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undone
Author: shamus
like the very breeze, enveloping my senses
drawing me to sadness at the brevity of your gaze
to have to own to love a rose which is ever-blooming
should that love be ours
undone am I
the key is thyne

a smile
i pass to you
in sunshine colours
a bouquet rainbow
so pretty
in the sky
kissing angel tears
falling mist
venus who loves you

worshiping
a smiling sun
life blood
of our being
warmth in
her embrace

smiling master
of light
my beautiful cupid
kissing golden rays
you are my sunshine

reflections of you
a sparkling within
the heart of venus
who will forever
love you

wrapped up
in your blanket
one of love
into the distant horizon
a setting
vision
you are my light
one shining
beauty

He never had a chance,he didn't even see them

But he had lost the very thing that he had gone in search of ,..

His freedom...

Well,it was two long years fore he could make his break away

From that chain gang up Comanchie way

And now,..still being chased high and low

By Sheriff Dan Blaine,...of Waco

Yeah,ever since he dug up his illegal proceeds

He has been hounded for his unlawfull deeds

Well Dan ,..says Hayden,.. im now drawing a line

This is where it ends, come rain or come shine

Ive twentyfive thousand reasons to live

Or to die.......

So take heed Sheriff Dan....

Cause either way, ill be saying... goodbye.

Just then from behind him, he hears a sound

And with blinding speed ,he spins around

Colt, drawn levelled and cocked...

Before that coffee cup hits the ground.

The girl staggers back in fright, with a jolt

At the speed, and the menace of that forty five colt

Hayden looks to the heavens with a sigh

As he spins the gun and drops it back to his side...

This was the girl he had saved last night

In that two bit town just up the trail a mite

She had been set upon by cowpokes

Just out back of the Silver Spokes...

Well, he sure set there grins,.. at a different angle

With a few well aimed thumps of a pickaxe handle

Then he hoisted her up on his big old steed

And they took off up main street with a good turn of speed

He had planned on dropping her

On the other side of town

But she had other ideas and was

Reluctant to step down....

He did stop, some time later, to light a fire

He was hungry, and he knew old blue was beginning to tire

And he needed that horse fresh,and full of running

For whatever the morning would be bringing

Now Hayden hadent really seen the girl properly last night

In all the commotion, and the poor light

But now, as she stood before him

Tall, dark haired and slim

There was no denying her beauty

Despite the bruising on her chin

And the dress torn and dirty...

That she clutched about her olive skin.

From his saddlebags he took a shirt

For this damsel in distress

Which she accepted with a little nod

And a muchas gracias

She said her name was Consuelo

On the run from a cruel esposo...

Now Hayden didn't understand,all that she said

But he got most of it, and nodded his head

While trying hard, not to drown...

In those big brown eyes.

Just then, he glanced across yonder skyline

In time to see riders,..coming through the pines

He counted four, maybe five

About three miles away, he reckoned

As the crow flies...

Hayden felt those old sensations, once again

They always appeared,and it was always the same....

The knot in the stomach, that sinking feeling

The sweaty hands,the shallow breathing

Was it excitement,was it fear ?..

The only thing he knew for sure was that

When battle commenced, he would be focused and clear

He turned to the girl with a brief explanation

Of their tricky situation

Then offered her money and supplies

As he felt, for her to accompany him would be unwise

For he knew the dangers he was facing

Across open ground,and with the posse chasing

It was a good five miles to the border

And if they caught up with him,there would be slaughter

Because for Hayden there was no going back..

For him it was all or nothing,.. in this game of craps.

But she looked up at him,.. with those eyes so brown

And shook her head,.. with a deep frown

No, she said,..No,..I go with you Hay-den..

And in the way she clutched his sleeve,

He knew instinctively there would be no pursuading

So he figured it was best if they take their leave

As every moment lost now ,could not be retrived

So with that,.. Hayden mounted the grey

Reaching down to help Consuelo, without delay...

He then pulled from his belt, the small twenty two

Take this he said,..some protection for you

Now ,hang on tight as we will be riding like the wind

And keep that head down,...behind

Should they,...shoot me down,or get the horse

Try to grab the saddlebags and run for the gorse

Theres a decent bounty on my head

So that should keep those vultures fed....

Hey relax,...it wont happen,.. he said, sensing her distress

When we get across.I will buy you the finest dress.

As he turned to her,he got the hint of a smile .

But it didn't quiet reach those beautiful eyes

It felt good though,..he thought

The way she held him tight...

As he wheeled his mount

And headed south.

Its up to you now boy,... He roared..

Aware of the extra weight on board

And the posse thundering behind like loco

Come on blue,...

Take us to Mexicooo.

One last Throw of the Dice


Hayden scans the terrain, .. once again

For the posse, and Sheriff Dan Blaine

Stetson pulled low against the morning sun

As he reaches for his sixgun..

Spins the cylinder,and adds a fresh round

Then holsters the colt, and ties it down.

Next, he checks the Winchester and the small twenty two

Before heading over to saddle his fateful old Blue..

We got some hard riding to do today boy,.he says

As he pats the neck of that big old grey

The horse turns and looks up from his grazing

With a nickering sound,as he welcomes Hayden

When hes finished,. he opens the right saddlebag

Where under spare shirts, lies his ill-gotten swag

Twenty five thousand dollars in old used bills

The answer to all those dreams unfullfilled

Hey, tonight we will be living it up old boy

Says Hayden, with a whoop of joy..

Yep,.he had no qualms about accepting alms

From the banking fraternity..

Especially if it helped him in his quest

For a new identity.

Soon now, he would be embarking

On that short sprint to paradise

Yeah,..one last throw,..of his lucky dice.

He pours the remaining dregs into his coffee cup

Then kicks over the dying embers,

And starts to sup..

Guess ive sure earned that loot by now,. he muses

Two years breaking rocks, and ive still got the bruises

That,.. and living in a filthy cage..

With nothing to do but dream,.. about Eagle lake

And those early days, and wondering what might have been,

Had I stayed.....

Would I have been a storekeeper, like my old man ?

Or perhaps a blacksmith,..or maybe a preacherman

Alas,.. my obsession with guns, and tales of

Derring-do..,ensured

No such ideas,would ensue

Truth is,that place was choking me

With its misguided rules and that small town mentality

I remember, how i couldn't wait, till I was old enough

To grab that stage,.. and head west..

Where I vowed,..never again.. to be called second best....

Hayden continues to sup his coffee,

As his thoughts go back to those early times

While keeping watch for posse signs.

He remembers the excitement of those wild west towns

And how he once enjoyed those sights and sounds

Fort worth,Tomestone,and Abilene

Deadwood and Dodge...Reckless and mean

Overflowing with Cowboys,.. with money to burn

And wild women and gamblers at every turn

Lawless,restless, whiskey soaked bars

Where life could be lost on the turn of a card

It hadent been long before he was forced

To use his gun....

And he only winged that drunken bum

But it started him on the road as a hired gun

And later on,..as a desperado on the run

Yeah, for a while it had been high adventure,

It was fun..

But in time he came to despise that reputation hed won

As he tried to stay one step ahead of the law

Whilst dealing with all the young punks and the fast draws...

sparkling two
diamond stones
dazzling dark sapphires
shines within
those eyes
dragging wild horses
in every breath
will not stop me
walking desires path
falling into
your soul

wings of an eagle
flying in spirit
soaring upon the wind
folding them around
holding within grasp
to lay with you
on red petals
of passion
on a bed
covered in roses

emotion sleeps
sharing deep within
this heart
holds a treasure
love so beautiful
a gem held
is within you
shines out
in a souls beauty
with love

As the wind blows
Upon my feelings
Dancing I play
In the shadows
casting dark
Upon the moon
A lonely fiddle

In the castle
dreams floating
White puffy clouds
Watch what happens
On a magic carpet

Into the distant
Dark horizon
Dreaming in the stars
Words holding you
In softness beautiful

Beyond space
In the freshness
Off waterfalls
Amazing beauty
Draws on feelings

Breathing emotion
I gulp
to draw in your air
You take
my breath away

Surrounded by feelings
Dressed in my emotion
Warm in touching
A lonely heart
All I want to do
Is share

With me
A beautiful dream
Love to me
is everything
Sharing a life
With someone special
In caring so much
For this one

Forever
in our beginning
To never
Ever end

a full
face moon
the heart
within darkness
shines to you
so silvery beautiful
as the eyes
search in stars
striking midnight
searching space

a glass slipper
goodnight sweet cinders
glowing embers
upon the fire
breathe out warmth
stars sparkling feelings
lunar tears
dreaming happiness
within emotion

snow sugaring ice
melting slowly
stealing the eyes
feeding them
to your soul
as within
they hold
you

golden enchantingly beautiful
falling down the setting sun
into the distant horizon
glowing out in a darkening sky
a sigh breathing

her last breath
daylight upon the mountains
glistens in her shadows
dancing gold ripples
upon the shadowed surface


darkness swallows daylight
singing to the oncoming night
relinguishing her throne
making way for the stars
winking in the Heaven's
rocking gently

side to side
on a smiling moon
the eclipse
married in heaven's
when the sun
kisses the moon
golden silvery beautiful
goodnight

walking this path
eyes washed
in fallen treasure
ingrowing droplets
deep within
one's mind

in distant memory
looking at life
a mirror
through a looking glass
the inner soul

the voice ignored
spelling
a message
to lie
treachery

in colour
from the soul
my heart's grave
marked upon vision
the mist rising

walking to the crossroads
sun kissed sparkle
in a beautiful
rainbow
i will
love again