"Take it to the limit" as i
Have a "peaceful easy feeling"
I will be Already gone"
When I leave your "Lyin eyes"
Drinking a " Tequilla Sunrise"
"After the Thrill is gone"
Then "Take it Easy"
Sending the "Best of my Love"
While I still Live "Life in the Fast Lane".
A Tribute to The Eagles.
w.t. Bacon
Please rate 1-10
(1 Santa would be proud or
10 A coal in your stocking!)
A white Christmas in Chicagee don't make no sense
Bout time we skeedaddle, let good times commence
So where to go, my darlin' Maggie and me
As we swig down our egg nog and pack our tree?
The lil' miss and I'll be spendin' this Christmas
Way down yonder on the Panama Isthmus
There's a honky-tonk there on the ol' canal
Tequilla will be flowin' for me and my gal
A seven-mag earthquake had come in a blink
And look what it done to my bathroom sink
It had broken it all up
So, I found a good cup
And I poured myself a very cold drink
The water had tasted nasty for real...ha
So, I gave it to my ex-girlfriend Sheila
She drank most of it up
Then she handed me the cup
The hell with water, I drank Tequilla
Grow the glow of love on wings of your domestic dove
Satiate and ingratiate appetites of your petite partner
Pour gratitude with the right attitude into pots of gifts from above
Fete your lover with a commitment cover on the visage of Mount Etna.
Satiate and ingratiate appetites of your petite partner
Practice perseverance and persistence in your romance
Fete your lover with a commitment cover on the visage of Mount Etna
Exercise extreme etiquette to bestow bliss in every circumstance.
Practice perseverance and persistence in your romance
Fight for the right to bite blisters of boasts
Exercise extreme etiquette to bestow bliss in every circumstance
At the right time, avail avenues for Tequilla toasts.
Fight for the right to bite blisters of boasts
Pour gratitude with the right attitude into pots of gifts from above
At the right time, avail avenues for Tequilla toasts
Grow the glow of love on wings of your domestic dove.
A Cheating wife,
A man next door,
A tired life,
Tequilla on the floor.
A dead-end job,
A broke home,
My castle robbed,
Of its sacred throne.
Her wounds cut deep,
Her eyes just hate,
She doesn’t feel the heat,
And her period’s late.
I long to solve,
With my own hands,
And leer down at,
A dying man…
She lies to me,
She bathes in sin,
Thinks I don’t se
What she does with him.
I could go,
It hurts to stay,
But somehow I’ll
Make that woman pay.
Ten years gone,
No longer twenty,
She just wants more,
When I gave her plenty.
Another path,
Is mine to play,
She’s not alone,
I can play this game.
So to the city,
And too the bars,
I’ll find another,
I will make my mark.
I’ll find a girl,
Young, fit, and hot,
And do with her
What my wife will not.
And in the end
One day she’ll see
The price of her man,
Is my midnight lady.
That day the pain,
I’ll see in her eyes,
And she’ll know what
Eats at me inside…
Two swigs of tequilla
Strawberry Daiquri
A pair of scissors
Some anger
Pain
Emptiness
An arm and a leg
Meke a good time
For shedding some blood
Tears anyone?
Breaths feel cool
Taste rebelious.
DIE ARISE
WHENEVER I WAKE UP AND ARISE
I AM TOO ALARMED TO OPEN MINE EYES
DUE TO YOUR GOD FOR CREATING MORE SORROW
AND THE FURTHERERNCE OF FEAR FOR YET ANOTHER TOMORROW
WHAT WILL I DO WITH THIS BRAND NEW DAY?
I SUPPOSE I SHALL SIMPLY ATTEMPT TO CHASE MORE DEMONS AWAY
WILL I FEAR THE PUTRIFIED AIR I AM FORCED TO SUCK IN?
WHICH IS JUST DESERTS FOR MANKINDS EVERY SIN?
WILL I WEEP FOR THE TREES, FLOWERS AND POLLUTED SEA AIR
AND CRY FOR THAT WHICH HUMANITY IS DOING TO THE RAIN FOREST THAT I CONSIDER UNFAIR?
WILL I LOOK AT THE DESTRUCTION OF BEAUTY I CANNOT TAKE FOR GRANTED,
AND THINK ABOUT THE PUTRID GROUND IN WHICH TOO MANY OF MY FRIENDS CORPSES ARE PLANTED?
WILL I CURSE YOUR GOD FOR THE HORROR AND HORRENDOUS NATURE OF THINGS HE HAS WILLED,
WHILST CONDEMNING HIM FOR THE LITTLE INNOCENTS HE BI-MONTHLY HAS KILLED?
ALL I CAN DO IS FEAR, BE FRIGHTENED AND FRET
AND TAKE ANOTHER SHOT OF TEQUILLA THAT MIGHT ALLOW ME TO FORGET
(C) 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
P.S. IN CASE YOU'VE NEVER HEARD IT A SINGER NAMED DALLAS HOLMS HAS A SONG ENTITLE "RISE AGAIN" AND IT IS AMAZINLY INSPIRATIONAL!
Do you think poetry is a balance between creativity and torment?
Do you think poetic words crush the wrath of giants?
Even when my wine is sweet I always find a tequilla worm floating at the bottom
In my basement of blackness is where I will draw my last breath
Absence of comfort is blackening my soul
Starving for what was robbed from my heart
I don't want to suffer in solitude any longer
My beautiful soul stained by my lonely tears
Because nurture that was rightfully mine was
Given away to seductive vultures
My life has always been a game and
I am sick of playing
Now when I die in my oven you'll know why
My life depleted
Will you show up at my funeral?