To worthless every bite of food,
To dim all sweetest light,
Are these eternal companies,
My friends and my delight,
For this we truly live,
In love, the good'ing fight,
To draw the golden breath of God,
To love him as our life,
And so to love with deeper heart,
In friends a blessed sight.

The misty way, unblue and blue,
The world that strangely as pierced through,
It's weary veil bleeds cerulean.
Poseidon's trembling breast as he,
In 'ternal rage is scorched from the,
Maternal ocean, falls a blue within unblue.

Writing for the discipline,
To ensure I make at least one thing,
To ensure I tackle tactics of creative sort,
Writing so my mind is taught,
To think along these different lines,
To think upon my gifted humanity sublime.

Spicy rice,
Is peppered with conversation,
And sits sizzling in the wok,
Piled up and content,
Plump with flavour to aid discussion,
As tired prawns sit warm - marinating in spiced grains,
Chicken and chorizo ooze flavour beside.