Rugby

Elegant violence is what they call it
Gentlemen purge their carnal desires

Drink, Drank, Drunk

We first meet eyes, I take a sip
Into a smile you bend my lip
I look at you and like the taste
I take another gulp with haste

We begin to talk, I swallow you in
You fill me with warmth from stomach to limb
Your smooth words make me dizzy with bliss
And grant me a false sense of confidence

My cup of your love is never empty
I continue to drink, I've had more than plenty
You give me a feeling that clouds my mind
Irrational decision will be made in good time

But who needs to be rational, lets just embrace
As I bring the cup back to my face

Canada

There's a place I like to go
in the north woods, fresh with melted snow,
Where sun and rivers replace roads and lights,
and silence prevails over days and nights.
Where freedom grabs me like a current.

I choose to be here, all alone
in this forest far from home.
Isolated from friends and family
without comforts nor amenities
But am I truly by my lonesome?

I sense a presence in the air;
I look, I feel, I touch, I hear.
I begin to notice the commotion
of life flowing around me like an ocean.
In these small signs of life, I find company.