Tastes that i know of

Flavoured by the size of things by lemongrass and green
tainted by the sounds of music carried overseas
melodies are everywhere i hussle towards the crowd
back to the uncertainty sometimes it can be loud
whistling the question asked, trying hard to run
realising nothing lasts, chewing chewing gum.
Popping sound of bubblegum it twiddles in my ear
bouncy beats and long black boots i see them everywhere
can you remember the sweet humming cry
of all the uncountable things?
of the shadow on its honeymoon of the notion
of the ocean of the sounds of those few waves
we used to watch the airplanes there so high above the sky
the sounds we were familiar with the sounds of cherry pie.
the bakery would bake its bread and sometimes it would pop!
and it sounded like the world would stop.
but then it just carried on.
So shut your ears its way to loud for most the things we like,
the quiet birds the settled hum of wind run over gras,
the willow and the crickets chirpe i wonder what they ask
i wonder if they know it too, the love been taken back.
i tasted love the sweetest thing the taste is pure and sweet
i rarely know which way to go, i can´t stay in my seat.
have you recollected all the sadness in your head?
did you listen to the voices there
and hear what has been said.
I know that there is wrong and right
i know there is a tune
i´ve heard the humble softend sighs
i hear the silence through,
the mumbleing jumbeling straight forward walking,
talking and talking and talking and talking.
Forget the things you knew before
the taste of juice and wine
the diffrent things you hear and learn the water in the pond.
Flickerings and flutterings, the butterflys are often
the only wings that make a sound
and keep our hearts from stoping.
snip snap tip tap, booggle woogle waterslides
childrens games and things we like to keep from realising,
that things in time and things in tune are much alike for sure
that big red smiles and moondshine lights are absolutely pure.
but as we taste them afterall we know that we are hiding
the beauty of the taste itself, we stop it from surviving.

06.09.2007