Wine, the crimson mirror, holds the mind.
Thoughts unravel, pretense bends, secrets spill.
Each sip a key, logic flows, honesty speaks.
The hidden why, intentions bare,
No mask can stay, no lie can thrive.
Wine, a beast, a silent mocker,
Holds the heart yet lets it whisper.
Lovers speak what words forbid,
Unspoken feelings tremble, soft and vivid.
Its fiery burn ignites courage,
Its swirl unlocks trust,
Its depth reveals the soul’s quiet fires.
Oak and vine, history whispers, reason shines.
Scholars and kings, poets and fools,
All find clarity in its ruby pools.
A toast to truths unspoken,
To hearts unguarded, words unbroken.
Wine does not lie, cannot cheat,
It pulls the soul, makes judgment meet.
In its light, reality breathes, and wine just giggles at our foolishness.
The time of vibracy has dissolved
and the crust on my skin, tells me I'm old
days of plodding feet and passive motion
are upon me
my candlelight grows shorter as each day passes
and I become a fungus covered stump
slowly disintegrating
attentive to memories that I still hold
that have been naturally fermented
and cured over time
waiting for my vein raised withering days
to find me
where I'll seek these images of my life's dreams
lost or found
buried in the barrel of my mind
where I'll pluck the most textured ones
to savor, before time devours me
Feed them silage for good milk yield.
Better than grazing in the field.
Inside they come and silage eat
and they delight in tasty treat.
Dry and warm in the shed they stay
munching silage throughout the day.
With alcohol at three percent,
a happy meal from grass-ferment.
They are content and keeping dry
and slowly getting somewhat high.
But some unsteady on their feet
as far too much silage they eat.
Feed them silage for good milk yield.
Better than grazing in the field.
Sake in my hand....
just name your fovorite brand
we'll both try to stand
drunken waxwings spill
yellow belly stained crimson
with wild cherry wine
Muffled noise
Devious ploys
Unkind words
A wound that burns
Words of bitterness
No laughter of sillyness
Held back tears
Unknown fears
Endless complaints
Smiles are faint
Why is everyone mad?
Let go what we had
Feelings of hate
Everything too late
This is not what forms in stomach,
and goes through the intestines,
to be ejected as waste,
This is something that is formed,
by a union of brain,heart and soul,
it rests about there ,
alternating residences now and then,
it is formed at about the time,
you made your first conscious adult thought,
it comprises of ego,anger,lust,hatred,falsehood,
ignorance,jealously,laziness and dishonesty,
it is to name a only a few,
of its attributes,
normally other attributes come along to,
ferment it real well,
My body odours are distinct,
but you could not stand the odour,
of this nerd,
this odour grows more pungent and nauseating,
as I move along in age,
the odour can be felt and not smelt,
it is peculiar of its odour alone,
the odour slowly pervades,
the heart,brain and soul,
till they send it to all body parts,
a day comes when body/soul stop their journey,
part killed by this odour,
but the emanating nerd remains,
and is interred with remains.
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