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Lightbulb Martin Jun 2014
Redneck bikers munching sliders.
Looking mass unfettered riders.
Stars & Stripes and girls in Stetsons.
Cows in buns and boys in Westerns.
The crowds, slithering down the aisles
           aimless yet ordered,  manoeuvering
                     shopping carts and metal baskets

Welcome to the lower class, the minion slave tied to the renting a house instead of a home. The climate is too harsh not to have shelter. They shop at thrift stores and outfit themselves for twenty bucks, hell they can find a living room for under a hundred dollars or bones or what ever you want to call them, that magic thing called Ca$h.

All those people spending that cash, in most cases, hard earned.

How did this ever happen * The Consumer they call us
                                                      We save a lot of money
                                                           ­  Spending money we don't got.

Ownership is the problem.. How does someone have the right to stake a claim to a chunk of land, then parcel  it off and make money selling it.
The Earth belongs to all of us.

The rich will go forward and lay claim to any planet they can reach for its natural resources.. How the hell can we let that happen. The Universe is ours, it belongs to everybody. We will leave this dirt and venture back when it has healed.

I can see them harvesting asteroids and riding  comets, waving there Stetsons
And hootin' yee haw as they speed through the galaxy, trying to hold onto their imagined power. The making up the rules as they go along.

Sometimes I just have to ignore everything and create my own little world.
A world where I trust my dead friends for sure. I don't know about everyone else.

Leave everything all behind  finding some real peace. Not this chanting about it, but shaping it and moving it like the malleable construct that it is....
               if you can call it a construct... and if you can't then 'what the hell'.

We are more than we know, more than we claim.. the People can be the power

We can start again, start all over before we swallow ourselves whole... and in part. Dismembered for certain. Dismembered and sent to the other side of the country, or half way around the world.
I haven't edited it as of yet. I'll look at it tomorrow.

*the consumer they call us -Stompin' Tom Connors
You
at the drop of a hat
would walk through
fire or something
like that
and I who
just
happened
by
might look to the sky
and think
crazy.
The trigger is bigger than my desire
to pull it.
perseverance is about the sweat
get it?
I do.

So we push it to get through it
and it's Saturday
all day,
I'll stay until I go and
that's one truth I do know.

The gunfighter on a night a
darker shadow in the shadows
waits for me
the barrels have spun for me and
come up on empty
chambers,

and
at the feed store
raw grain
in sacks
I can relax
the season is
underway.
Jack: as so many of us yearned to know him,
Still knocking down 90% approval ratings,
50+ years dead: we still approve.
Dallas recognizing the event . . .
Cue Etta James: At laaaaaaaaaaaaast . . .
The City of Big D,
Dallas in the Sixties,
Still wide open,
Still Wild-Wild West Wild,
Still string ties & Stetsons.
Hizzoner/Da Mayer–Now,
Recognizing the venue, at last.
Finally, it was time
To take ownership of the crime scene.
Non-stop memorial coverage,
On CNN and MSN, of course.
Fox, meanwhile,
Doing agribusiness updates;
This year’s Carolina turkey crop &
Wuzzup in the cranberry bogs?
STANLEY HENDRIX Apr 2014
There comes a time in every young girl's life
When she wants to marry and be a young man's wife.
There comes a time and you need to remember this to the end.
It's good to be lovers but first you have to be friends.

One has to be the ying to the other one’s yang.
One has to be the umbrella to the other one’s rain.
There comes a time when she wants a white gown and maids with frilly dresses on,
And a groom and groomsman in black tuxedos and wearing Stetsons.

There comes a time you need to know marriage is about more than a bride and a groom.
It's about being together and letting your love bloom.
Try to keep things moving at an even pace.
Hold on to your love tight while giving it space.

Never hide anything, leave nothing in the dark.
Keep things interesting, always looking for that spark.
You need to be the air that the other one breaths,
And be the tree for the other one's leaves.

You need to be the strength for the other's weakness within,
And be the savior for the other one's sin.
When mining for love, there's one thing you need as a tool.
When excavating true love, you need the golden rule.

You need to be the left to their right, the right to their wrong.
You need to be the melody to their song.
You need to be the up to their down,
And help to keep the other one's feet on the ground.

Your dreams should be theirs and their dreams should be yours.
Keep this in your heart and your love will always be pure.
You have to be there for their every need,
And be the ground where they plant their seed.

So if you want to make it through all the years,
You have to feel their pain and share their tears.
Just a little word from the wise,
Take turns on who has to compromise.

So when you're walking down the aisle, remember something so true,
You are no longer one, now you are two.
But once you say I do and it’s over and done,
You’ve come together as two and now you are one.

There comes a time when a young girl finds a heart of gold,
And she finds a lover that's not afraid to be bold.
There comes a time when a young man reaches his goal
And marries a young girl that touches his soul.

STANLEY HENDRIX
07/2008
going to a *** down at the local fair
folks they come from miles come from everywhere
guitars and banjos play steel guitar and all
playing all night long at the local ball

dressed in cowboy boots and there stetsons too
doing different dances like the cowboys do
dancing in a line  dancing side by side
with a gentle twirl followed by a slide

dancing to the music and a dancing song
at the local hoedown they dance all night long
to the country beat that makes your body sway
having lots of fun as they dance the night away

dressed in cowboy boots and there stetsons too
doing different dances like the cowboys do
dancing all night long to the country beat
to a country song that puts dancing in your feet





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nivek Dec 2015
I jumped trains to ride the Sun
all the way to Texas
where tequila on ice is served in pints
and women wear cowboy boots and Stetsons
with frilly white edged dresses their grandmothers wore
kicking up the dust of a thousand head of cattle
as they danced to the sounds of a jew's harp
and a guitar playing in the distance.
.....with a terrible hangover

— The End —