Rollin' in the Chevy,
hand on my Glock.
Lookin' for the Mexicans
sellin' on my block.

They think they hard
and dressin' fly.
takin' money out my pocket
now it's time for them to die!

Cruizin' down Century,
to Cimmaron & Haas,
when I spot the muthafuckas
'round Jesse Owens Park.

Ty got a shotgun,
Griz an HK,
we step out the Chevy
and start blastin' away!

The *****'s start droppin'
to the BANG! BANG! BANG!
Blastin' holes in they chest
ain't none got away!

That's the way it is
and how business get done.
Sellin' rock on this block,
will getcha chokin' on a Glock!

The manly cowboy
continued his travels
across the land,
of merry ole England,
drinking a little mead,
riding his steed.

Walking along one day
beside his horse,
says to his horse,
a question this way,
says he.

"What's your name?"

"Randall." she replied.
for his steed was a she.

"WHAT did you say?
What the hell kinda name is that?"

"And please pardon me for my language,
your answer took me by surprise."

"For your information kind sir,
i am highly educated
and well brought up.

what did you expect?
some silly name
like Bay
or Susie?
or ,
if i hailed from
your part of the world,
Cochise
or Blaze
or Cimmaron?

Oh no, i know,
you might
have very well
named me
General
Blueberry."

Scratching his head,
the manly cowboy
just looked askew,
completely anew,
at this fine steed.

Randall!

Off they trode,
adventures to be made,
fast becoming fine friends,
as they were
running the roads to the ends.

Many a new sight did they see,
then one day they happened upon
Queen E.

"That's one fine looking six shooter
you have there."
said the great ruler with
the neatly coiffed gray hair.

"May I?"  asked she,
her royal hand outstretched.

Happy to oblige,
this woman who
has ruled so long,
seen so much.

Handing her his gun,
so carefully,
he inquired,

"Do you know how one of these things works Ma'm?"
asked he
"Don't be so silly
you manly cowboy.
Of course! "
said she,

With that,
she turned
and shot
every chamber bare,
six apples from
the tops of six heads
of her many heirs.

"Here, come join us."
said she,
"We're out for a ride
to look at the tide."

So the manly cowboy
threw in with the royal
mob for the day.

Riding far and wide
treated to vast
expanses and views,
and the eternal tide.

Having so much fun
shooting and riding,
out in the fresh air,
out in the sun.

At last evening approached
too fast and suddenly.
"What a day i have had,
one to always remember,
to recount over fires
many a coming night."

With that,
he took his leave,
tipped his hat,
and bowed to Queen E
so gentlemanly.

Under a

Cimmaron sky

afternoon

window seal

you sit.


there is

a breaking

of sighs

in your eyes.


something

remembered

or perhaps

something

lost,


that just lies

or flees

outside your

grasp.


runaway dreams

that now

scatter like

broken birds

of flight

across your eyes.


and what

is to become

of this

moment,


and the gentle

tilt of

your head

and the

bending grace

of your smile.


I am certain

love will

bring you

home again,


to familiar

places and

dancing sunlight

as it streaks

through your

gypsy hair.


and I

will applaud

you after

this day is

done,


nothing ventured

nothing gained.


but this

moment lost.


Sometimes it is

almost unbearable.

to sit with

this empty

view.


something remembered

something lost

from you.

I sit
a man
on a
bubble gum
shaped hill.

with my
dream
thoughts

tangled
up in
this day
with
you.

while Marsh
mellow
clouds
run like
wild horses,

across
the Cimmaron
sky .

between
here and
this
sun,

Where somewhere
I know
you are.

and it
is enough.
to know

that I
embrace
the winds
that find
pleasure
in your
hair,

that
I kiss
the rains
that
fall
upon
your face

and in

moments

quench your

thirst and

mine.


and  know our
journey
in this
world will

never be
alone.

The river
skips and
splashes
against
it's muddy
flesh.

and laughs
and sings
to the
wind.

and then
turns
a bend
and becomes
calm
under
this Cimmaron
sky.

coyote
clouds
lie above

the deep
wet pools
of your
eyes.

where
the big
fish swim,

and mother
earth
comes
to rest
and drink

for a
spell.

to lie
still
in your
*******,

and listen
in tune
to your
heart
beat so
true

so pure

with mine.

me to
you.

and then
back
again.

here
together

as one.

where the
big fish

swim.