Waiting at the window
In the upper floor red brick
Through glaze oxidized opaquely
With grime that has grown thick
From eary day she
arrives at post
The arc begun at easternmost
She watches the light progress
At noon she dines a simple meal
that to her holds no real appeal
Around she moves it on her plate
And soon is quite the mess
Throughout her vigil ever she crept
This guardianess
Who seldom slept
Yet dreams of his return a dream to her heart she's kept
Pretending to be different, pretending to even care
Pretending to be what you are not lies within your stare
Sad to see how unhealthy a life being lived this way
Sad to see how uncharacteristically the Saint you portray
Selfishly to only be something other than what you are
Selfishly to only be your own little shining star
Carelessly you choose not to see the truth in what you feel
Carelessly you choose to be a punisher rather than heal
Intending to be what the liar you intend to be
Intending to be everyones silent enemy
Sad to see the misery that you so desperately need
Sad to see indifferently the knife pierce as your blood bleeds
bmdavey@10/04/2022
Vigilante Tongue
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
It oft returned,
To a world of familiarization,
Screaming and shouting;
Relying on speech
That can ne’er be recalled;
Intent, vociferous words once latched in,
Now spent, are as grave markers
Set all in a course,
That appears cast in stone;
An inglorious lasting legacy;
A vigilante cop ended crime no matter what it took.
He produced phony evidence to put away the crooks.
He would also shoot criminals and make it look like self defense.
Criminals in his town wound up being referred to in the past tense.
He put a knife in a kidnapper's hand after he shot him in the head.
Then he laughed hysterically and said he was glad that he was dead.
But one day he made a mistake when he shot someone in the back.
This time he couldn't say that the criminal was the first to attack.
His punishment pleased some people but others thought it was unfair.
There's nothing dirtier than a corrupt cop and he got the electric chair.
He was a vigilante cop who eventually had to pay for his sins.
He was a disgrace to his badge and he'll never frame or shoot anybody again.
The Vigilante Man
Chris is not a thug
Chris don’t do drugs
Chris helps people
Chris beats up and arrest corrupt cops
Chris stops them from banging
Chris stops them from slanging
Chris is on the top
Chris don’t stop
Chris is cool as Ned Kelly
Corrupt cops are stupid fools
Chris is like Batman
Chris loves Catwoman
Chris brings crooked cops to justice.
Chris is not a slayer of kill
Chris is the layer of all actions
He’s not a player
He’s not a pimp
He’s not a wimp
He’s not in a gang
He don’t bang
He don’t dope slang
He is the Vigilante Man of justice and peace.
"That is him, he did it I tell you"
"I got the rope, take him to the Oak tree"
An angry mob wants justice for the one that they lost"
Most likely, an guilty agitator stirring up the stew
Blind with anger and not on of them can see
Maybe an innocent scapegoat will pay the cost
We see all these malitas pop up, even on the Mexican border
A lot of loose cannons, fighting for a cause
Or just old pot bellies with a .45, looking for attention
Going to over throw the government, re-store law and order
"By God, get her back to the way she was"
Without any common sense, much less any direction
Taking the law into their own hands
Just hang someone so they can get justice
But maybe it is so to get the crowd to look the other way
Once a peaceful crowd, now murdering bands
"Oh it is him I tell you, just trust us"
"We are burning daylight, just do what I say"
This is the case, "two wrong don't make a right"
Most always the guilty dog will bark the loudest"
Pin the tail on the donkey and if the shoe fits, wear it
In time, the truth will shed it's light
The guilty, until caught most always will act the proudest
For vigilante justice, personally I have no use for it
Kicking up the dust in a rhythm of villainy
Doesn’t justify the hero within.
With the end of my finger,
I created this wasteland for the better.
The wind brings my composure
To the edge of reason.
Every grain of sand and bit of dust
Blown across my face
Reminds me of the tear drops
And how quickly I had to wipe them away.
This city was on top of things.
They just got too greedy.
Ringing bells, raising hell,
Turning the world upside down
So they can fly with golden parachutes.
My revolver is warm, the heat is justified.
I had to do what I had to do.
Roll out the barrel and we'll have a barrel of fun
I would it enjoy it more, if it were 2 barrels from a gun
Shooting a drug dealer, child stealer or a wife beater
This would bring a peak to my entertainment meter
I want to wipe the surface clean from all that is bad
The injustices of good people done wrong is what makes me mad
So I say why ask why
Let's hand them a sentence of a short piece of rope, a tall tree and let them hang
high and dry
Let's put those on death row in a pool for a swim
Hook the battery cables to 10,000 volts and throw them in
Don't look at me, I'm not disturbed
I just want justice to be served
I believe in an eye for an eye
If you take a life, then you should die
A drug dealer wears a cross of gold
A bullet in the head and feed him to the gators before the body is cold
All these scum bags should be 6 feet in the dirt
It is all about the V word
Vigilante
He walked in the door
a little John Wayne
a little Jesus Christ
six foot tall
giant guns on his hips
so emaciated you can count all his ribs.
twelve bullets flew and
twelve persons fell
reload
repeat
the deafening clash never ended
until all you could count was the dead.
He stood among patrons
of the local pub
and made a decision
like he always does
that he would never do this again,
never again
see the blood on their faces
and blood on the floor
but forever carry
their blood on his hands.
He sighed,
sheathed his hard steel
turned on his heel
and walked right back out that door.
That wasn’t the first time
and wasn’t the last
that he shot the hot lead
and dropped steaming brass
leaving no trace
but the spent cartridges strewn about.
He knocked the dust off his boots
and kept walking on
humming a tune
couldn’t remember the song
unsheathed his steel
and just let them play on
that deafening clash never ended.
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