Life

Life can be seen in a grave yard tree.

Rainbow wave spray in a backlit sea.

A hummingbirds stare through a window pane.

An immenent storm smells the advent of rain.

Signs in life obvious to the watchful mind.

Between dark shadows light you will find.

Lifes silent sadness more ruckus than laughter.

Smiling back at life wont end in disaster. 

Look for life in a moss covered autumn floor.

Life is near even when we are cold to the core.

The suns rays permeate our periphery vision.

To love life is an observant conscious decision. 

Poetry as a visual

Wildetecture coralscape architectural urban landscape. As envisaged by wildetect 2 of 3. 

Use whatever tools to get whats in your imagination into the real. 

V.E.N.O.M

Vast inky sky provokes the moon light.

Earily silent is still dark sleepless nights.

Nothing to say with experiences insight.

One win-in won begins ruinous fights.

Move towards peace our only beacon bright.

Heuristic advance

Storm pale moon beyond a cold shadow cloud,

Veiled deeply behind a far off misty shroud.

Illuminated behind the dark side of night,

Shadows cast by the pale floating satelite.

Pure viewpoints hidden in umbra from sight,

Awaiting the dawn for the stark bright light.

Our misty morn blue heuristic advance,

Yawning chasm of a forenoons last fatal dance.

This current void beyond all our limited reason.

Signals change from a deep dark winters penumbra season.

We now await the son and the magnificent glory,

A warm summers day to crown our heuristic story. 

Wildetect

Climatic points of an anxious mind

Beyond our withered arms grasp.

light into deep shadow fading fast.

Trepidation stalks the pathway dark.

Light is limited recognise the spark. 

Out of reach in the pale moon light.

We question all our wrongs & what is right?

Illuminated sorrow now cuts us very deep.

Are these deeds of my hands or of my very own feet?

Is that a wild hoof or is it a twisted claw?

Waiting just beyond a hairs breadth door.

What is it that i am able to now see?

Through my bound mind intellect free?

Oh to look back beyond a future time veil.

A life of kind success or will I this path fail?

Worry about this connundrum i do much.

The answers to this life i question as such?

Visions stark light

Seeing now within stark bright light,

A design so virtuous it defies whats right.

Mans perspective of that which is pure,

This imperfect life the life we try all endure.

Daniels painted future, Ezekiels vision,

A design of such indepth holy precision.

Creation hewn from this earths sand,

Dust to dust the virtuous design, MAN!

Days of shortened night

As we walk the line of fire,

skipping around the embers of desire.

Our mind awakened by lucid thought,

Times in imagination that has been sought.

We look eyes wide towards the sky,

Our feet on earth appear to lie.

The ground beneath our step gives way,

As we try hold fast to this night & this day.

Freefalling into an unruly maelstroms wild storm, 

We get ripped asunder we simply must be reborn.

We seek now that which eludes our feeble grasp,

We now hold forever thoughts from a long long ago past.

Awake the night, sleep walk the cold dawn,

Lifes fire line has much trouble & is forlorn.

An inferno rages within our simple mind,

Spirituality the solice we must now try hard to find.