Gallery

Wanting that specific flavor known to me

While there are a thousand wines around to see

I can drink them all in

Even the sparkle in the eyes of the seller

But I tell her

I want mine

I want to taste what I'm made of

I don't care if it's spicy or bitter

Searching and waiting, but never a quitter

Once it's tasted it can never be unknown

To see yourself up to the very bone

It's quite scary might I say

Not suprisingly the wine spills away

The days go by slow, because something ruminates in the back of my mind

It's a new barrel of grapes fermenting

Like a figment defined

Peace is anything but boring

It is extremely bombastic

Like a bomb that continuesly explodes

But you're in the exact middle of it

Have you ever looked in the eye of a tornado?

That is real peace

It's not serious

It's an endless string of laughter

You laugh wondering how you ever got caught up in the storm, blown far of your center

Now it all makes sense

So how can you but giggle