#outlaw
One legged outlaw
Old John Yawtaw
Old time card-shark
Bite worse than bark.
Old John Yawtaw
Unshaven, flesh raw
Passed out, exposed,
***** hole-ridden clothes.
Old time card-shark
On a bench in the park,
Ornery and mean and
Quite often obscene.
Bite worse than bark,
Look-out after dark!
He'll holler and wink
And steal for a drink.
One legged outlaw
Played five card draw,
Barred from three states
For cheating with eights.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 4:12 AM UTC
I once had vanity
searching for my likeness
in shop windows
looking for my place in the world
a glimpse of what others saw
in shaving mirrors
every morning
willing unwilling hair to grow
prove my manhood
see what I'd become
my gaze is focused earthward now
unshaven face unruly hair
no longer need for bathroom encounters
although reflected in mans shiny surfaces
a vampiric absence is all I witness
I looked too deep into that empty space
I occupied within my race
no longer seeking to fit in
I've become an outlaw mortal sin
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 5:53 PM UTC
He said to my face
"You miss every shot
You don't take"
And I replied
"I only have one bullet
And on it is your name."
Aug 13, 2021
Aug 13, 2021 at 6:13 PM UTC
The psychedelic outlaw had class
He had a kaleidoscope bow-tie
Accentuated with brass
His custom tailor three-piece suit was white
But now no more
For the swirls of patterns and colours
Would send him down in lore
His cowboy hat was paisley
His six-shooters painted day glow
And the guise he wore
Said nothing more
Then, “Hell, I’m ready to go”
For the pearly gates
That some await
Will be dipped in a neon glow
And his favorite band will be playing
It'll be one helluva show.
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 1:40 PM UTC
Oh sweet little girl
Wont you open your eyes
Wont you wake up,
Rise and Shine.
Oh sweet little girl
Wont you watch your tongue
don't be so vocal or else you'll be shunned.
Oh sweet little girl
Hold your head high
Have a straight back
With shoulders wide.
Oh sweet little girl
Don't play in the mud
Your shoes will be ruined,
Don't mess with the bugs.
Oh sweet little girl
You study so hard
Your effort is noted
But your grades are subpar.
Oh sweet little girl
Don't travel alone
There's people at night
Who want to take you home.
Oh sweet little girl
How you've grown
You're a women now
With a mind of your own.
Oh little women
How your drive, drives you.
How you reach for the stars
Even with lips turning blue.
Oh little women
That's not what we said
Don't speak your mind
You're bringing up dread.
Oh little women
Leave that feather on the ground
Leave that bug on the bush.
There's nothing to be found.
Oh young women
Your voice is to loud
The chaos you're causing
is shaking the ground.
Oh young women
You're choices are bold
They're for to strong.
Listen to what you've been told.
Ma'am
We've asked you to stop
We've told you again and again.
You seem to not listen
Your will wont give in.
Your voice is to loud
Your hair isn't right
You are far to willing to pick a fight.
You play with nature
You say as you please
You're breaking the parameters
of what we believe.
Ma'am
It's time to settle down
It's time to fit in
Stop all this ruckus
And follow the rules you've been given.
"These rules have been botched
The've been slashed through with red X.
The women are rising,
And trust me you're next.
We are coming up from the rubble,
From the ash and the dirt,
We come with a vengeance,
Someones bound to get hurt.
We've suffered and begged,
For your ears to open,
Yet you brush away our please
Refusing diplomacy.
So we come with our swords,
Our flames rising high
We come with our voices
Screaming out towards the sky."
-ALC Dec 11, 2019
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 4:21 PM UTC
I've been rolling since I was born, without anywhere to go
Traded shots with the devil himself, and handed him my soul
I've got a shotgun across my back and a six-shooter in my hand
You better get your shot out first, cause I'll **** you where you stand
They tell when that rope's pulled tight, you'll beg'em to set you free
But I'll stare'em down in the eye, till they cut me from that tree
And I won't go down without a fight, cause i know i'm gonna die...
Hang'em High
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
I was born to be an outlaw. No not an outlaw-biker, but a true revolutionary outlaw, guns blazing towards the corrupt governments, horse riding into the dark desert skies, black cowboy hat tilted to the side, chewing bubble gum, cigarette and whiskey filled nights, thunder lighting burns the trails I've traveled with my horse, my horse is an outlaw too, free as a hawk in the night sky' searching for our next meal we go from town to town.
I'm saddened now I am a modern slave, but someday I'll set my soul on fire, whistle for my horse to come, make a change and destroy those pesky corrupted snakes, they won't imprison my mind again.
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 5:01 AM UTC
Outlaws in Love
You, a chaotic beauty,
Shootin' smiles from distance.
A dangerous puzzle -
Lost, with in your own existence.
Me, a haywire mess,
Trying to make sense of things.
Willing to be by your side;
In summers, winters, falls and springs.
We, a crazy hybird of chaos and peril.
Ready, to have a crazy ride.
Ready, to be the outlaws in love,
Like Bonnie and Clyde.
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
Smuggler of the goods of life,
...rugged Hero, brawn and bone.
Laser pistol, utility belt...
Ship of speed you call a home.
Smuggler of the goods of life,
...outlaw cast into his place.
Wookie brother, strange alliance...
Transgress all rules, the laws of space.
Solo,
you are not and now,
...all of space filled in-kind.
An Empire awaits you...
You smuggler of the goods of life.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
FRED CARVER
3 days after Fred Carver
Was shot dead
In a craps game
We all gathered
At Sparkman’s Funeral Home
For the visitation
I was standing
Behind Fred’s ex-wife Thelma
When she reached into her purse
And dropped something
In the casket
I leaned over her shoulder
And watched a black spider
Crawl up Fred’s face
And disappear in his hair
-Dennis Gulling
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 7:45 PM UTC
The Yellow River
Disoriented by Vietnamese beer,
I enter the hot zone
Approximately four inches
South of my intended
Insertion point,
And am repelled
By an aggressive
Guerilla resistance.
War is hell.
-Thomas L. Vaultonburg
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
Outlaw Poetry
To be an outlaw
You have to be honest.
Because hypocrisy
Is what ***** the most.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
I am an outlaw like Jesse James
I'm not much for playing games
Loyalty is all I demanded
Lies I simply can not stand
Tell to me only truths
Or I'll knock out your ******* tooth
The place we're in is a high stakes game
But in the end you'll be glad you came
We'll float a boat, we'll get real high
While we're cooking, you just might cry
If you have thoughts of rolling over
You'll end up under the sweet, red clover
We're not much on floppy tongue snitches
You'll find they end up in deep dug ditches
But in our canoe you can ride all night
Smoke rolls up it's such a sight
On our boat you can ride for days
Sleep rans fast and far away
So come and play in our devilish way
We'll talk for hours, till there's nothing left to say
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
I woke up in the afternoon
Missed myself the morning train
It's the second one that I've missed
Since I tried to get going around 6am
I can't keep my eyes from tearing
My hands from doing their not-so-cool shakes
I reach into my pockets for something
That just feels a little bit like yesterday
I can hear the whistle blowing
From outside my apartment door
I believe for the first time
Maybe I should drive to work
We missed each other's calls from last night
I counted the minutes that passed,
I drank myself a thirty-three year old brandy
I stole from my parent's liquor cabinet.
The 10:00am buzz to get me right
Started for, is it Saturday?
I don't drink but to remember
I drink to remember the pain.
A .44 at close range
My heart skips with great excite,
The bullet-proof vest I wear when I'm shot
May barely not save my life.
I've grown tired off waiting for the beach
I swim with sharks blacked out in the dark
Playing dares with Sarah Marie.
Until the wild Pacific digs its first row of teeth into me.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
This is a stick up,
Your eyes glint in the shade of a low drawn long brimmed hat.
Cold steel looms like a deadly reaper waiting to unleash six hot hounds of hell.
Hair pinned love.. the hammer creeks as your finger kisses the trigger.
"I didn't have to be like this" the words leave my mouth dry as wind blown sand..
"It was going to be mine or yours, and I'm not losing mine again" you growl and I knew that this was the only way.
Heaven help the one who sacked your treasure,
I plunge my hand deep into my chest and tear out my gem.
Like a whip crack cobra you ****** it,
Crimson ribbons stream from my frozen hands.
"I'll be back for that someday" I wince; barely managing to get the words out.
You holster your pistol and grin as you turn and walk away..
"I wouldn't steal your heart, if I didn't want you to come get it"
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
Well I've done many bad and many a good
I've seen the kingsmen stand around the throne
Thrown to his feet at my own retreat
Did King James do just for the Kings James sake
Fate brought me here for I spared the rod
Frankly I cared less than to let his dead body rot
But the smell of his corpse corroded my nose
Neglected his body it sat for weeks
So King James had called me to him so I may speak..
Told him a lie, a Lier I may be
But that only allowed him to use his Regal Authority
Now it looks like I'm on the regal run
Yes it seems I've deemed myself wrong
Gone from England, now under the gun
For I am on the "Regal Run"
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
Yo check it
So many folks out there jealous of yo riches
Multiply the stitches
Eradicate em leave em in ditches
These hyprocrite
Still suckin' lady liberty ****
I aint backin down ****
Til burnt to rubbles i got troubles
Just cuz im a stolen man
My enemy aint even in another land
My enemies be of the USA
so i give a **** what a cop say
Justice aint never there for us
All they show is guns to bust
Faced off closed caskets open caskets
The nerve of these ********
We gettin paid off
Even though ya cant bring back the dead
Tears still going to shed
From all of the hurt and bloodshed
My nigguhs need to reunite
**** black n white
Thats just a game the media love to play
So they led us astray
Followin' the path of these devils
Rebuke these *******
So i had no choice but to be a rebel
See me uh this is tha life of an outlaw
In the 90s fools didnt hear me though
To caught up in the dope cash flow
Yo i got rocks to go and fiends to blow
Yea even though we lost in the eye of the father why bother
Cuz we on some ********
The matrix
Got us actin like dumb tricks
Cant make our own profit
If we rebuilt our ****
Lets make it bulletproof
So it'll be hard to knock it
Al sharpton jesse jackson
Cant see the actions
They house *******
Only get a pension for the
White surpremacys satisfaction
Yea we know jesse killed king
And the crows sing
****** ****** blast homie
Tell me what ya see now
If i showed u lynchin' of me
Would u still smile?
Or go buckwild
**** the fortune and fame
My momma had to struggle man
Tryna keep.out the prison system
But they provoke a *****
So i gotta show em im not ya average *****
Uh when i fight back they get mad
When we get surpressed and bow
They get glad
Uh even though never had my dad
Son of *****
Left me with missing puzzle pieces
Of life so i had to find a fit
And get this americas a culprit
Guilty of killin' us since slavery
Ask the indians about thanksgiving
And how they living?
And bet they smack the **** outta you
Make you get a clue
So the words i speaks is nothing but true
Vanish demons and replenishin'
Souls through barrel gunfire life expire
Dont ya know never step to my crew ?
Only a few
Can be down so indulge the silence
In yo jaw
Or else be prepared to face a millions
Vexed outlaws
This is the life of an outlaw outlaw
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
Yesss
Im a black sheep so i can diguise myself
Keep an AK 47 on the shelf
Dont ask me Who i am?
Call me ****** i really dont
Give a ****
Action im built tough
Since i am public enemy one
The media will never get enough
Suckas aint nothing but a bluff
Sound the alarm
As the Dj gets rough give me some of that
Funkyy stuff
**** aint never hurt nobody
Guns leads to so many dead body
Killuminati
Is what i yell stop naw get the bail
And lets free
All my brothers incarcerated for free
Smooth. As a criminal
My rhymes subliminal maximum minimal
Is the wage im in rage
Get the twelve guage
Lets do damage to the higher powers that be
I wasnt born a sucker
Im ready to die for free
In this world
Ya need fame just to get a little love for ya name
**** hip hop is where my heart is?
But its lost dont know where it is?
Killed by the jewish society gay mafias
Women and ill know they'll despise me
Truth is what i am
Urban radiooo doesnt even slam
Promote sloppy music to keep a rate on
I used a calling card
To dail in i tell them cut that ******** off or we'll break in
Entering to the station
play old school records rock the nation
I see you hesitation
Scared of a revolt took the emcees then jolt
Them out the way cuz they gay
Fashion fad lookin' peculiar
I still wear saggy jabos stocky medium afro
Hard core
Is the sound **** all these club sounds
No consciousness surround
The black community im all for unity
But how when the pushin' racism G ?
But ya know my topics will get tossed
Lost in the hour of the chaos
Damnnnn!!!!!
Cuz of the rebel i amm
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
i fought for my country defended my flag
i'll do what i must to support that old rag
i don't drink craft beers
that just ai'nt my bag
i'm just an old outlaw at heart
if there's a chance i will take it
give me a choice and i'll make it
i speak the truth , i don't fake it
i'm an old outlaw at heart
Rules to be broken and highways to ride
I can do both without breaking my stride
I show you one face, but deep down inside
I'm an old outlaw at heart
I'm just a truck driving black hatted man
I defend my beliefs the best that I can
I belief in the flag that flies over our land
I'm an old outlaw at heart
I'll tell you my truths, like it or not
You may not like it, it's the best that I got
I know the pledge of allegiance, each dash and dot
I'm an old outlaw at heart
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
You saw by panes held by thin wire.
Two-ways seeing crumbled fire.
I remember autumn
Checking at the bookstore
In your vans on film you wore
No conception of bottom.
A kid from Mexico, 15
Convincingly my age unclean
Walk summer down West Sylvester
Powder sugar walkway, tester
The ******* **** is blue
Wild eyes tell me you knew.
Back across the fairchild lot
He slid to drive; I told- we bought
They'd taken off without their lights
He barreled lone known route recites
As I scream STOP
IT ISN'T WORTH IT
I'LL GET YOU BACK
PULL OVER, ****
No one taught us how to quit
We rotten without teeth to grit
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC