Air

Gentle air

Musical shadows

Insects flying

Promised light

The hills stand

Solid ground

At night

The clouds give way

To a darker sky

A pin point in time

Fires the desire

A sleepless

Hope

 

 

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

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