THE FLOW

The river runs and i taste the water , its no more same
for the sweet apple pie to taste bitter whom shall i blame

The river still runs and the pies i gulp
but the frappe is no more frappe
its all within the blossomed flower overwhelmed by a night
when the wine oozes out of the unsweet grape .

ohh ohh voluptuous honey bees thy sting shall perhaps content me
or shall the the blur profoundness within myself
love love i cant feel for i never came across .

The prolonged longing for the smoke or dew
that i felt will settle on my cheeks , intermingling with tears
yes yes ohh my dear i do feel and fear
the taste of that contaminated tear , it resembles the river .

The sky always awaited beckoning but now that its cloudy
i cant see the stars i dreamt of
i dont blame my plight for i do see the flickering light
sometimes beholding the soil beneath unsure if its the stardust by night .

With a puff so i become smudged to my ambitions
and now i am unseen by no longing, no kiss ,no clouds and no missions
but i still taste that river for i flow with it
i live with it, i love with it, i taste with it, i perceive with it and
i shall dissolve with it no matter what it tastes like
sweet ,salty, frappe, wine or poisons .

But the river wont cease to flow and i shall ,
altering the taste for the other undissolved .