Desert Storms & Dusty Trails

Storm Raider

From turbulent cloud of dust I ride,
White knuckle fistful of stallions' mane.
Smoking hot pistols scald my hide,
Branding their memories of posses slain.

I’m an outlaw sidewinder, alias 'Tornado Jones',
On mustang whirlwind I storm the train.
My trail slithers through broken bones,
Under vulture sky weaves crimson stain.

'Enda Trail Marshall'

Toasting Ghost Towns

A Toast to lost ghost towns
lobos and hell-hounds
roasting with outlaws
chose quick-draw or bust~
and bounty hunters
lie in the dust
of empty cartridges
and rusty guns
none reflecting sunny gleams
just gunfighter dreams
grounded by lust~
Gone are the cowboys
riding high in the saddle
tough as cuss
casting long shadows
spitting tobacco stained
chaps hang from hips
driving herd of cattle
through the gap in the ridge
of brahma bull skulls
that rattle inside
where sidwinders and diamond-backs
like to hide
where long-horns and wildfires
Beat the tar out of tweed trousers
in sage-brush bryors
Farting pinto beans and grits for hours
in box-canyon bliss
horse thieves are hanged
where cougars piss
while stark tumble-weeds by
sundried geckos and lizzard carcuses
echo hollow mumbles
of wallowing buzzards
and flies around
stench watering eyes
In a barren arid dusty desert

Easterly Tombstone Monsoon

Jewel Anne and Scorpion Jones

Jewel Anne and Scorpion Jones,
Rusty guns and dusty bones.
Legend carved on tombstones.
Cold bloodiest pair,
The west has ever known.

Blood stains, and runaway trains,

That crazy horse with rattlesnake brains,
The nightmare coffin-filler at the reins.
Scorpion sting pumps in their veins,
The gold on their heads, no one claims.

Cruel Jewel and Scorpy Jo’
Quick-draw outlaws with buzzard breath,
A trail of ghost towns, wherever they go.
Snakebites and gunfighters welcome death.

On nightmare steed he rides,
Her one pale eye, the other red.
The brave await the cowards hide.
Viper venom rings in her head.
Weather beaten matted mane,
Black widow tail, trample you dead.
Bullet holes and powder stains,
Broken soul, she’ll kick in your head.

His desert-eaten, eyes are slitted,
Shadowy face, his hat brim fitted.
Unbridled doom off the trail,
Loony loco-motive off the rails.

Exiled Texas Murderers


Wanna Be An Outlaw

I’ve just enough ass to hold up my jeans
Barely hangin’ on by a holster belt
Breakfast, lunch and dinner is pork and beans
I eat javelina and sell the pelts

I’ve never held up a train or a stage coach
Ive just enough ass to hold up my jeans
And live off the range from the boars I poach
Breakfast, luch and dinner is pork and beans

I’ve gotta gumption but not enough steam
To ever hold up a train or stage coach
Wish I had the balls, cuz outlaw’s my dream
Just tired of the range and the boars I poach

Gonna trade my colt for a peacemaker
I’ve gotta gumption to blow off some steam
Do some business with an undertaker
Time to get some balls cuz outlaw’s my dream

Bring on the train and bring on the stagecoach
Gotta new pistol on my holster belt
I’m sick of the range and those boars I poach
No more rank smells of javelina pelts

Exiled To Mexico


Loco Motive

Evil locomotive’
Burnin’ down the train tracks.
Chaos and terror,
Churnin’ from the smoke stacks.

Rickity wracket,
Chiga chuga choo choo.
Clickity clackin’,
Slick black voodoo.

The screamin’ engineer,
You may hear his torchered wail.
As demon volunteers,
Are fumin’ fear on scorchin’ rails.

This crazy train,
Don’t lug a car for stokin’ coal.
This crazy train,
Has chugged this far on broken souls.

The lazy faith caboose, cant break loose,
Caught fishin’, in the wishin’ well.
Locked in, last on the line,
Of good intentions, that finish in hell.
EvilTrainMessage

Storm Drains & Angel Pains

Desperation Angels

Desperation festers on graceful faces,
Lacey white feathers worry thin,
Desolation angels beat wings for Mercy's
sake against the wind.
Crazed over betrayal as the days wear thin
storm-cloaks on the horizon, soak in sin.

One prayer shy
of the power and glory,
Soaring past, everlasting life,
Nary more than a trace of hope
in thread-bare robes
they wore out in stories.

Too late to save the end of days.
Grains of time scattered in gravel,
Unraveled all that faith left behind,
Slayers from the frayed edge
of sanity arrive.

Fathoms of chaos harrass the light,
Menacing tar ships, dark contrast,
Arrangements in rage set to ignite,
Gashes a black hole in the ceiling of night.
Growing timid amass pure evil,
The fallen angels stole from sight,
Beneath the diabolic sky,
To plan a ten million winged second strike,
Sneak in on a slack tide, Devil may cry.















Wicked bent drifts in the wind.
Hints of mystery,
A weary whisper
wrinkles in falling leaves.
Thickens the pitch
Sins of a bitch
slants a sunshine dappled path
slips amid
dabbles in shadows,
rut slits beckon
last ditch reckoning for fertile soil.

ExposureToMayhem
















New Age Angels Burden

The selfish hoards,
Of merry Americans,
Married by some lord,
Nary understanding His word.

Husbands are blamed for wife's,
Father's blunders.
Then wives are blamed,
For the divorce.
All under same~
Gorgeous lord.

The children that are born,
Of ego's boredom.
Suffer the horrors~
In torn cloaks
What to wear in scorn.

All buffered for adoring lord,
Saved but laiden,
With so much guilt.
Their brick walls,
Scouring skies.
Towering over any,
House that Jack built

for a lord so wise.
The children enshrouded,
In clouded ideals,
Doubting their worth.
They pout in the shadows,
Of their parent's cause.















Turned insides out~
side special sense.
More than ancestors,
Ever meant for them
to have. Do I have
To tell them?

All celestial
And any molestial influence,
Called the lord
Can't keep them fenced.

Do I have to tell them all?
They're free to go,
They're free from false love,
Free from fear,
That was never from above,
Ever their fault.

Or would I be shooting,
Arrows sat empty targets?
All hope for love,
Washed out with sorrow.
Hanging in balance~
Waiting for what(?)
Disaster procrasts that
may happen tomorrow.

Everlasting Trial Mockery
















Shadowphobia

The ornery old man,
trods along his normal walk.
But from the corner of his eye

he catches a glimpse,
of his own figure
darken green grass.

His silhouette caste,
filters through gray
areas hid in shadows.

Obscurity lingers,
Drapes of wrath,
unveil vile traits

that gliston in shame.
Bleached brightness,
bleeds color from the path.

The phantom shadows
haunt him (still),
Through willows stalks,
the dimlit dappled
plots of sunbeams.

Eluding
Timely
Mystique

Drowning Seeds

I lie in the shadows and wait
Hate burns a path
Sunshine whispers through dappled windows

I sense fear rapid on the breath
of men who terrorize
emotion
At first glance I know
the weak men

shall parish in the fire rapids
controlling dreams forever shattered
Just a matter of time and enough rope
Hang all men who plant seeds of fear

Sick-sour breath shadows
women and children scared and hidden
seeds that grow nothing

But fear whispers that threaten only victims
dappled in the shadows
rapids damned to a whimper

I love the release when windows shatter

so dreams show clear paths
dappled with sunshine
rapids flicker
with shadows that roar life
All the sorrow washed away
and drowning
predator too
can no longer breath shadows
or fog panes
on windows in potential dreams

Emotional Terrorist Militia

Lighthouse View

Marooned

Among the tide
a brutal kiss
The ravenous waves
against corral fist

Sung from the bride
The tidal hiss
Spraying ship of doom
broken in her midst

Wrung of sail
hung hulls list
Delivered from gale
sifted along to marry the abyss

Wishing Wells and Dizzying Heights

As sure as fountains attract shiny coins,
The purest of bloodlines will bear black sheep.
The rebel method seeps from wishful loins,
The tallness of mountains, to most is too steep.

The earth is theirs, on their fast roads to death,
From birth choosing ways from the beaten path.
They dive into life and hold their breath,
The limits of being, sweeten their wrath.

So alive in their plight to face their fear.

Few can follow their ways, lawless and free.
Their home is the fight, that is crystal clear,
They chew and swallow what others can’t see.

EdgingTallMountians

Dizzying Heights

Push aside the limbs and brush,
And grasp the magic
revealed through the branches.
Laugh at the breeze,
Grazing your face,

It’s crispness stiffens,
Pimply flesh awareness,
Invigorating that numbness,
You’ve taken for granted,
As comfort.

See jagged mountains looming,
Above massive foundations,
Veiled in a drifting mist
hanging in the valleys.

Listen to the mystic whispers,
Of secrets whittled away
by haunted whistles,
Riding the wind.

Hear the howl from chasms,
Chiseled deep in stone,
Older than time.
Feel it rustle
in the gristle of your mind.

Bear witness rigid wisdom,
Swirling answers to the soul,
Stirring vivid visions
beyond the dizzy steeples,
Of those snow bleached crags.

Reaching their peak,
In fitting existence,
For an exhilarating rush
as they brush through,
Wisps of clouds for fresh air.

Notice the sheerness in cliffs,
Scarred with ancient sea-lines,
Reminders of where older oceans,
Once combed along those canyons,
Tossing rollers that tore away,
History awash with the slopes.

Look quickly to see a cool gust,
Dissipate the vapor of your breath,
Racing it away with a seagull’s ghost,
For a rendezvous with aromas
and spirits of eagles,
Gliding now
then climbing within updrafts

where sunbeams shapen,
Seeming to bend
at the edge of blue sky,
For an extreme descent at last,
Blasting into contrasts,
Dampened as they blend
with alpine shadows.

Step upward,
Toward the nature of.........
The lovely views that await you,
In abundance at the summit.

Exceeding These Mountains

Your Poor Cents Lie Dormant

Toss a coin to the wishing well,
Hear the splash. Watch it sink.
Wonder why and where it fell,
Did it flicker? Did it wink?

Ponder why you wished at all,
And if it comes true, who to thank.
For a sacrifice so small,
Your lack of hope is where it sank.

EnvyToreMentor

Viking Sky

In the blink of a hurricanes’ eye,
I sail fury into the unknown.
Within the storm I’m satisfied,
From the Dragon I stand alone.
I ASK NO ONE!
In the ‘God of thunder’ I do rely,
In battlefield my skills are honed.
To the Wolfs’ howl I do reply,
My heart is strong as stone.
I FEAR NO ONE!
The bloodlust stains my eyes,
All the world forever my thrown.
By the sword I live to die,
Beneath my sword my victims groan.
By bloody war I do confide,
All my seeds I’ve lived are sown.
I WANT NO MORE!

I no longer hunger to be alive,
I carve my memories into stone.
To a worthy warrior I must die,
Beneath his fist I crush My bones.
I LUST NO MORE!
I look beyond to the Viking sky,
To the stars my spirit is flown,
I no longer yearn for the battle cry,
I need no longer be alone.
I AM VIKTORY!

~ErodedTiredMind