Dust & Dirt

Across the sea

Looking through

An oval window

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Extraordinary blue

With pearl white foam

Lies a land

of marooned convicts

story telling indigenous

New beginnings await

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Leaving this town

Dark is the night

When the owl gazes over

Bright yellow eyes a soulful desire

A whirlwind of life casts over

Batten down, ride out this town

In the morning wake, take time

Leave it all behind, a grumbling ache

Never ceases to entertain

To question how we live

A forgotten delicious

Spirit of Gold

It’s a grey field

Where black is red

And red is black

Our minds wander

In space and time

We lose our selves

Lose our spirit

Lose our hearts

Walking by the field of gold

We don’t see

Where beauty lies

anymore

We don’t know

We are blinded

By flesh n bone

11:32pm – Thoughts

Nighttime rain

Echoing black silver

Ribbons sling across the deep dark

Theatre of the night

In the misty lake

By the fray

Finding Fate

21st Century Consumer

In

Sleepy Streets

Riddled

Rain forest treats

Land

Quenching black gold

Where

Consumption knows no bounds

Addiction

Flowing ancient dopamine paths

Is

Taught to all; young and old

Advertised

In many forms where life styles are sold

Violinist

The dramatic violin plays

Each stroke brings depth

Brightening each of your steps

Dancing round & round

With out a care, beautiful

To believe in angels

Hidden and right there

Who are we, to not be?

To change beliefs, hearts, minds the world

Rusting old thoughts, bring forth a new

A time of peace, love not cold or war