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Test of time

Are but promises.
Actions are louder
Than words.

behind our backs (memories prank)

there are things

that I want

to say

but I can’t,

my tongue

has cuts on it

and its pain

makes me draw a blank,

I’m having

flashbacks as if

history is

trying to play a prank,

the sight of you


so the thought of you

I truly thank

what does she want?

she calls me at random

not really saying much,

sometimes she asks

how im doing

other times

not so much,

she goes

straight into

her rants

about the people she sees

and how she has a crush,

on some total random strangers

and how it gives her

such a rush,

which doesn’t surprise me at all

cause that is, pretty much,

a description of how we met

a few drinks, a few laughs, then straight to the few fucks,

she says she takes it slow

and that she doesn’t give “iT” up,

but for me that’s hard to believe 

considering the grounds that ive touched,

I tried to make it honest

so people wouldn’t make me out to be such a slut,

but in the end it didn’t matter

because she’s gone now

and apparently I was just too much, 

you’re going to believe what you believe

because people only see what they want,

I wonder why she calls to check in

if we aren’t anything and her current flings arent of my cup,

I find it hard to be interested

so I then ask her, “what else is up”,

she says “oh, well, nothing”

I have a feeling like she wanted to ask if I’m seeing any one,

but she doesn’t, that’s our conversations,…is she just bored?

I have no idea what she wants.

Forever A Cowboy

Back in my day

I would have went over your head

I have no remorse when dealing with a course

that’s better off dead

I still want to be entertained

so it appears that’s all that this is

with a few drinks in me

I feel light on my toes with a draw that seems pretty quick

so  judge not on what you see now

because I still have cross hairs for those who talk shit

crosshairs that never failed

a cowboy who never quit

By The Time

By the time

you have

all your ducks

in a row,

will you be

able to keep up

with how fast

the paddles then row,

can the stream

on a string

be enough

to satisfy the hold,

that you’ve been

clinging on to

from the days of your youth

now that your old,


is the word

we think when we reminisce

of how we’ve conformed,

stuck to our guns

but the ammo collected

hasnt grown

with the mold,

that the summer heat


but the winter

brings the cold,

that can either

freeze us on our tracks

or add a retail value

to our soul,


when you’re in water

and fly

when you have the wings to sour,


hold back

embrace your curiosity


i dont know what i want

they say

you don’t know

what you have

until its gone,

I think

you don’t care

until someone has

what you didn’t want,

that’s the way

I feel about

my ex lady lover

who is now gone,

I didn’t do

all that I could of

and for that

I feel wrong,

but now

she’s doing better

and she is finally

moving on,

which is

what I wanted

for her

but now I don’t know what I want

tatoos & smiles

covered behind

the ink

that she feels expresses

her inner self,

lieing through

her teeth

with a smile

that is convincing

every one else,

that all is good

when problems


are still

left unfelt,

the days drag

until end

of the weak week,

where she can finally

let go

and speak deep,

let her hair down

and empower

her inner freak,

losing control

of what she was steering

because she is but

meek meat