Death to birth

The crimson vital fluid of a mortal man, 

Aligning succinctly with the blood of the lamb.

Intrinsically interwoven our journeys end,

Seek spirituality & honorability as your friend.

A simple life of humility & deep valor.

Aspiring wealthy king or a meek flower seller?

Our affluence, wealth, station social class.

Determines nothing on a journey to now outlast.

Being Kind, good, peaceful, loving & gentle.

Salient qualities that we should all try strive for. 

Will show us to be recipients of lifes prize worth.

walking this cramped road from death to our birth.

Love life

Life can be seen in a grave yard tree.

Dancing rainbow wave spray backlit sea.

A hummingbirds stare through a window pane.

An immenent storm scents the advent of rain.

Signs of life obvious to the watchful mind.

Between dark shadows light you will find.

Lifes silent sadness more ruckus than laughter.

Smile back at life will never ever 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 human decision. 

QJD

Poetry as a visual

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

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

Poetryiin aesthetic.

V.E.N.O.M

V ast inky sky provokes moon light.

E arily silent still dark sleepless night.

N othing to say experiences insight.

O ne win-in won begins a ruinous fight.

M ove 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 was 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 currently intellect free?

Oh to look back beyond the future time veil.

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

Worry about this connundrum i do very much.

The answers to this life i must 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 rough sand,

Dust to dust the virtuous design, MAN!

An arragance born the journey incomplete,

We prove our lifes worth are we weeds or are we wheat?

We are a sum of our learned sculptured parts,

Only time on this journey reveals our deep hearts.

A peaceful humble spiritual nature kindness nurture.

We chose who we are which determines our stature.

Controlling our own sculptured raw decisions.

Self, controls the man towards his spiritual precision.

We take responcibility for our decided strife.

Man the architect of his journey's birth to death life.

Our creator gives us asured help, guidance, wisdom & love.

The receptacle man must listen in his heart lessons from above.

We add all this to the sum of who is being sculpted.

The journey is pure & our end is spiritually exalted.