Cheese

Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.

So here is to the cheesy moments we all seem to have.

The cheesy friends that fills our lives.

The cheesy moments that we wish we never had.

The cheesy moments that takes our breaths away.

And that ridiculous Oder well, it creeps up on all of us once in a while.

Produced by that chip on our shoulder.

The variety of tastes savoured and accompanied

by that water that once was turned in to wine.

So cheers to that sour milk moments,

lets mature and make sour milk moments.

Breathing Ground

When I am alone I see inside of the beauty that could have been

Searching seeking my soul

Holding a breath just to be me

After all that comes and goes just to be

I cry and feel and seek, finding

Holding a breath just to be me 

And in the darkness I move beyond meaning

Each stroke defining my destiny
Each movement creating motion

Hold a breath just to be me

Oh and in the secret I find
that way is in the darkness

Alone with out sincerity of care
the darkness becomes
the feeding ground of the soul

This facade grows thin,
From darkness I find light as the shadows fall

Holding a breath just to be me

Wednesday, 20 October 2010