Allure

Painted black windows

Smoky eyes allure

Walking on ash felt

Blowing winds pass

The sun, a vision of

Paradise

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Echoes

A fire echoes

Radiating, touching flesh

Warming the bones

Of a thousand lives

Crowded streets

Stealing your eye

In the moment

The fork lies

Hissing green snakes

Nirvana evades

To be

Risk it all

Exist

Tales Of Wine

Red lands asunder

An oak wooden chair

Familiar & exotic guests

Bellowing voices arise

Suddenly a figure stands

Speaking a white river fable

Holding his gambit

The gauntlet falls

A tasteful

Applaud

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

Timeless

Embers burn

With shepherds delight

While buildings blacken

Prickles of street lights come to life

Songs of cicadas’ beating their hearts

Rangitoto island wild with darkness

In his volcanic slumber

Hitched up high gazing

Take me back to

Musick Point