the light

Brightly coloured lights of seduction
 drawing the mind away from seclusion
 entering the time of the never never
smiling with the deceit of clever
 aligned and maligned with sounds
 never heard from the fronds
The faces of disparate joined by drugs
 I sit here sipping from my mugs
 To my mug pouring out loneliness
With the condemnation of the soul
 taken aback into the darkness of toil.

The story of art

Drawn and painted on canvas done
Not right for my look my little one
Burn and glow the doing was fun
Light and burn ashes undone
For to seek perfection life can be one

Bright colours and hues from fiery rains
To the desert at dusk on the mighty plains
Opals colours on birds and birds hues on rock
Take the sand and paint the stock

Camp cooking done with the smells of sound
glowing fire and the blackness abound
Little are big and minute is grand
on the flowing sand of a river in flood

gender insignificant the fleeing sun
Talk is work and the fleeting nun
big is small and the smoking run
let it be as the work was done

If it

If it moves shoot it
If it grows chop it down
If it flows dam it
If it dosnt move mine it
If its clear polute it
If it works break it