DAVID UR FUCKING AWESOME
SPRAY BOTTLES
Spray bottles always fascinated me
The way hundreds of particles shoot out into the air
Each heading toward their own destination
Even more fascinating
Is the way the sun hits each particle
Giving them all their own distinct beauty
They flutter about in the air
Moving this way and that
With each random breath taken
Yet eventually they all land
Scattered about by a random selection
And in each place they land they leave a distinct mark
Its their beauty and unpredictable ways that intregue me
I find them to be like humans
In our very own world
Each drop starts in its home and then is pushed out
They are the scattered about the world to land in a specific part of the room
Each one bringing the distinct properties of its original home
Yes they are like humans
Some fated to travel to far off corners of the room
And some never to leave the bottle
It is in this manner that i see people
And it is also in this way that i see spray bottles
Yhus we as a group are no more special than a spray bottle
It is only when we look at each individual
Does the true beauty of the bottle appear
We are all different and yet all the same
It all depends on the strength of the breath and the angle of the sun
BY: MY FRIEND DAVID LANGVA
PEPPER
I always did like pepper
It is a very noble spice
With its taste and smell
It influences food in many way
It gives it dynamics
And can pull together an entire meal
I have had many things with pepper
Perhaps my faveorite is rice
Two plain things made special together
In a way I hope I resemble pepper
I hope I spice up life and give it flavor
But most of all I just hope people like pepper
BY: MY FRIEND DAVID LANGVA
Keys
Keys are strange objects
They only have one purpose
And can only be used on one thing
In the entire universe
Each key has its own special patter
And each one opens its own specail lock
They can open doors to rooms filled with beauty
Or they can lock those filled with evil and hate
I feel as if I am strange like the key
I open doors of beauty and hold others closed
While the owner locks it
For that is the only way to keep them shut
However I am different from the key
For I am limitless
And am only idle and useless
When no one can remember or say what I've tought
BY: MY FRIEND DAVID LANGVA
Spray bottles always fascinated me
The way hundreds of particles shoot out into the air
Each heading toward their own destination
Even more fascinating
Is the way the sun hits each particle
Giving them all their own distinct beauty
They flutter about in the air
Moving this way and that
With each random breath taken
Yet eventually they all land
Scattered about by a random selection
And in each place they land they leave a distinct mark
Its their beauty and unpredictable ways that intregue me
I find them to be like humans
In our very own world
Each drop starts in its home and then is pushed out
They are the scattered about the world to land in a specific part of the room
Each one bringing the distinct properties of its original home
Yes they are like humans
Some fated to travel to far off corners of the room
And some never to leave the bottle
It is in this manner that i see people
And it is also in this way that i see spray bottles
Yhus we as a group are no more special than a spray bottle
It is only when we look at each individual
Does the true beauty of the bottle appear
We are all different and yet all the same
It all depends on the strength of the breath and the angle of the sun
BY: MY FRIEND DAVID LANGVA
PEPPER
I always did like pepper
It is a very noble spice
With its taste and smell
It influences food in many way
It gives it dynamics
And can pull together an entire meal
I have had many things with pepper
Perhaps my faveorite is rice
Two plain things made special together
In a way I hope I resemble pepper
I hope I spice up life and give it flavor
But most of all I just hope people like pepper
BY: MY FRIEND DAVID LANGVA
Keys
Keys are strange objects
They only have one purpose
And can only be used on one thing
In the entire universe
Each key has its own special patter
And each one opens its own specail lock
They can open doors to rooms filled with beauty
Or they can lock those filled with evil and hate
I feel as if I am strange like the key
I open doors of beauty and hold others closed
While the owner locks it
For that is the only way to keep them shut
However I am different from the key
For I am limitless
And am only idle and useless
When no one can remember or say what I've tought
BY: MY FRIEND DAVID LANGVA