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LifeIs life a breath in your chestA beating of your heartOr is it a twitch of your footDo we loose a breath when we pass on?What is life?Some say it is a house in the hills A Ferrari tearing down the stretchA party till the break of dawnA Tusker till the last dropBut I ask do we loose a party when we pass onTo me life,Life is when I wake up next to youLife is when I see the laughter in your eyesLife is when I hug you closeFor I loose all life when you walk away

Unsound MindMine is a sound they do not hearYet so loud I am hoarse of shoutingThey say my mind is no good(There is no sound where there should be)I say their hear is no goodBut how will I say if they will not hearAnd what is sound anyway?!!?Sound of a bird, a politician, an Armenian, a pumbavu?To me it is the sound of blood pumping in my veinsThey say sound is when one mind is heard by anotherAnd yet all the animals who were created before men hear me,They all heard me before man came alongAm tiredAnd sad for those who resemble me Do not hear my loud soundThe sound of natureThe sound of blood in my veinsThe sound of my heart skipping a beatThe sound of my eyes staringTake a walk in my mindSigned The Unheard Mind

Who are youWho are you really deep inside,Are you blue like the deepest ocean,Calm, giver of life ,larger than lifeYet in the shadows lurks the menacing jaws of a sharkOr are you red, flaming red fire,Full of passion,heat,energy,lust,vibrantScorching your way through lifeNever burning out but burning all you touchWho are youAre you green like mother natureA forest of the amazonA breath of fresh airYet suffocating all who live beneath youOr are you jus plain old blackSo evil the devil has you on speed dial,Pure evil flows in your veinsFunny though it takes one little candle to alter your whole beingWho are youWe run through life looking for a paint job,Yet we hardly know our base coatYou cant paint in the darkStep into the light,See who you areBask in who you areBe all you areAnd then you can say?..I am ?.for I am.

My BeerThe tower of pizza that does not leanBut makes men lean to it For strength and courage while it dare not be eitherThrough the of it ?tis filled with cool sweet lifeThat may turn life hot and bitterAfter a meeting at its summitMy beerCross both worlds my tower may,For the wealthy splay it in abundanceAnd the poor dance to its tuneProve a mans worth it willBut degrade a mans soul it willThe tower that does not leanMy beerA vice or a virtue?The forbidden place or a welcome home?We seek in this tower a place While we pray we would be outside itMy tower, my downfall, My anchor, my follyMy Beer.