Next to the fallen Tree

Fruits of the forest flourish

Leaves fall to the ground

Droplets of water in still motion

Tranquil night, faint light

A hedgehog hobs round

The fallen tree lovers

Gaze into each other eyes

Hearts open wide

Never knowing what lays behind

Excitement of colour

Splashes into life

A match to a tinder box

Is it reigning passion or desire

A wolf in plain sight

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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

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

A piece of exploration

Over the hills

With my telescope

Beyond the sea

Magnifying all the little things

Fire erupts at the break of dawn

Luminosity revealing shadows of history

Crashing sounds of breaking waves

Are you the one who can see?

Or the one with clouded eyes?

Can’t you see beauty surrounds

Freedom, freedom, freedom

The melody of our time