common drinking lines

Azure love

A benign mind,

waits to be forgiven,
for the crimes and deeds
committed not by him.

The soul now meshed,
Hanging, to be released,
restless and free,
though wounded and left to bleed.


Chanced upon a stranger,
Who showed the way,
Pounded with glory, peace and love,
Only to take it away.


Who’s the criminal?
The mind, the heart or the foreign skin,
Deep in my thoughts,
I forgive the being.

Tumble, my soul..

Tumble, I tumble,

Tumble so deep down,

and come back again,

You really can't keep me down....

There's a witch singing,

a clown drinking,

boys screaming, girls dreaming,

None of this matters to me,

I play the flute, so shrill and it comes from my heart.

And sometimes the Flute just comes stuck,

It won't dance and it won't play,

Sits like a whore with senses completely been staid,

the frenzy then dies letting the soul escape,

Only to be replaced by another spasm and a foreign shake.

After all that tumble the Flute comes undone,

It sings, rocks, pounces and run,

stopping for a while,

making the most,

and never does the tumble die down....

There is this sea, sand, water and us perched upon the rocks! The sea coming on to us but is stopped by the stones. All that manages to touch us is the surf, roar of the waves and the spray.