#scotch
Witchcraft and wine
it comes so naturally,
and now that you’re mine
I’m going to actually
try my best not to lose it.
If there’s a bomb then I will defuse it.
If there’s an offer I’ll just refuse it.
If there’s a card to play I’m going to use it.
Because you’ve got me under
Your blanket of stars and mysteries,
connecting our scars and histories.
In parked cars both sighing mystically
and back to the park where I was to shy to try anything.
Sorcery and scotch
you put me in a trance.
If you took it down a notch,
I just might stand a chance
that I’m not going to lose my head,
even with my cheeks burning red
getting brighter as you quietly said
“I’ll meet you tonight in our bed.”
Depriving me of slumber
With your healing touch and cosmic skin,
I’m within your clutch and freely giving in.
It’s too much and you have yet to begin,
removing my crutch and cleansing me of each sin.
I was warned of street magicians
and cautioned with tales of gateway drugs.
To not take my eyes off no matter the conditions,
because that’s when they tend to pull rugs.
“If you fall for one,
you’ll fall for them all.”
But this time I’m done,
I think it’s last call.
With your witchcraft and wine,
you make it look so divine.
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
WHISKEY WISDOM 🎵
by Roger Turner
[Verse 1]
A man is always looking
To get some free advice
So go and find the fellow
Drinking whiskey over ice
Your friends will tell you one thing
While you're both knocking back a beer
But really, I mean really
Is this the stuff you need to hear?
[Verse 2]
Find a whiskey drinker
He'll tell you how to buy a car
He'll share his whiskey wisdom
About what's a good cigar
A man who drinks good whiskey
Whether neat or over ice
Is the best one you can turn to
When you're looking for advice
[Chorus]
🎶 Whiskey wisdom, smooth and slow
Poured out quiet, like you’d know
From an old soul in a leather chair
Who’s seen it all and doesn’t care
He’s not preachin’, he’s just nice
Giving whiskey wisdom over ice 🎶
[Verse 3]
He's made it and he knows it
He's not drinking at the pub
He's sitting in a wing back
Drinking whiskey at the club
He won't talk just to hear it
No small talk or some fad
He’ll tell you straight and simple
The kind of truth that your dad had
[Chorus]
🎶 Whiskey wisdom, smooth and slow
Poured out quiet, like you’d know
From an old soul in a leather chair
Who’s seen it all and doesn’t care
He’s not preachin’, he’s just nice
Giving whiskey wisdom over ice 🎶
[Bridge]
So skip the book, forget the blog
Turn off that podcast monologue
Sit down, pour two fingers right
And listen to a man who’s lived some life
[Final Chorus]
🎶 Whiskey wisdom, tried and true
It’s not just what—but how and who
From love to loss, to deals gone bad
He’ll pour it out, the good and sad
No silver spoon, just lived it twice
Giving whiskey wisdom over ice 🎶
[Outro]
So if you’re lost or need direction
Or just some straight advice
Go get yourself some answers
Sharing whiskey over ice
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 6:56 PM UTC
ah canna mind
the Spring in bloom
the buzzin o' hospital lights
the midwife's panicked rushin'
ti bring air inta ma lungs
or ma polymer palace in beige
ah canna mind
ma mither's greetin', when light
wis still entwined wi her form, before
colour drained fae her perceptions
or the shade o' the devil whit took it
ah canna mind the ald grey hoose
on a cracked black road in the schemes
or the wid paneled livin' room
an' stickin' ti dark leather
dreams planted neatly doon the side.
Apr 22, 2024
Apr 22, 2024 at 2:55 PM UTC
Caffeine.
Nearing addict
status; once spurned pure black
but now it’s my composition.
Jitters
my thoughts;
next round is scotch:
Next, I’m alcoholic.
Yet, withdrawal never latches.
I’m safe.
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
When the sky is on fire and puddles have dried.
The red clouds reflect from the blue of my eyes.
A soft static energy promises night...
A few Scotch and sodas?
I think I just might.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 5:14 AM UTC
Fire stirs gently
In the depths of my chest.
Hot rocks, rolling
The molten stones down to
My stomach. The
Ache is quelled, substitute
To flame. Piping
Cold nectar, as gold,
Drawing only the
Boldest flames, dragon-like,
From my throat, my eyes,
My thoughts,
Invoked. Strong,
Stirring-gold, brazing,
Golden flames. Quell
The pains of my
Productivity.
Sooth the raw burns
Of my purpose,
Or lack thereof.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 7:36 AM UTC
Bill Evans was playing piano
on the record
on her hi-fi.
She had just gone
to fill up our glasses
with scotch.
I lay there on her bed
waiting for her return.
I could hear the jazz piano
and the double bass
and snaring drums
and the gentle beat.
She came back
holding two glasses
with the amber nectar.
I studied how
her two firm *******
stood there naked
and her blue eyes
on me smiling.
She lay the glasses
one each side of the bed
and climbed back in.
We sipped our scotch
and she said about
the phases of the moon
and how the moon's pull
had influence
upon women's
menstrual cycles
and the effect
on some people's minds
what was called lunacy.
The scotch was good
and Bill still played his piano
and she drained her glass
and the talking stopped
and we lay down again
hugging close
listening to rain.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC
Pour me a drink,
A scotch with a gin,
I need to think,
Of life and dreams,
Pour me a drink,
Shot after another,
Don't ask me of my being,
Tomorrow I'll put myself together,
Pour me a drink,
I wanna bask in a perfect sin,
Fix me something right,
And Lemme drink all night,
Pour me a drink,
I'm but a stranger to your eyes,
I have friends to turn to but,
I don't want to drown them with my demise,
Pour me a drink,
Oh, lemme feel my heart pound,
I have a friend coming for me,
So keep em coming til I can see sounds,
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 3:14 AM UTC
You drink to what I have
And don't,
To what I want,
And lost.
Here's to you,
And your bitter soul.
Cheers.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
The curtain of night folds elegantly into place.
Scotch and lip gloss to taste.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
"sturm und drang" sagt ein mann
on the train
it's snowing.
agley they gang, the best-laid plans
plus the pain
of knowing.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
“What’s your favourite drink?
Really old scotch or champagne.”
“Nah!
Her wet lips.”
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
I am Phil
I am Phil
Phil I am.
That Phil I am
That Phil I am
I do not like that Phil I am.
Would you like to drink some Scotch?
No Phil I am. No I would not.
I would not like to drink some Scotch.
Would you drink Scotch on the Rocks?
I would not drink Scotch on the Rocks
I think it tastes like ***** socks
So get down off that Dewars box
I will not drink a Scotch with you
No that is something I won’t do
I might drink ***** might drink gin
But drinking Scotch would be a sin.
Would you drink some Chivas Regal?
I think Scotch should be illegal!
What is it that you do not get?
I just don't like the taste of it!
Scotch just doesn’t suit me well
I do not even like the smell.
Give me wine or give me beer
But don’t talk to me when Scotch is near.
Would you like a single malt?
I don’t like Scotch. It’s not your fault.
Would you try some Lagavulin?
I won’t drink Scotch; I’m not foolin’
I won’t drink Scotch all by myself
With you or anybody else
I hate the smell
I hate the taste
To serve ME Scotch
Would be a WASTE!
Well!! You don’t have to cause a scene
Just try a sip, see what I mean
It’s really not that bad, at all
Don’t drink the bar stuff, drink the call
All the ‘Glens’ are really nice
Drink them neat, add 1 cube ice
One ice cube brings out the taste
Two or more would be a waste.
Try just a sip, and you will see
Then you might drink a Scotch with me.
Oh Phil I am
Oh Phil I am
You wore me down.
Was that the plan?
I guess I’ll let my scruples slip
And try a Scotch – a tiny sip.
Sip. Sip. SSSSippppss.
Oh (licks his lipsss)
This is good. This is really good,
I think that I can taste the peat.
It’s not too smoky, not too sweet
It’s not at all what I expected
Now I’ve got my thoughts collected
My admiration resurrected
I think I like Scotch, Yes it’s true.
I think I'll drink a Scotch with you.
In fact, Phil, I just might have two!
Do you have some Johnnie Walker Blue?
PwL April 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
partying got old in a hurry.
it aged like milk that was bought
a few days before expiration.
and I'm lactose intolerant anyway,
why the **** am I drinking this?
I'm looking for something more mature,
that becomes ripe
with the passage of time,
like 50 year old scotch.
and I'm an alcoholic anyway,
why isn't there a bottle in my hand?
overwhelmed with the thought of you
drinking anything
with anyone else
while I sit here alone
and sip another cup of coffee,
with only the wind to keep me company.
and even he doesn't stay for long.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 2:46 AM UTC
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It was so real.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC
We cover illness with flowers
and flowers die
The inside of my mouth tastes like it is decaying
I hope I lose all of my teeth first
Maybe its just the scotch and *****
But there is a burning in my throat
Maybe it is Satan just making his way out
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 7:27 AM UTC
There's a terrible pounding in your head
It's really annoying
Get it out
Get it OUT
Now it's gone
Oh thank god
You grab a glass
Down its contents
Fill it up
Down again
Up
Down
Up
Down
His face
It's gone
Her pain
It's over
Your pain
You're numb
Peace
Peace
Peace
And the cycle repeats
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
so what would you look like
you know
if you were still here
would you still shoot those guns
that scared the **** out of me
and taught me how to cry
and what about the scotch
would it still linger
and cling to your breath
your stupid laugh
that makes me want to
roll up in a ball
because i miss it
so much
i miss you
i miss it all
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC