... of obtuse separation,
you're closer
if angels
a' cute

:)

"           "
              * Squizzel
                wa       s       my
                    first      word,    
                                                            sat upon my mothers                                        knee.
          ­                                                 Two little maple syrup eyes                   blinked, smiled,
                                                            look­ed up at me from under a         wild mop of Autumn 
                                             coloured hair; A tiny little hand      curling around                                                  my finger.  Such love. I feel.     **She'll be sipping 
                                          a Gingerbread Latte along-side me today,
                                               when, just two, walk through the park      
                  feeding squirrels,
                 silently.

In the still,
We saw only the leaves, the paper of petals, moving.
Yet, all for all, were humbled;
Moved.

"Never knock upon my door!"
Only unwelcome visitors, and death, do that.
Left ajar, let me greet you,
from within.

Nothing in life's e'er guaranteed
Borne of ink, on thin paper reeds,
Spades may shatter Diamond skies; So
in red or black, no tell, we'll show
Playing hard, as this life proceeds.

Marked cards, Bad & Good, defined; Deeds
shuffled, we love, we fight, we bleed.
"Roll the die" Jokers laugh, "Let's owe
nothing to Life!"

Dealing dirt hands, with want, not needs
Flushed; Their greediness supersedes
So let's choose our cards, best we know,
stay true in Hearts; Letting go,
where false relativity breeds
nothing in life

Better to bear the burn, than to douse the fire

Saddle up
Gurl!

It's time
to hit the trail,

as quietly & gently
I spank the pony-

tail,

&
know,
it's how
I love you, baby..

You'll see me riding like the wind,

spurred on by our time & trials ~ that no-one got to win.

We were always mining Fools Gold & giggle indulging every sin!

Our
Poke(h)er
hands
stayed empty
&
the music's...

long since died.

Your sweet songs done,
gone & left me

(sobs)

tumbleweed rolls by


Once
we prospected forever
in this inky ol' ghost town
marking spots with X's before
a WANTED sign was found

and
One Moonshine
still
ain't big en'f 'f both of us
to get our quills thirst drowned

(hic-

cup)


"Look West,
and to the horizon,

see the stage at the edge of town?"

My last performance, PRIVATE, snigger to all the wide-eyed boys around
Ace-high, on a barebacked filly, play gallerying all my skills
I'll slap my thigh
&
Yee-haw !
riding for them there hills

~Saddled up in the softest leather

Chin up!Deep Breath!Chest out!

Corseted
& brimming,

encased in
perfume scented lace

~Bat my eyelids for the masses~

I'll find another place.

And
then you can  

cut a swell down Main Street,

(remember the brothels to your right)

keep your low slung loaded though, for it's no place to start a fight

cos just outside that swing (ing) door,

the coffin maker winks at such a cheerful sight,

stood grimacing in his top hat,
grasping 13 nails
tight.

&
I'm sure
you'll measure up
darling

blowing rubied kisses

as
I bid
mine own
true-love's heart
goodnight.

*HiHO Silver,
                                                  away..........­!