore up, but I guess with every short story I have more to tell than actually show, it's hard to take your own advice sometimes, but I gotta stay meek with the next one and just take it slow.