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Tilly Nov 2012
Nothing in life's e'er guaranteed
Borne of ink, on thin paper reeds,
Spades may shatter Diamond skies; So
in red or black, no tell, we'll show
Playing hard, as this life proceeds.

Marked cards, Bad & Good, defined; Deeds
shuffled, we love, we fight, we bleed.
"Roll the die" Jokers laugh, "Let's owe
nothing to Life!"

Dealing dirt hands, with want, not needs
Flushed; Their greediness supersedes
So let's choose our cards, best we know,
stay true in Hearts; Letting go,
where false relativity breeds
nothing in life
A follow on, to my dearly departed Saloon girl.
Hold'em Tight & Keep 'em Close
(the original title)
changed for something that rhymed with rondeau!
:)
Tilly Oct 2012
Better to bear the burn, than to douse the fire
Tilly Oct 2012
Saddle up
Gurl!

It's time
to hit the trail,

as quietly & gently
I spank the pony-

tail,

&
know,
it's how
I love you, baby..

You'll see me riding like the wind,

spurred on by our time & trials ~ that no-one got to win.

We were always mining Fools Gold & giggle indulging every sin!

Our
Poke(h)er
hands
stayed empty
&
the music's...

long since died.

Your sweet songs done,
gone & left me

(sobs)

tumbleweed rolls by


Once
we prospected forever
in this inky ol' ghost town
marking spots with X's before
a WANTED sign was found

and
One Moonshine
still
ain't big en'f 'f both of us
to get our quills thirst drowned

(hic-

cup)


"Look West,
and to the horizon,

see the stage at the edge of town?"

My last performance, PRIVATE, snigger to all the wide-eyed boys around
Ace-high, on a barebacked filly, play gallerying all my skills
I'll slap my thigh
&
Yee-haw !
riding for them there hills

~Saddled up in the softest leather

Chin up!Deep Breath!Chest out!

Corseted
& brimming,

encased in
perfume scented lace

~Bat my eyelids for the masses~

I'll find another place.

And
then you can  

cut a swell down Main Street,

(remember the brothels to your right)

keep your low slung loaded though, for it's no place to start a fight

cos just outside that swing (ing) door,

the coffin maker winks at such a cheerful sight,

stood grimacing in his top hat,
grasping 13 nails
tight.

&
I'm sure
you'll measure up
darling

blowing rubied kisses

as
I bid
mine own
true-love's heart
goodnight.

*HiHO Silver,
                                                  away..........­!
"Bartender...  line me up that **one last shot**, of golden oh-be-joyful...
it's as hot as a ***** house on nickel night in here!"
Tilly Oct 2012
Watching, from up above, one step behind me every day.

I understand now....finally, WHY, you had to leave.

"Never disappearing", touches heart ,HERE, is where you'll always stay.

<3
Actually, there is one word short, which is right, there is... one missing x
Tilly Oct 2012
Were
you left
pondering?
Inventing reasons?
Chalk marking every crime?
Double checking messages

...from
1 to 99
?

Did you miss the signals?
Have you missed the signs?
Tackling the scenarios

...from
1 to 99

&
then
BONK!
arrives the answer

(they had a wooden leg)

NO!

Like
a bullet
to your head.

The answer was there all along.

"You were happily mislead."

~ You know, you never really listened to all the words that went ... unsaid ~

You left your chest wide open, so they tore that heart to shreds

& that's how all those loving beats
finished so ******* up
sounding
sooo misread
.
from
.
.
1
        .......^
                             ...to.....
                                                     ^........^
                                                      ­                    ....^
                                       ­                                                         ..... ^... 99

                                                             ­                    let
                                                             ­            all
                                                             ­    those
                                                  words
   ­                      slowly
    repeat
in your
messed-up
weary
head
.
'til
soon
they'll
dim
               ­          & get dreary
in
each teary
day  
that's
sent
&
soon

.stop.

worrying
about
why
that caterpillar
went
.
.
.
"1 to 99"
.
.
.
.
.
then
the silence
will start to sooth you
as cocoons spin all around
  ~ you've become a beautiful changeling  ~
& yourself is surely found...
Spread out those brightly coloured wings
Such beauty is bound to sing
in loving all you're
sure to find
by
chasing
better things
...

"Good Luck
is all
I'm Wishing"

~ whispers the one, with pretty wings~

<3
Just to make a friend laugh today...
He loves stand up, although he's only short & the old ones (jokes) are the best!
So...
What noise does a caterpillar with a wooden leg make?
Tilly Oct 2012
*
                 I    I      
           watched & waited    
         under curious glass           with burning wings
              as iridescent hopes fell                held by such whispers    
                                           like dust powdering           from lips which touched                          
         the velvet; Soft
        once in the breeze.
        Flight, found again
         in the last sip. Sweet
        nectar forever pinned
       in an immortality
       extinguished.
      §
Duality & contradiction...
just to make my Monday hurt my head a little more, lol ;)
Tilly Oct 2012
Out of all the words
we said (& never believed)
"You are beautiful"
remain the only three words
for love inside of me.
(Tanka)
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