Cowboy Poetry

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Surrender

Posted by Maysen Battles on

Surrender to the facade;
The imposter
That's unrest in your
Soul;
Shepherd the influence
Of living and loving in true
After all, that was God's ultimate goal

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Surrender

Posted by Maysen Battles on

Surrender to the facade;
The imposter
That's unrest in your
Soul;
Shepherd the influence
Of living and loving in true
After all, that was God's ultimate goal

Read more


Hold onto Your Marbles

Posted by Maysen Battles on

The desert makes your mind
Wander n'
Trapes n'
Run up n' down every peak,
Through every mountain
And down every creek
.
The desert aint no place
for the weak

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Hold onto Your Marbles

Posted by Maysen Battles on

The desert makes your mind
Wander n'
Trapes n'
Run up n' down every peak,
Through every mountain
And down every creek
.
The desert aint no place
for the weak

Read more


Here's to the Journey

Posted by Maysen Battles on

Here's to the journey
The long roads
And even longer nights
Not a lot of familiar faces along the way
Only just a couple dozen bull haulers
With chicken lights guiding the way
The road never ends
And hell, the treads wear thin
But when you're nose to the grindstone
Those midnight moons
Bluff-howling' coyotes
Become kingpin
.
Because without the site of wild buckskins
And sound of rolling tires
There's no chase and thrill
And neon-lit signs
Pushing you to inch closer to that damn dream
Steadfast down the highway you go,
One mile closer
Knowing that the journey never ends
And life never quits
Surely everyone dies
But not everyone lives.

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Here's to the Journey

Posted by Maysen Battles on

Here's to the journey
The long roads
And even longer nights
Not a lot of familiar faces along the way
Only just a couple dozen bull haulers
With chicken lights guiding the way
The road never ends
And hell, the treads wear thin
But when you're nose to the grindstone
Those midnight moons
Bluff-howling' coyotes
Become kingpin
.
Because without the site of wild buckskins
And sound of rolling tires
There's no chase and thrill
And neon-lit signs
Pushing you to inch closer to that damn dream
Steadfast down the highway you go,
One mile closer
Knowing that the journey never ends
And life never quits
Surely everyone dies
But not everyone lives.

Read more