Outlaws Poems - Poems about Outlaws

The best artists are outlaws Vandalizing our sanctity, Our sanctimonious freight trains, Our parsimonious neglect. The best artists are culprits Chiseling our school desks, Scraping our bathroom stalls, Doodling our notebooks. Graffiti spray paints the struggle, Scribbling defaces the pretense, Defilement arrests the complacent, Disfigurement sullies the platitude. Defacers embody the dialectic, The opposition to conformity, The betrayal of uniformity, The rebellion against authority. The best artists are pariahs, Trashing our temples, Tossing...

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HIS THUMB HELD OUT ON THE MIDDLE OF AN EMPTY ROAD HE CAN'T STOP SWEATIN, THE SUN BEATS DOWN HE TAKES TO HIS HEALS WITHOUT LOOKIN AROUND HE LIGHTS A CIGARETTE CAUSE IT SEEMS HE'S GOT NOWHERE TO GO HE'S WALKED A COUPLE OF MILES WHEN SHE'S PASSIN HIM BY TIRES SQUEAL IN A CLOUD OF DUST, SHE REVS HER...

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Historical Outlaws What, are you talking about? I am saying that we have a past. It is full of guns, and law, and law breakers. It is full of heroes and villains and homemakers. We are America(s). We stand up, we do not sit down. We kneel for God, and rise to defeat injustice. The base of...

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A length of knots makes crooked necks That's bound by ropes to gallows Tied by lore and judges hands And braided by deeds of fellows And though the graves of many knaves have gone unmarked with cruel intent Their kin be sworn, with devils scorn That they will not soon forget...

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Two is company Three a crowd A and B call the shots I'll C my way out I've become a nuisance With the key to their heart A knee high fence Setting them apart They clear with ease The top of my Hurdle I'm just a disease A bothersome girdle I gave them a boy Adopted their man Then a girl brought joy They don't understand They dote on...

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There is a bounty for our hearts Luv, gold and fame for the flat riders who dare lower our flame seeking to steal our fortune of raw carnal currency, our soul gold, Love's law has decreed our passion a sedition against tradition, a violation of virtue, a willful act of feral freedom, unauthorized love prize, the old and ossified Judges...

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WE WERE JUST KIDS WHEN WE STARTED OUR DESTINY,IN A WORLD GOING TO HELL. WE BECAME WHAT WE WERE MEANT TO BE,WE NEVER COULD GO BACK TO WHAT WE WERE BEFORE IT ALL BEGAN,WE HAD FRIENDS FOR COWARDS,KEPT TRYING TO TURN US IN FOR MONEY,CAN'T YOU SEE THEY WERE NO GOOD AT ALL,WE WERE MEN IN...

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Each day in Tombstone as tourists watch The OK Corral gunfight plays out Reenactments staged by the locals The Earps always prevail in this bout Saunter down to the Bird Cage Theater Now a museum in this Old West town Actors aren’t needed to play roles The original cast is still around Sixteen gunfights caused 26 deaths Poker players who were dealt bad hands Tourists...

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Justice has become a farce in the land of make believe We were taught when we were kids never to deceive Judges are appointed that even a snake would loath They believe it is acceptable to tell lies under oath Liberals and lawyers have destroyed the law somehow We who believe in justice are the outlaws now The criminals are living...

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Come and sit here by the fire Watch the flickering firelight Let me touch your lips with mine Will you keep me warm tonight I've been here reminiscing Just feeling kind of sad Wondering why angels love outlaws And all the times we had We've been through Hell together Feeling the pleasure and the pain Stood side by side against the world In the sunshine...

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There was derelict old Steam engine, I played on when I was ten, I'd hear that lonesome whistle blow, and the old west would live again, I rode with Billy Miner's gang, To rob The CPR, Climbed onboard that rusty engine, hollering "Shorty, check the baggage car!" I wonder if the ghost of ol' Bill Miner, ever watched...

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