Drunk again and crying

Her brown eyes become a blue gem

and her body staggers softly yet sweetly

She's uncertain and speaks like a wild western wind

and her heart is so difficult to mend



Her mind balances like a Bull walking on tightrope

and I have become a mistrustful misanthrope

My hopes and dreams were hung and choked

and her sorrows are drowned in temporary bliss

neither of us can forget and I long for that last kiss

oh what a life I miss



Me and her thrash like tides in trouble waters

and I lay abandoned into the deep sea

Although she has someone new I hear restraint

My heart is bound to hers and I can't escape

She was once like my wife and a part of me myself and I

and now I wonder if I'll be whole again once more

I payed ruby ransoms red as blood for you my love

and I prayed for you to be happy and fly free as a dove

Lost salvation shrinks and shivers inside long summer days.
All hope and dreams are sent with a silver bullet to die.
The roar of anguish is so loud it shatters eardrums and crushes bones.
From a screaming simmering hell I emerge ready to bare my own crucifix,
but alas my aspirations decline deeper than canyons.
my disappointments rise higher than mountains.



Falsehoods and pretenses weigh so heavily they sink like a steel paper ship.
To he who cries for a better tomorrow I will flay with a silk laced whip.
With all kindness the cruel lesson of life shall be inflicted with pleasure.



My nightmares suffocate me every single night inside comfortable sheets.
While those who dare fall flat off their feet into self destructive denial,
and they try to burn the entire world with a box of matches.


My steadfast companion envy sticks into me like a serrated blade.
It is a pain that I feel to as much as a heartbeat.
yet I find myself lost inside seamless unfamiliar territory .

Loneliness is the wild river we all drink from and bathe in.
The twisting journey to sail to clean western skies is bordering on impossible,
but can end rapidly by beautiful young sirens and boldly bored sailors.



Old Horn dogs howl for companionship into the dark night but receive none.
The disheartened dreamers gaze at the shimmering stars wishing they would be extinguished,
and many a pistolero spend their brief lives freely with reckless abandon.



All excuses add up to a superfluous score to a strike out that can't be won.
Rather it is fought with a heavy hand, knife or gun Fate can never be overcome.
Our flickering life all is but a shadow underneath a harsh Nevada sun.

I howl with maddening laughter inside the silky velvet moonlight.
A stale joke crudely coats a bitter reality that cripples and berates me,
but most funny of all is that I'd still happily be your idle plaything.



I am a slave bound to your kindred soul in a tight black leather knot.
Your absence strips me down to just a forlorn stain to your minds bedsheets,
and now a new stranger now fills my old tidy little niche.



These skin deep conversations with you cut my through my ears like razors.
Unspoken words tear me open and leaves me exposed to the vultures,
but soon I will no longer be nailed down by rage or be chained by jealousy.



I offer you the sweet release of finally laying our old sins down to rest.
To finally soothe the onset of blooming resentment between troubled hearts,
and lift off this lead weight crushing my chest  and say I forgive you.

A burning anger consumes my mind and scorches  all of my joy black.
Cruelty rests on the tip of my tainted heathens tongue,
but never shall your beautiful liars ears hear my mournful cries.


You love me yet you so carelessly dispose of all the lessons we learned.
I want to help you but you push me away like a phantom that never was,
and your life tumbles down like a boulder from your reckless abandon.



However both you and I are two hypocrites of a kind in a deck full of jokers.
A foolish gambit I took for your happiness and lost the people we once were.
I tragically know that no matter how many tears I cry there will never be an ocean that can sail me back through time.


Infatuation and naivety arrive to me in waves but quickly evaporate due to cynicism.
A pleasant day has yet to come to my devoid half complete tiny little world,
and I wonder about when or  if it ever finally will.