OUT
OVER THE FIELDS
Out
over the fields a pair of crows circle and dive amongst the hedgerows and green
grass.
A watery sun casts its watery face through
the spring clouds as the birds disappear from view.
Eighty
years ago it was a similar story as two manmade hawks of the air battle to the
death; the fields aren’t green but a shell-holed hell with muddy trenches
filled with wretched men.
Soon
the burning Albatross smashes to earth, its pilot shot through the head – dead.
Back
today the lost warplane still lies buried in a timeless image of death, as
crows fly overhead, to freedom.
FEAR
Have
you ever known the ultimate fear? The type you feel before you die?
Trapped
in a blazing plane falling to earth on a one-way ticket to hell.
No one who has felt fear will see things the
same way again – it’s a soul chiller.
To
look down the barrel of a gun and to wonder, are these the last seconds of your
life?
If
the gun goes off you would be lucky to die and unlucky to be paralysed.
What
would it be like for a soldier facing the enemy with bombs falling all around?
The
blast, the shrapnel, the pain, the death, unending…
All
this brings a person’s fear rushing to the surface,
stopping
their time in a second.
TREASURE
Find
the X on a map tattooed onto the skin of a dead man, it’s buried gold.
Do
anything to get it, kill, burn, destroy to find your treasure. Watch out,
our
pals will want it but I won’t let them, I can feel it in my bones.
It’s
on the next island according to the map.
Now we arrive, it’s time to start digging.
Suddenly
I’ve found it! Gold, rubies, emeralds, silver…
stolen
treasure that cost so many lives.
Now
it’s mine and I can buy the world.
JUMP
Make
a decision in your fractured mind, it’s up to you
if
it’s right or wrong you stand on the edge staring down
into
the void at the people far below.
Do
you remember how you got here or what you did?
None
of that matters now, what only matters is what you do now.
With
tears streaming down your cheeks you jump into space
crying
for your mother as you fall to earth, twelve stories below.
Now
that you are gone who will remember you?
Who
will call your name?
Who
will sing your praise even though you were evil?
GIRL
IN THE FOREST
She runs through the late summer forest
leaves
brushing her face
as
she goes to meet her lover.
Into
his arms she falls knowing she is safe
and
that such passion will follow.
Slowly
she takes off her clothes
seducing
her lover like only she can.
His
eyes search her flawless body
and
he embraces her and they fall to the ground.
Soon
they start fucking in an orgy of eroticism,
their
moans echoing through the forest in time
with
the wind and swaying trees,
sunlight
through the treetops, joined orgasm of heaven.
VIEW
FROM THE MOUNTAIN
After
climbing so many thousands of feet up the mountain I have finally reached the
top, the view is like another world with so many things visible from where the
eagles live.
A
fine layer of cloud makes the ground seem hazy and non distinct like a fading
memory you want to remember.
Ever so slowly a flock of birds fly past
below skirting the jagged peak on their way east.
How
many people have stood here where the Gods live to look down on the coloured
land below? Tiny villages dot the lower ground like so many ink stains on paper
and a lake glistens in the sun, small enough to fit in my hand and as bright as
a jewel from this place above the clouds.
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