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This beer is not feeling me because the whiskey isn’t cutting it no-more Loud music Smokey joint blurred vision give me tempo bass and drums Sunday morning coming down the sun is up praying for a drop of wine Today the next followed by the smell of hay don’t you worry I’ll be they I was carried up to hilly Billy heaven last night and heard the angel's lullaby Dried up like a summer breeze the whiskey isn’t cutting it no more I know knot what for Guitar strings hanging on the celling midnight whistle of a rumbling train I guess Battered with cuts and bruises I ‘am a mess the jailer man shove me to my rest Stuck up here in prison don’t know what I’ve done want to go back home can I pass the test The echo of a canyon past my back door dangling shackles on my back Still, Sunday morning coming down whiskey breathe a slow red death Yet the beer is not filling me because there ain't anymore whiskey no darn more Copyright Poetry Oasis / Kenvil Atkins Lewis

Wiskey Heaven

WOULD BE SONG LYRIC

LIFE BIVOUAC

LIFE BIVOUAC

Words from the heart spoken are never a lie

choose your words carefully and let them fly

Kind words are spoken with love my oh my

Cruel and harsh words what a shame to die

on your lips are poisons dart stinks like a fat

Pass on a good word if you have a pure heart

Love your enemies was it not written at that?

The heart reveals one true colour where it is at

So today begin your day its just plain facts

That the love you give has not been wasted on Jack

To be redeemed yes all through your life’s bivouac

Kenvil Atkins Lewis poet. Timeless Poetry Series / Raw Energy