Dusty Days & Nostalgic Nights

Dusty Days & Nostalgic Nights

By: Tyler Ross

The fiery sun fries my legs. The dust builds upon hours and hours of desolate country days. My body feels wasted from weeks of ailing hunger pains. My mother’s sick and I can’t seem to focus or escape from how I’ve behaved. Fear for what lies ahead. But I won’t give up for I refuse to be dead. In a world to survive is not guaranteed. I strive and I strive to feel alive for this bigger picture I fight to see. The pale moon strikes me with its vivid radiance. I resonate with those lost souls who have discovered nothing and lost their innocence. I hunt to live, but the pit of my stomach rejects bile. I spill my guts and take on a life that suits my father’s style. I’ve been broken and I know it will get worse, but it won’t get the best of me. As we travel this journey out west for the pacific’s shimmering salty sea. This was never meant for me. Months have gone by and we have yet to reach our destiny. Still I am far from living free and away from the vision my family sees. Settling for less was never meant for me. This was never meant for me.

Shady Grove Reprise (My Sweet Love)

Shady Grove [Reprise] (My Sweet Love)
By: Tyler Ross

Shady grove, my sweet love
Shady grove, I say
Shady grove, my little love
I'm bound to go your way

Golden blonde, the prettiest smile
The prettiest smile shown
Took a few years to speak out
I want her for my own

Shady grove, my sweet love
Shady grove, I say
Shady grove, my little love
I'm bound to go your way

Out of reach, but I promise we'll be one soon
I have never felt more sure for this to bloom

Shady grove, my sweet love
Shady grove, I say
Shady grove, my little love
I'm bound to go your way

So far apart, but a close connection we share
The perfect love, the perfect mind
One hundred percent care

Shady grove, my sweet love
Shady grove, I say
Shady grove, my little love
I'm bound to go your way

Daydreams of it all figured out
A reality we'll endure
Never will I question a thing
The patience we've conquered

Mr. Rosenberg On 22nd Street

Mr. Rosenberg On 22^nd Street

By: Tyler Ross

As I stare into this mirror, I see time very clear. Where did it all disappear? These wrinkles now have settled here. My eyes pierce right back to me. The reflection of a good man I see. Years have gone and most of my friends have left me. And lingering is the feeling of time lessening. I rub my fingers through my hair and remember the sensation of her standing there. Embracing me with her lips to my neck. Life was perfect, but now I find it hard to accept. I haven’t the power to clinch my fists, nor the energy to question why I exist. Hard work paid, but spent too much time away. Lost focus among passion, I couldn’t resist. It now kills everyday. Just as the water struck my face, eyes red hiding the tears of love I tried to erase. Hunched over, my knees now caved. Weakening, never wanted to be saved. My heartbeat, my heartbeat isn’t so strong for a world I never wanted to belong. So I stare in the air. No life flashes. No help coming here. All alone, die alone. Blackout. Lifeless, lying there.

Dodge City Kansas, 1885

Dodge City Kansas, 1885

By: Tyler Ross

Sitting on a porch swing reliving those childhood days. Father wasn’t coming home, while Mamma just slaved away. Times were rough. We had not much food to eat. Some times we stared at the sky, wishing it brought shoes to our feet. This home, this home we always knew hadn’t much left to hold. No fire to keep us warm during the winter cold. Fending for a place among the successful human race. Our dreams were as hazy as the fields below. The breeze swept by my face, as the world always tried to tell us no. “You will never make it, so abandon those thoughts. Out in the country is where you’ll live to rot. Don’t dream so much. The outsiders would say looking in. A place like this is for small town living men.” What the hell would they know, I would think to my self? Life to me wasn’t about obtaining any type of wealth. But exploring the earth and utilizing the passions matured in me. Never would I let anyone hold me back or talk me out of who I wanted to be. This old land that I grew from the day I came feet first. Into the man I’ve become, willing to work through the worst. To get where I truly need to be. Away from all this negativity and be the man I strive to see. Living in a world that has rejected my individuality. You can’t stop me. The morning train is coming. Your words mean shit to me. The rush of the smoke arrives, and then comes my disappearing. You won’t stop me now. Proving to the world no passion of mine can be brought down.

Get Real

Get Real

By: Tyler Ross

Weak from head to toe

Superstitious, we've all known

Never in it to win it

Coast through life like a boat drifting no where

Cool guy go preach your hypocrisies

We don’t care

Lost your sense of reality

Born to spread your filth

Hoping you’ll skate by on a technicality

The honor system wins

While your life never begins

Get real

Or forget about it

Not sure if you've ever spoken the truth

Can’t even listen to you

Get real, be yourself

Confused fucking youth