Tongue

 

lead me back to the times of laughter 

the banguets flooded with wine

and lard by my rhimes 

of the mere quantities of food used

consumed in harmony with 

the tune of a flute

finding its way down to the bowls

of overfed gentlemen 

nourished by gentle women

in front of a pleasant fire

they admire

telling tales 

as forcefull as gales 

blowing the truth away

the taste of a tongue became

an addiction and a conviction

(c) JR. 2013

Times do change

just one more time, will I go out there
see them once again, look if they have
changed, too bad if they have

take my car and drive it down, they're
still around live a life quiet like, I don't
find what  I've left there's nothing there
for me to take back

we've forgotten how to talk along the same
lines, their eyes sre shifty, voices leaving trail
we're staging a play

I decided not to stay, they're almost glad to
see me go away, a tension's in the air, no time
will I spare, we've drifted apart

no matter the talk, we've drifted apart
we smile, we don't laugh, it's no more
in the heart

(c) JR.