Tales From Cowboy Billy

Now is the Time

democracy?

do not fool yourself,

there is no such thing,

the best that can be hoped for is

minimal interference and compromise,

the business of government

has become much too big

to be run by amateurs;

so pass out the tranquilizers and toys

in hopes that we will just move on,

or forget,

or better yet;

die;

there is a time for repentance,

there is a time for love,

there is a time for redemption,

there is a time for sorrow,

this is not that time,

now is the time

for lustful comic book heroes;

Cowboy Billy,

where are you?

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Tales From Cowboy Billy

let it begin today,

so many years spent waiting,

so many words left wasted

like road kill,

lying black and bloated

alongside forgotten highways;

the time is near,

can you not feel it

running across these open plains,

calling out,

screaming to be free,

limitless,

boundless,

no more locked doors,

no more empty rooms;

bright, light, urbane young pretenders,

searching for inside information

from which there is no shelter,

while the curtain goes up,

revealing the hidden disease

that has haunted this town

from the beginning of time;

the dream walker enters,

back from a journey

which has no beginning

and for which there is no end,

carrying secrets long since gone,

where the innocent hide

deep inside,

safe and warm,

free from mind boggling death

and other insidious pieces of shit;

meanwhile,

Cowboy Billy

rides on.

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Cowboy Billy’s Still Riding

I sought you out,

but you were nowhere to be found,

I cried out for your truth,

but the darkness became my only friend,

so it was that I realized

this door had closed

forever,

there was no return

after passing this way;

there is only tomorrow;

dreams do not die,

they remain as always,

with or without the underlying madness

of a new day,

it is here we meet once again

for better or worse

till death do us part

and all that jazz;

what road is this that we ride upon?

full of angelic mysteries

for which there is no answer,

no mission big enough,

twisted and turning,

going down one way streets

with the natives screaming to turn around

before it is too late,

stirring like hideous new creatures of the night,

lurking inside empty caves,

waiting for fresh new flesh fantasies;

meanwhile,

Cowboy Billy

still rides on.

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Cowboy Billy to the Rescue

in the morning,

before these poisons build up,

I can still hear it

talking away

as if I never stopped listening,

Sundays

always leave me wondering

if I can’t be a good Christian;

could I at least be a good catholic;

calmness

always precedes the emptiness

as good ole boys stand around

talking about the good ole days

while never mentioning the past,

so here we are,

alone and wandering

without a clue,

faces that smile back

inside this capital offense;

oh yes,

use me

like a lightning rod,

help me absorb

this incredible energy

with no thought

of a better tomorrow,

no fear of a forgotten memory

or other sordid fairy tales;

just then,

Cowboy Billy

came crashing in

with six guns blazing.

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Betwixt and Between (Fuck Cowboy Billy)

I have been to these edges,

I know the subtle differences

of the middle ground,

in this place somewhere

betwixt and between,

where eventually

everything is lost;

I watch

as others pass by,

on their way to

here or there,

never taking the time

to look around these

wide open spaces

where so many things

lie wasted and abused,

hiding from the truth,

running from the final destination;

…..and it is getting harder

to get back to here,

when I know

that I will never reach

there;

fuck Cowboy Billy.

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Sacred Imposters

these things are not for everyone,

most cannot handle the imperfections or

misconceptions of it all,

still we must be kind;

in the cool autumn sky

answers live,

this was never about truth,

this was never about right or wrong,

this was never about black or white,

this was never about anything at all;

it was only the sound

of a soft white light,

on its silent journey

from a distant tower

in the middle of the

cold black night;

down in faery land,

they are dancing still,

carrying on

drunken and out of control;

isn’t it grand?

see how they scatter

as the eighty foot pole

comes crashing to the ground,

aye boys,

that was a close one for sure;

sacred imposters,

do not strive to belong,

find that

for which there is no reply;

Cowboy Billy’s

not going to take this

lying down.

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Cowboy Billy Has His Revenge

into the crimson night

goes the dawn,

never to return or

be seen again,

this then is the day,

this then is the time

for which we have sold our lives,

however miserable they may be,

was there ever any doubt

it would come down to this,

so full of pompous desires and

bliss ridden fuck dreams;

it has only just begun;

even now

the reality remains

hard to accept

among these flame ridden ships,

sinking slowly out of sight

into the darkness

of silent ocean depths,

gasping for just one more breath;

Cowboy Billy

at last

has his revenge.

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Goodbye Cowboy Billy

so it would be

without a whimper or a whine,

asking no forgiveness,

facing the fury

with nary a thought of retreat,

going slowly and completely

into the unknown tempest,

guns blazing,

a fighter

till the very end,

taking a hundred no

a thousand of the bastards

with him;

goodbye

Cowboy Billy,

you shall be missed.

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