Texas Outlaw Poet
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| Gender | Male |
|---|---|
| Industry | Publishing |
| Occupation | Writer |
| Location | Gun Barrel City, Texas, United States |
| Links | Audio Clip, Wishlist |
| Introduction | Welcome to the Texas Outlaw’s Gospel. This isn’t a safe space—it’s a sacred space. Here, the words cut like barbed wire and burn like incense. I write about truth when the world would rather choke on lies. I write about justice when the courts are crooked and the streets are quiet. I write about corruption, conspiracy, and the powers that prey on the powerless. And I write about the One who flipped tables, called out vipers, and walked into the teeth of Rome without flinching—Jesus Christ. These poems aren’t polite verses to read in a whisper. They are war cries. They are courtroom exhibits. They are prayers scrawled in the margins of a world on fire. If you came for comfort, you may not find it here. But if you came for truth—raw, dangerous, and lit with holy fire— then welcome. The Texas Outlaw Poet rides at dawn. |
| Interests | Texas Outlaw Poet is a firebrand with a pen, riding the borderlands between faith and rebellion. A devout Catholic forged in the ashes of a darker past, this poet draws on a lifetime of grit, grace, and grit again—writing poems, short stories, rants, commentaries, haikus, ghazals, sonnets, and tankas. Each form is a different weapon, a different prayer, a different way of making sense of a world that can bless one moment and break you the next. On any given day, the words might be a rosary whispered to Heaven, a rant against the machinery of corruption, a haiku written at a truck stop, or a sonnet aimed like a bullet straight at hypocrisy. This is writing that refuses to sit still, born of long nights, deep faith, and a restless hunger for truth. Beyond the page, the Outlaw lives where competition and devotion collide—immersed in Fantasy Football drafts, NFL Sundays, and the roar of NASCAR speedways, where the rush of victory and the sting of loss feel like scripture in motion. Just as fiercely, the soul leans into Catholicism, Jesus Christ, Angels, and the Saints—not as distant ideas, but as living realities, companions in the struggle, fuel for the journey. And then there’s politics—though not the bland theater of donkeys and elephants. The Texas Outlaw Poet lives to slam the two-party system, expose corruption, and speak truth to power, throwing words like stones at glass palaces and refusing to bow to the false idols of red or blue. Equal parts bookkeeper and law clerk, streetwise storyteller and Gospel witness, the Texas Outlaw Poet speaks in verses that can bless, bruise, comfort, or confront—depending on which side of the truth you’re standing on. |
| Favorite movies | I’m a certified cinephile—drawn to films that stick with you like a scar or a hymn. From the outlaw romance of Love and a .45 and the raw grit of Drugstore Cowboy to the blues-soaked chaos of The Blues Brothers and the offbeat beauty of Buffalo ‘66. I ride with the dust and danger of No Country for Old Men, the spiritual fire of The Apostle, and the restless wanderlust of My Own Private Idaho. I cheer for the underdogs in The Karate Kid, fight alongside Rocky and Rambo, and sink into the smoky shadows of Twilight, Fight Club, and Reality Bites. I follow love across time in the Before trilogy (Before Sunrise, Before Sunset, Before Midnight) and sing along to Bohemian Rhapsody and Eddie & The Cruisers (both 1 and 2). My Western heart belongs to Lonesome Dove, Streets of Laredo, and 3:10 to Yuma, while my inner gangster bows to The Godfather trilogy. I’m moved by the courage of Braveheart and the unflinching devotion in The Passion of the Christ. I’ve stared down the O.K. Corral in Tombstone, flown into the danger zone with Top Gun, and reveled in the ‘80s magic of Weird Science and The Breakfast Club. Indie grit and sharp tongues fuel Clerks, the stylish chaos of Pulp Fiction, and the sprawling Hollywood dreamscape of Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. And when it comes to masters of the craft—anything by Alfred Hitchcock, Stanley Kubrick, or Sam Peckinpah earns a place on my shelf. |
| Favorite music | Call it eclectic, call it outlaw, call it whatever you want—I’ve been building this soundtrack my whole life. From the stadium-shaking anthems of Queen to the poetic mysticism of The Doors… from the jangling alt-rock of INXS, R.E.M., and Weezer to the wry genius of Weird Al. Hip-hop runs deep in the mix too—Kanye, Kid Cudi, the gritty storytelling of Geto Boys, Bushwick Bill, Scarface, and the legendary Wu-Tang Clan with Ghostface Killah spitting fire. Punk grit and rockabilly swagger roll in with Social Distortion, Reverend Horton Heat, and Texas alt heroes like Tripping Daisy, The Polyphonic Spree, and Toadies. And then there’s the soul of the troubadours—Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, Merle Haggard, Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson, and Bob Marley—voices that taught me songs can be sermons, manifestos, or confessions. You could probably say I’m an audiophile… but really, I’m just a lifer in love with the power of music. |
| Favorite books | From the eternal truth of The Bible, to the restless highways of Kerouac’s On the Road—I devour the written word like oxygen. Dylan Thomas singing in the dark, Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton bleeding brilliance across the page, Robert Frost walking snowy woods with one eye on eternity, Allen Ginsberg howling against the machinery of night, Charles Bukowski drinking ink and bile in equal measure, and William S. Burroughs bending language until it breaks into strange new forms. I run with Rimbaud in the gutters of Paris, then turn around and let Larry McMurtry map me across Texas prairies, only to have Joe R. Lansdale pull me into East Texas noir where the humor is just as sharp as the violence. I’ll chase the haunted corridors of Stephen King, the grotesque carnivals of Clive Barker, then sit down with the high-stakes chess of The Queen’s Gambit by Walter Tevis. I’ll dance through the glittering wreckage of Party Monster by James St. James, then stumble into the fragile redemptions of Silver Linings Playbook by Matthew Quick. And yes, I’ve played tag with serial killers in the Dexter series, wandered through the stormy passions of the Twilight saga, and stayed up too late on all of it. But my shelves don’t stop at fiction. They are stacked with the thunder and light of St. Thomas Aquinas, the razor-sharp discernments of Fr. Chad Ripperger, and the collected wisdom of Popes and Saints, every word about Catholicism and Jesus Christ my Savior fuel for the soul. These are the volumes—sacred and profane, whispered and screamed—that keep me turning pages long past midnight, chasing after truth, beauty, horror, laughter, and the divine. |
If you were a cannibal, what would you wear to dinner?
My Sunday best—black suit, white shirt, boots polished to a preacher’s shine. If I’m gonna stare sin in the face, I might as well look it straight in the eye.