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 Sep 2016
The Fire Burns
Murderous thoughts and deeds
once loose, likely breeds
causing pain for victim and witness
testing, physical and mental fitness
Full moon, no hint of breeze
dreadful odor, stifle a sneeze

Peeking around the corner I seek
source of the smell, that sickly reek
hooded man, a plain white van
dumping bodies in the dumpster can

It floats in the air
I dare not stare
Oh lord

I hide, and dare not retch
I just might be a victim next
quickly van pulls on the street
did not look, an 18 wheeler meet

It floats in the air
I dare not stare
Oh lord

Through the flames, I see eyes plead
I am inclined to let him burn and bleed
quickly paying for his sins
throwing bodies in trash bins

smell of death replaced with smoke
I light one up, take a ****
Listening for sirens, song
Cops on way, it won't take long

Report the bodies and the crash
the culprit is already ash
was I wrong not rendering aid
I hope my soul I did not trade

It floats in the air
I dare not stare
Oh lord
Based on Phil Collins  " In the Air Tonight"
 Sep 2016
The Fire Burns
Thursday at noon
hit the road
done for the week
lighten my load

Cold beers calling
out my name
party all weekend
call up the gang

BBQ brisket and *******
maybe fishing, or hit the dance hall
country music, turned way up loud
waiting on my woman, I make the call

I'm out till Tuesday
and that's ok
need a break from workdays
settle the mind and the soul
forget work and lets go play

All day Friday at the lake
****** Mary's mixed and ready
drop the boat in
and run it steady

Skiing and laughing
with some friends
watching the sun set
in the end

I'm out till Tuesday
and that's ok
need a break from workdays
settle the mind and the soul
forget work and lets go play

Saturday headed to the mountain
hunt some sheds, do some hiking
the air is clear and its cool
all of this is too my liking

Gather wood, for a fire tonight
to keep us warm as temperatures drop
jack and coke  in my cup
listen to the fire pop

I'm out till Tuesday
and that's ok
need a break from workdays
settle the mind and the soul
forget work and lets go play

Sunday morning, driving home
taking our time, all alone
shady spot, all secluded
for work, time, I'll now atone

Blanket down, made of fleece
in the woods, afternoon delight,
no one sees
though the sun shines bright

I'm out till Tuesday
and that's ok
need a break from workdays
settle the mind and the soul
forget work and lets go play

Monday comes, back home again
mow the grass, take out the trash
fix the sink that, began to leak
this long weekend has been a dash

Monday night, on the couch
football game, as steaks grill
a long deep kiss, from my wife
long weekend ending thrill

I'm out till Tuesday
and that's ok
need a break from workdays
settle the mind and the soul
forget work and we did play
 Sep 2016
The Fire Burns
You can go back home,
leave my, America well enough alone,
we liked it when it all made sense,
now politically correct, dumb and dense.

If you love from where you came,
then stay there and play your game,
don't try to change us to your way,
it's already happened to much today.

We love our flags and heritage too,
you're the one that came, go home if it offends you,
we like bacon and chicken and lots of beef,
if it bothers you, go ahead and leave.

We like our beaches with bikini-clad girls,
I'm not sorry if that rocks your world,
we like beer and lots of whiskey,
makes us feel good and women frisky.

We like our women to be seen and heard,
you cannot cage her, she's a free bird,
if your offended and I'm sure you are,
get out, hop a plane, truck or car.

We pray to god and Jesus h Christ,
we say merry Christmas, let our lights shine bright,
we speak English and use dollar bills,
watching football gives us a thrill.

If the bottom of our foot or our left hand,
bothers you then you can leave our land,
we wear shoes and use toilet paper,
we don't condone *** with little boys either you *****.

Don't come here and expect free ****,
stay at home, **** your momma's ***,
black, white, red, yellow or brown,
if you love this country, you can stay around.

But quit trying to change our ways to your countries stuff,
we are tired and had just about enough,
so if you want us to conform, don't even try,
just pack your ****, don't even say goodbye.
This is likely offensive to several groups of people, but if you immigrate to America, then conform to our ways, if you prefer your home ways then stay there and I think we should do the same.
 Sep 2016
The Fire Burns
Gravel, dirt or old blacktops
cruising around, not many stops
through a pasture or tunnel of trees
backroad therapy sets your soul free

Driving around, might even get stuck
No high dollar cooler in back of my truck
Just an old igloo, full of beer on ice
Drink them to fast for that yeti price

Backroads and beer
Nobody else here
No cops around
Jamming country sounds

Just me, my lady, my old red heeler
Flip channels, check score, cowboys and Steelers
Blanket and a picnic behind the seat
Pull over in the shade for an afternoon treat

Might stop at the creek for a skinny dip
Squeeze her tight and kiss her lips
Chasing each other and splashing water
Keeping cool as the evening gets hotter

Backroads and beer
Nobody else here
No cops around
Jamming country sounds

Mountains blue, pop the top
This is so fun may never stop
Out in the country is the place to be
No suit, no tie, completely free

Ol red starts barking, sees a rabbit
Pull over, he jumps out to grab it
The chase is on, we watch and see
Reds tongue is flapping but rabbit ran free

Backroads and beer
Nobody else here
No cops around
Jamming country sounds
 Sep 2016
The Fire Burns
Pop the top, love that sound
Especially with friends around
Couple of sips with lime and salt
Wondering if enough beer was bought

Can in my hand, it's getting light
Sun is going down, man it’s bright
Slip my shades back down off my head
Walked up to my buddies and this is what I said

Is my can half full or at the half empty line?
They simply nod and wait for the punchline
Asked again, I said did you hear?
I’m simply halfway to another beer!

Finally dark, stories are being told
About the glorious days of old
Football tales and fishing trips
Las Vegas winnings, piles of chips

Buddy twists a can and walks away
Tries to be subtle knows the game I play
He is at the cooler and I holler sensuous
Knows what I mean, brings back one for each of us

Chugging beer right on down
When I hear that sloshing sound
Know what that means?, Room in the can!
At the halfway mark once again

Is my can half full or at the half empty line?
They simply nod and wait for the punchline
Asked again, I said did you hear?
I’m simply halfway to another beer
 Sep 2016
The Fire Burns
Camper parked by the lake, Friday Afternoon
feet in the water under an early rising moon
cooler full of sonic ice, and margarita mix
blender on the table soon it will fix

Chile pepper party lights already in full glow
guitarron beat hits hard in the mariachi flow
discada full of shrimp as the friends arrive
drinks and shrimp fajitas, let you know you are alive

Meteorites streak a trail across the August night
moon smiles like the Cheshire cat, not sharing much light
bikini-clad women dance to the Mexican beat
the stars and ladies are a stunning visual treat

Cozumel is where you make it
no matter how far from home
Friends and food and lots of *****
you just made port on your cruise
Summer Sun or summer night
Tequila tasting makes you feel right

Saturday morning, skiing and fishing
it's not the tropics, but its better than wishing
Sombrero on my head to shade the summer sun
sitting in my bag chair in the water lots of fun

Lounge chairs on the beach, bikinis on display
splish splash and laughter as the women play
while we a just miles, from our home station
having a good time, just like we're on vacation

Guys gather around, for Cuban cigars
day drifts into the night's beautiful stars
Couples start slow dancing in the summer night breeze
lots of contented sighs let out with a loving squeeze

Cozumel is where you make it
no matter how far from home
Friends and food and lots of *****
you just made port on your cruise
Summer Sun or summer night
Tequila tasting makes you feel right
 Sep 2016
The Fire Burns
On the beach, relaxed
in my chair just kicked back
a little country on the radio
feel like I'm in Mexico

The blue igloo sweats
bikini girl, great assets
Panama hat on my head
out in the surf, being led

Come back in and dry off
reach into that icy trough
golden bottle, need a lime
pop the top tastes just fine

back in my chair, with my beer
to my buddy, I say cheers
Cuban cigar, why fight
bite the end and light

Take a puff and a sip
feels so good on my lips
relaxing good, I sit back
for nothing, do I lack
 Sep 2016
The Fire Burns
Music is my rhythm muse
sometimes though it blows a fuse
as the bass down beat rains
fries the cells inside my brain

Then I become like cypress hill
always looking for a thrill
or maybe more like Sting
or maybe its more like Bing

Crooning low and slow
all the ladies feel my flow
and they snap along in time
dropping ******* on a dime

Up on shoulders, concert scream
I think I'm living in a dream
But I'm singing in my car
not really being a rock-star

I'm a legend in my mind
an undiscovered gem, a find
Except on nights at the bar
Karaoke time I'm a star
 Sep 2016
The Fire Burns
Riding high up above them
listening to the chain clinking
what was I thinking
climbing way up here

Everybody thinks I'm insane
so they bind and try to hide me
somewhere institutionally
but I always escape

I am damaged but I'm alright
the stars and my future are bright
someone turn on the light
so I can get this thing going right

Travelled all over the planet
and discovered it's spreading
the ******* virus we're dreading
with lightning fast speed

I want to write and post
much better than most
but it is a hard game
to start playing

I am damaged but I'm alright
the stars and my future are bright
someone turn on the light
so I can get this thing going right

I send up ideas all the time
tied tight to balloons
released from saloons
where I have been drinking

Mental voices in my head
are asleep and deep breathing
when they should be screaming
what do you think, hit the alarm or just go on without them

I am damaged but I'm alright
the stars and my future are bright
someone turn on the light
so I can get this thing going right

the flag whips in the wind
my mind is full of sin
about the girl across the street
I hope to meet

I have smiled and waved
but I hadn't shaved
so I didn't do it till
they drove off

I am damaged but I'm alright
the stars and my future are bright
someone turn on the light
so I can get this thing going right
What song is this inspired by




Flagpole Sitta
 Sep 2016
The Fire Burns
Sittin’ on the beach, in Cancun
Suns overhead it, must be noon
Don’t really know ain't been to sleep
My souls on ice, I guess it’ll keep

My Costa’s are filtering out the sun
I seem to be suffering from too much fun
Only one cure, I need another drink
Maybe then my clouded brain can think

Summer time in old Mexico
Have a good time when we go
Drinking and smoking and having fun
Swimming and snorkeling, soaking up the sun

Bikini clad waitress, strolls the line
Cuba Libre please, don’t forget the lime
Swaying cheeks, a pleasure to see
Maybe later on, just her and me

I can’t wait, slowly follow to the bar
Panama hat and a Cuban Cigar
Strolling along, while I watch her sway
Can only imagine, if I had my way

Summer time in old Mexico
Have a good time when we go
Drinking and smoking and having fun
Swimming and snorkeling, soaking up the sun

Puffing smoke, we arrive at the bar
The bartender winks, I stuff a tip in her jar
Hands me my drink, I squeeze the lime
Having so much fun it’s bound to be a crime

Mexican girls and ******* tourists
Equal opportunity, hey! I’m no purist
Seeing the sights, and doing well
Summer beach, and I'm feeling swell


Yeah, summer beach, im'a feelin' swell
feelin' swell....
Aaaaaaarrrriiiiibaaaaa
 Sep 2016
The Fire Burns
Friday afternoon trying to get home.
On down this dusty road, I must roam.
Barstools and Banjos on the radio.
Moccasin Creek kicking hick-hop flow.

Windows down in my pick-up truck.
Behind this 18 wheeler I am stuck.
Heavy traffic on the oil field road.
Off till Monday, I'm furloughed.

Pretty wife and a couple kids.
In the front yard on my cooler lid.
It’s full of beer and the charcoals hot.
To grill some redfish I had caught.

Couple months ago in the bay.
Gonna be one hella buffet.
Friends are coming with *** luck.
Ready to grill this corn in the shuck.

Beer is flowing and the food is good.
Send the kids to start gathering wood.
Bonfire burning and were feeling great.
Sitting around on an old milk crate.

All of a sudden the cops show up.
Their off duty just want to fill a cup.
Laughing and talking old times.
Feeling this good ought to be a crime.

All of the kids have gone to sleep.
I pray this great feeling, I can keep.
Pretty wife and I, are headed to bed.
Make a little love and rest our heads
 Sep 2016
The Fire Burns
BBQ cookin, Jack and Coke,
sitting on the porch waiting on some folks
Ready to party when they arrive
supposed to be here just after five

Its a party with family and friends
when it starts who knows when it ends
Having fun, as the sun goes down
singing songs and getting down

Have a cup
fill it up
red solo, or Dixie
whiskey, tea or pepsi
your gonna need a drink
and some time to think

Its a party with family and friends
when it starts who knows when it ends
Having fun, as the sun goes down
singing songs and getting down

Fajitas are done time to eat
Onions and peppers, two kinds of meat
all the toppings are on the table
pile them on, if you are able
Dinner done
Time for fun

Its a party with family and friends
when it starts who knows when it ends
Having fun, as the sun goes down
singing songs and getting down

Liquid courage for what's to come
a little dancing, don't be glum
Find a partner, cut a rug
grab your cup, take a chug

Its a party with family and friends
when it starts who knows when it ends
Having fun, as the sun goes down
singing songs and getting down

Big screen TV set up outside
Karaoke machine, sing with pride
doesn't matter if you're good, just have fun
singing away with the sinking sun

Don't stop Believing and Crazy train
We have them all just don't strain
Clap for  all and tease a few
Its a loud rambunctious crew

Its a party with family and friends
when it starts who knows when it ends
Having fun, as the sun goes down
singing songs and getting down
 Sep 2016
The Fire Burns
Friday Afternoon, it’s time to blow
load it all up and away we go
kids in the back with a bag of snacks
gone for the weekend, but we'll be right back

Dog in her lap and the wife riding shotgun
driving down the highway out running everyone
bare feet on the dash and the radio playing
country music, hip hop, and rock, and were singing

We know every lyric of every song
when we sing the ride, don't take as long
but whining and asking makes the truck slow down
we will gas, eat and *** in the next town

All of a sudden, I'm the only one awake
driving down the highway not taking a break
we'll get there sometime, 6-10 hours
the miles on and on the truck devours

Whether it’s to Raton, the Deer lease or Home
awhile it takes, bugs dying on chrome
of the bumper or the windshield,
seeing deer and turkey in the field

Next to the road, as we go by
or looking at stars in the night sky
sometimes its clouds that pass the time
depending on season or current clime

I've seen a rat, and once Alfred Hitchcock's profile,
never know what the clouds will make in the next mile
sitting and Riding and Riding and Sitting
getting kind of tired but I’m not giving

Up the wheel, even though I'm tired
mile upon mile tired but wired
if I'm in a car, I'd just as soon be steering
needing some tea, Gas station is brewing

It’s getting late, we're almost there
tomorrow morning, waking up without a care
got all Saturday to do why we came
hunting, fishing, or visiting, get it done just the same

Had a lot of fun, but like journeymen
Sunday morning do it all again

Back to work Monday
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