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The veins of brokenhearted sunsets,
blue cuts that scratch the glacial eye.
Raw with mercurial redness of debts,
locked down with crocodile jaws that die.
Breathless air in cataract twilight,
undeserved beauty of heartbroken despair.
If this curtain falls, will be but morning’s slight.
Surely the skies will fail to repair.
For without your transcendent eyes,
a certain color of turquoise ceases to exist,
the ruddy splash of the universe bids goodbye,
and only one pillow holds my fist.
Joseph May’s One In Five
death, introspection, loss, sad, day,
The sun sets on another day
It was a day like any other
With one big exception
But it was a glorious day
No haze and
Not a cloud in the sky
Blue abounded all around
That is why it seemed so odd to…
(no not yet)
The grass was green
And smelled of freshly cut
Flowers bloomed with a gloriousness
Yet unseen till today
( I don’t think you can tease them any longer)
Ok I will tell them
Today’s big event unlike all the others was…
cowboy-western, death, introspection, philosophy, men, old, men, old,
Old cowboys ride the sunsets
And seize each day as their own—
They leave behind their regrets
And end up riding alone.
They’ll tell you there was a time
When each man made his own choice—
When being a man was no crime
And each man had his own voice.
Used to be men tipped their hats
And stood up for women folk—
Before men became door mats
And were thought of as a joke.
Not all rode off in sunsets
Some still haunt the old corrals—
While the Old West still begets
New cowboys the Lord allows.
Still cowboys ride the sunsets
Off into red setting suns—
Still men in all their respects
Still sticking to their old guns.