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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 7/31/2007 5:03:48 PM | I liked it, Eye. Haven't looked over this thread yet, but if the flow works, this'll be my first post. I just now read Eric's post, too.
Truth?!! You can't STAND the TRUTH.
(convincing stagger, pointing finger trails off)
I've been in a bar or two in my time.
not much to report,
for the most part. boring, no rhyme
(to keep poetic and short).
But one time is engraved in my memory
Insomnia. That's what it was. That and
Defiance.
Defiance takes some practice
and I hadn't had much to that point. Twenty-four
years old and willing to stay married.
Godfrey, my husband, was familiar with bars, though.
His favorite stop, getting off the morning shift was Sammy's Go Go.
Sometimes he might not get home till 9:00 p.m. or later
after clocking out at noon, timing off in his calibrator.
Me at home, after work with our son,
choking down broccoli and chicken breast overdone.
So one night when he didn't get in till after ten--
when 4:00 a.m. the next day it all would start again,
My child asleep and my eyes open wide, I announced
"I'm going out, Dear, and you can stay inside."
and I made my way to the Bar next to the Go Go.
Believe it or not it's name was merely, "So So".
I was gone pretty fast and he was tired; The child was in his bed.
He had tried to protest, but I hadn't the slightest concern with what he said.
So I went to So So and there was a man, the only man in sight.
He wore a suit and had chubby cheeks, an after-midnight delight.
A gentleman, he was, tired, but good-natured, accounting was his work.
His wife was a late-night nurse, to pick her up soon, was a deed he wouldn't shirk.
But we talked through the night, I'm sure I didn't get home till after two--
slipped into bed, my husband was still, and I hoped he had slept the night through.
Head on my pillow, relaxed and relieved--I had been lonely and this was no joke--
When all at once, my husband was on me, hands vising in on my bare throat.
Thank God he wasn't a big man, with that much malice upon me.
I jabbed him, broke free, cursed him and then, he curled back up rather sadly.
By then I had learned there are strictly no rules, in this game of love that we play.
His mind so mysterious, was dangerous furious, yet he must go to work that day.
And he, whatever lengths he imagined I might go to appease
learned all bets are off when your innocent one begins to learn how to tease. | |
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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 8/1/2007 11:09:46 AM | Referencing message 48, Truth you're late! Ragnar's whip hand it getting itchy! Grab your gear,... let's go!
To b@stardize a favorite quote:
" That which does not kill us, may still kick us out of the tavern at 4 am! " 
SKOAL! - Erik -  | |
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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 8/1/2007 2:52:56 PM | Home
Vicky’s counting the money,
Phil's talking to Pete,
I swirl the night’s end around,
In a glass of deadening dreams.
A man is loud talking with laughter,
Around the pool table, a cheer, lustily erupts.
The stereos signing about a great girl.
I drift off into a world of my own.
Somewhere in there, there’s a welling,
Forced down and back where it belongs,
I know I’ve got to find some peace of mind.
Perhaps it’s coming to me here in Truth’s bar.
So I raise my glass to all the drinkers,
In every bar and home in our lands.
And with a silent cheers I finish it,
My last moment of happiness, before home.
Keith | |
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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 8/1/2007 6:37:56 PM | Close to midnight and Truth swaggers in..
The boy's wearin a timeless million dollar grin...
Asks where ya goin cause he don't care where ya been...
Dance with me baby, let me teach ya about sin...
Start hip to hip, shooters tip to our lips..
Your hands on my ass, mine grazes the side of your tit...
You need to breath deep baby while I get a grip..
Let me lead baby, and lets let ur rip...
The music speeds up you have a flush to your cheek..
Grinding together ya I know what you need...
Come on in the back I have a private room...
My hand tugs your hair and my tongue makes you swoon...
Whatcha think?, sound good?, I want you here standing with me...
One thing about that Truth guy...
He'll set you free..........
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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 8/1/2007 9:34:35 PM | It’s dark in here.....close to midnight and
Well.....Blue is here ready to groove
Throws a couplea shots down....c’mon baby lets move!
See’s him over there......damn, lookit that smile....
Can’t resist.....those shades and his million dollar ass......
She takes the lead.....cause she’s not shy......you know the girl.....The one with the painted eyes and ruby lips.
Moving in sync....grinding on the floor
Wait....my clothes are drippin’ (with sweat of course)....
Let me take a button down.....
C’mere baby....what’s a little wetness on the...
dance floor......
He does seem to know.....exactly how to move.....
That’s the thing about......that truth guy.....  | |
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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 8/1/2007 10:40:35 PM | Shit I walk on in bathed in black leather odd?
No shit I make em wet with nothing more than a knod...
Black shades telling shadows I sit in the back...
Whips and chains no sh*t I want you poised to my rack...
So what ya got baby that I have never had?...
Three hours alone with me I ain't just a fad...
I'm the best no sh*t I make ya cry out my name...
Cause after ya had me.....
Nothing else will be the same.........
...T.. | |
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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 8/1/2007 10:50:06 PM | Never is the same either
The way he makes ‘em drip
Shades n whips n chains
F@ck that guy is hot...
Arms behind my back
Sittin’ in his rack
Tied up n ready to uhhh.....
There’s no where else to go
Except down baby.......
That’s what I know you need
C’mon you want it bad
In your dungeon huh?
You bring this
to
a
whole
New
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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 8/3/2007 4:43:04 PM | Good one Eric......may take awhile, but I do get to it....
Bring me there.
Thunder, lightning, dark clouds gather...
Best if the timid, just scatter...
No matter, I write hits and ya get this...
Crossbones 'n moonshine, skeletons shattered...
Plush leather 'n shades exploding grenades...
Just like Byron, piss on your grave...
Slaves, new roads paved....
Whiskey sippin mutherfucker, can't be saved...
Soft-tail scream, sweat a demon's wet dream..
More than I seem, make ya all cream....
Wisdom is cold, old, fore-told...
Unrolled, and no shit, down right bold...
Live it 'n believe it, never rest wanna test?...
Necklace of bones, laughing at death...
Deep breath, nothing left, throne I caress....
Wearing the Crown, all black I dress....
They bow, and how, sweat beads on their brow...
Come on in, sing, it's pleasure I bring...
King, walls echo with a time-less ring...
I sit in the shadows 'n watch them dream....
Silent as a nightmare, strength behind the scene.....
So come get a round, move your hips to the sound...
Pantera's loud, as no chains thou art bound....................................
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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 8/3/2007 9:34:32 PM | smooth Oban over ice.....I think
no more better thing to drink
gentle flow
smooth as hell
straight from the highlands
best they sell
pour me another or four
I'll drink tonight till I hit the floor
screw the world outside this bar
truth's bar and grill never too far
great people here
as all do know
pour me another I'm runnin' low
don't talk to much ..myself I don't
prepher to ussually drink alone
drown the day to peaceful rest
find a sweet thing
whole let me rest
my face or whatever upon her chest
can't think of a better place to rest
so pull me off the floor tonight
take me home and I'll treat you right
or leave me here alone and trashed
musics great and my Oban will last
a cigar or three to gently puff
a couple cards to test my luck
the light is low the musics hard
no better life tonight I 'll have
highlandlad | |
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Posted: 8/5/2007 6:41:22 PM |  Good one...Rob........hope you had a good time!
Swagger on in....have a seat at the end
of the bar....where all can be taken in ..and seen
I havn't got much on my mind tonite....
just a drink or a few....for my souls delight
Music can play....really don't care what it is....
as long as the stories it sings aren't like mine
"gimme a cold Budwieser ....and gimme a shot of jaiegermeister....."
Bartender says...."hmmmm...strange blend"
I say " not really....it goes well with my life!"
Before he can get back down to this end of the bar.....
I wave him back....for more.......
bartender says.."Wow.....one of each ...again?"
I say "yeah....what are you writin' a book?"
bartender grins....and he does what hes told.....
He asks me if I would like to run a tab?
"yeah...that will be good for now"
Drinkin my cold ...cold frosty beer.....
feelin' that cloudy feelin' so real.....
Down with the other shot....whoohoo that one hit home!
light me a ciggerette.....as the smoke curls around my head......
The music thats playin' is messin' with my head.....
A little bit country....a little bit rock n' roll............
wishin' I could hear something with a little more soul!
Oh well....said I didnt care anyway...about the music I mean!
So here I stay.....watchin a few dancing on the floor...
A couple of chicks.....and a guy whos their whore!!!
In walks a stranger.....orders Oban over ice........
I pretend not to watch...but I glimpse all the while....
A little preoccupied he seems in demeanor
handsome ...yet rugged.....alittle sad....is all
Bartender swaggers on to the end of the bar....
I say"Send my friend over there another whatever....
for me...just a bud...and another jaiegermeister........"
Bartender does exactly as he is told.....
returns says your friend says 'thanks alot"
as we drink and we smoke....glimpses pass ...as they will
when finally a smile...that sent got through!
Through all of the pain...and lonely...face....he smiles back....
then returns to his drink!
two people playing a game.....of the looks.......
wonder if ever this game could get hot?
After so long.....enough drinks....for me.....
music is sad...and the drinks are hittin me.....
I get up to leave....as I swagger on out.....
A wink. this soldier gave me....and a crooked smile!
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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 8/8/2007 9:25:10 AM | Granddad sticks metal
Old granddad sticks they called him,
Every night in this bar of his life;
Scoffing down the barley and booming,
Their ego’s inflating the night.
He was an old man and not much a drinker.
Never interested, in who was in the pub.
Growing the reputation as the grumpy old corner,
Who could never help anyone else’s night on.
But his grandson one Wednesday joined him,
For a couple of jars and some old two-hand brag.
And over a flush and the head thrusting dribblers,
With their rising and rife ugly birds,
He choose the whiskey, thinking of later;
And the winking of his old knowing eye,
Started a wistful stroking of his old hired cane;
After the shuffling and dealing of a prile.
There wasn’t an unbroken foot in this boozer;
When he’d finished with his wild flailing stick.
And not for such a long time had you locals realised:
He was named for it being both metal and quick.
Well the old granddad served the time that they gave him.
Then returned to this bar which he owns.
Not that any of you locals, ever really knew it:
Because he doesn’t generally tell people that much.
Keith | |
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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 8/10/2007 3:54:45 PM | What?, why is this mirror talking to me?.......
Back from the back-lash hands are out of the cuffs...
Now pass me a 40, while I stifle a rush...
Here take these two fingers, my leather and parifanailia...
Got the BBQ blazin, tonight where burning Bras, good to see ya....
Missed this place, one day I might get a life..
Either that or trip and fall on a knife...
Tho I'm still tryin for the sixth wife cause the other five just can't cook...
But when I think about it, I just married em for their looks..
Maybe that tight ass and those firm plump tits..
Cause hell man, has to be enough for a firm grip..
And I'm done that 40, give me another..
And while I'm throwing the empties....please...
Don't run for cover.
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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 8/10/2007 5:40:43 PM | I sit here quiet in this corner nursin' my poison ,
stay clear of the angry man
I've got a fight in me that you might see eagerly unfold
If you taunt me.
Allow me this quiet corner with my thoughts and I will not hurt you
but find your way across my lines and you will know my wrath
My bottled isolation tonight is my quiet solace
stay clear of the angry man
stay clear of the angry man
It's my night to remember forgettable things. | |
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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 8/10/2007 5:53:35 PM | Keep strumming them soft Jug I'll listen, always have...
I know about the angry man, crossed his path...
Unforgettable things ring cowards are born...
Whether to tear him to pieces, leave him alone, I 'm torn...
I like the sounds that pound and the acoustical pride...
Small tavern large worlds, they should join us inside..
Strip free of those skins, dance, fuck, just be free.....
I'm home from banned camp, Jug's serenading me....
An Artist he is, but shit, so am I.....
But without that soft strumming...
I'd rather die.
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Posted: 8/10/2007 6:21:57 PM |  so true .....without the guitar......where would we be? Lost somewhere between ........the last drink and Infinity?
Guitar player.....with those sweet 10 fingers.........
strumm me some blues....that make my toes tingle...............
makes me wanna get up and dance.........
grabba sweet man.......and hang onto his pants........
rockin' and rollin' softly at first...........
Till that guitar............puts on the sweet curse..........
That's when , I gotta dance by myself..........
get all fired up............just.......wanna melt! | |
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Posted: 8/10/2007 6:38:44 PM | They say what doesn't kill you
will make you stronger....
course I ve never seen you naked...
But love to ponder....
Terse versed a nurse straight over my hood
Pissed of at the claw marks, K, I never understood...
Put me in my place, right where I stood...
Handcuffed, I would have run, if I could...
Back from banned camp, even Truth can hurt...
Now do me a favor, and lift that skirt...
Been locked up for awhile..
Missed the side-ways smile...
Yup, I'm a purve, keep you up all night...
give you what you deserve...
Handcuffed to a tree, don't look at me...
Cause right at the moment...
Neither hand is free..............................................................
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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 8/10/2007 6:49:55 PM |    Handcuffed to a tree, don't look at me...Cause right at the moment...Neither hand is free.........................................................
Now this is a funny........for a nurse...especially........................
one that worked Corrections.......too damn funny!
My dear friend......just a word of advice.............
Never let a nurse handcuff ya to a tree!
The punishment of her demons......may just be set free!
Torture is hard for a purve....in handcuffs!
She may leave you hangin' .......while she goes to get stuff! 
Like big giant needles....and things that go uppppppppp...
somewhere...you don't want to know of.......some 
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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 8/10/2007 7:11:07 PM | Inject me with needles
Tie me too a tree
just promise one thing
that you will not sent me free...
Ya it's just me roll out the carpets...
Make em black, look out for the serpents...
Get me a drink, fvck, just pass the bottle...
Don't mind the smoke, never did have a throttle....
They lay, pray, I just come across the wrong way...
I'm out on the dance-floor, rhythmic sway...
sorry that's your babe?, yeah, never noticed..
Maybe the only thing I want...
If for you to protest it...
I ain't a Poet.
I cream seams and give em all dreams....
Perverted, not always, what I seem.....................
Lick it, love it, make an alter devoid of thought...
mmmmmm, wish SwEt was here, cause she remembers........
What I've taught..................................
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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 8/10/2007 8:58:14 PM | Naughty.......
Fun......
I'm feelin' a beat.....
At a loss.......
Gimme a shot.......
Make me....
Comfortably numb..... | |
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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 8/10/2007 11:05:45 PM | I know it's kinda hokey, but this tread could have also been named;
"And now, for moment of Truth!"
Just a thought! Hahahaha Yeah I'm warped like that! Hahahaha,..
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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 8/10/2007 11:09:10 PM | This thread is hokey, Thats why it is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know
but hey....
Even the Truth is a lie, really man, even deep Canadian guys get bored.
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| Truth's Bar 'n Grill........
Posted: 8/10/2007 11:23:09 PM | Not to you sweet Sophia......
I would get all mushy, but your already lovely,
I can only be me, free, wings of the Raven, me
I will never steal, shape, mold something I already am...
Cause damn, I ain't a poet, it's all a big shame....................................................
I've given my heart, my spirit, my Soul...
Another 20 years well,
I'll write by their bones. | |
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