Screaming wild eyes fierce with intensity.
Gaping seeing mouth full of verocity.
Starved broken heart full of anxiety.
Mind drenched in a deep self pity.
Peacable hands trying to fill with generosity.
Perpetuating this human cycle gathering velocity.
All the above is a life saturated with immense curiosity.
Far beyond a blood moon sky.
A split second thought within a minds eye.
The measured stepping stones of this life.
Beckoning dark boiling pools of trouble and strife.
Why does our will and our desires,
Keep luring us towards wild destructive fires?
Planned foot aligned feet carefully placed.
Aligns our life @ a measured safe pace.
The lure of activity in chaos we try seek.
Drowns out planned actions that we glibly speak.
Wisdom is keeping focused on this lifes prize.
Pathway steps to spirituality we realise.
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Two scribes on the cave wall,
One yesterday, one long before.
Letters the latter, graphics the last.
Both represent a time to future from the past.
Anonymous scribe the picture the thread,
Letters a suicide the name not clearly read.
Intentions and motives long now lost.
As we try to translate the messages embossed.
The reach through time past, present, future.
Of hand print impressions and lettered features.
Both scribes with much that was left unsaid.
Are not present now as both scribes are dead.
A third scribe looks to the future from present reach.
A message thats bold impression letters now to beseech.
As artists we are simply just present day scribes.
Impressions on cave walls of our simple mundane lives.
