When looking for people, you'll always find food. So look for food, and you'll find friends. Cause that's how it always ends : with good food on their hands, a table surrounded by friends.
I hope you're enjoying a nice juicy whole roasted pig wherever you are mister Anthony Bourdain. You will be missed. This little ridiculous poem I just improvised obviously doesn't convey the amazing legacy you left behind, nor the incredible person you were. Thank you for sharing your adventures with the rest of the world : they've always been truly inspiring.
They tell me "Be a warrior not a worrier" But where is my armour, my sword and my helmet ?
You state such a claim, but where should I aim ? Who is the enemy, the one to be defeated ? Please point at it now so this journey can be completed, for I'm tired to allow my mind to doubt so desperately.
I wish you'd hand it to me on a plate. But hey, what's the fun in this mate ? If the path is too straight, how will I learn to trust my own fate without a string to follow ? I guess my fear I'll just have to swallow.
Oh Brother, On your quests always so diligent To accomplish what you seek My efforts remain negligent My body tired and weak Though we share the same blood And grew up in the same hood Your mind found its way Among words to stay While mine got away So foggy and stray
Our hearts, Stepping out of the same closet Yours fueling your strive Mine consuming to survive Yours building a mindset Mine still looking for an outset
Oh Brother, You ran to a land faraway Just when I found I could relate So I used this gateway To be able to articulate For expressing myself face to face Would only unwholesomely convey What my mouth could no longer retain
Oh Brother, What should I do to snap out Of this prone position, so tightly bound ? I’ve wiped my tears and shout But still can't loose the pound And this obsession with loosing Got me trapped into this tunnel
Vision of Gideon Where can I find you? Is it a person?