Bora born
Purple wine _
Think of them as languages
we've made up to fill our minds
a new one for each belief
and old ones to reach inside.
Shared beliefs flow like language
spun in thought from like minds
connecting with each other
drawing close in measured time.
Each one draws emotion to
link feelings like ageing wine.
Talk the talk and walk the walk
check your stride, to speak your mind.
Now try to tell another
of beliefs you hold so tight
he no savvy, she no like
what on earth you talk about
In sympathy or conflict
or else somewhere in between
you'll find your real position
to relate to what they mean.
By how much you understand
this new language of their mind
and how you learn to filter
thought, like aging purple wine.
Intertwined and meaningful
vocal tones whisper at play
those thoughts boxed up with meaning
mind the builder, will the way.
Threading through each mental box
lurid themes of right and wrong
give them all that common look
false fears on fragile bones.
Spin the boxes, toss them round
and please close your eyes this time
choose which one you like the most
and now see what lurks inside.
Open it and listen close
to the rumours and the fears
especially the ones, that will
bring you close to purple tears
to stain and crease or strain your
face, each time you drink this wine
repeating the emotion
shapes your lot, and fools your brain.
purple the colour of life _
- O -
© nov 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
we've made up to fill our minds
a new one for each belief
and old ones to reach inside.
Shared beliefs flow like language
spun in thought from like minds
connecting with each other
drawing close in measured time.
Each one draws emotion to
link feelings like ageing wine.
Talk the talk and walk the walk
check your stride, to speak your mind.
Now try to tell another
of beliefs you hold so tight
he no savvy, she no like
what on earth you talk about
In sympathy or conflict
or else somewhere in between
you'll find your real position
to relate to what they mean.
By how much you understand
this new language of their mind
and how you learn to filter
thought, like aging purple wine.
Intertwined and meaningful
vocal tones whisper at play
those thoughts boxed up with meaning
mind the builder, will the way.
Threading through each mental box
lurid themes of right and wrong
give them all that common look
false fears on fragile bones.
Spin the boxes, toss them round
and please close your eyes this time
choose which one you like the most
and now see what lurks inside.
Open it and listen close
to the rumours and the fears
especially the ones, that will
bring you close to purple tears
to stain and crease or strain your
face, each time you drink this wine
repeating the emotion
shapes your lot, and fools your brain.
purple the colour of life _
- O -
© nov 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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Purple wine _
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