I'll rhyme the words to rein the raging tide
and whip the pains and blues away with verse.
I'll make my rhythms like a saddle ride
to lash away the sorrows, splash the worse.

Who said that words can't speak and shout , engage
to heal the souls that always weep and grieve ?
Who said that words can't lull the hearts in rage?
They've got a worthy message, I believe.

Twenty years have passed
since my best friend and i had spoken last

Originally legitimate reasons of concern quickly turn
into more profound statements of deterioration learned

Living in worry , based on mental stability ,
are leading causes of disappearances in most major cases

Anorexic indignations self- induced by lack of conformity
in societies reality leads to the harsh realism of the seriousness
in this situation

Along the course I often go
a narrow twisting two lane road
lies a tract whose owner I don't know
bereft of even one abode

Country land not far from town
a mix of forest and fallow glade
years since any hay mowed down
there by men who scorned cool shade

Though unposted, I've not roamed this place
but I've every time slowed down to look
and think to test my halting pace
in search of a suspected brook

I was birthed in a rush,
i must hurry,
rise i must
to the surface to burst.
U see when the bottle tips beer into this vessel the race has begun.
We all shoot for a breather,a s we froth together,
in much haste we brim over
I was born a bubble,hav e a natural fear of colliding with others thus I dodge trouble mummy says i am an escapist, whatever that means. I escape thats what I do
2.
We are all candidates of the Pour for its the tipping point
when the open bottle neck is at a lower altitude to the base.