Picture In My Wallet

I had a picture in my wallet
But I got drunk one night and lost it
I found comfort in a lost prophet
As I tried to capture an image of it

It had your crystal-like eyes
And a smile that made December shine
A snapshot of a moment in time
Those beautiful eyes, that opened mine

The portrait of an idea conceived
There’s more to life than an angry teen
I never did believe in make believe
But your picture made me see

I had a picture in my wallet
But I got drunk one night and lost it



Land of The Giants

Wildebeest roam free in peace
As cheetahs feel dust beneath their feet
Buffalo stampede, leopards sleep in trees
Lions seek the breeze more than they eat

Zebras dance together with giraffes
Roads carved out as elephants advance
The silence of crickets whistling in grass
It’s music to your ears until hyenas laugh

The meerkat and mongoose scatter
As a growing herd of impala gather
Vultures circle as a vertebrae shatters
Out here, survival is all that matters

Peace and tranquillity, beautiful silence
Death and destitute, ruled by violence
Watch the victorious lion feed in defiance
All to survive in the land of the giants


Dead Trees (Deadvlei)

Mountains blockade the sun
Red illuminates the ground with dust
Humans crawl for majestic peace
Enthralled by the sight of the death of trees

Untouched by love, a celibate land
Innocence kept from the hands of a desperate man
We trample over such beautiful things
Trying to reach closer to the beauty within

People gather round, lips are moving
As the sun beats down, a breeze soothes it
Not a murmur heard over eloquent peace
A metaphor for death if you ever do need

Silence fills the air, wind speaks in sombre tones
The backdrop tells stories we long to know
The media tells us that we’ve heard it all
You’ve heard nothing until you’ve heard nothing at all

Cameras flash, trying to capture the scene
As dead wood stands as A-list celebrities
A little oasis, once nothing more than a lake
Admire the beauty of deaths true greatness

Stood there in the symmetry of a cemetery
This image is as perfect as any picture can be
But if there was ever a lesson to be learnt
It’s even dead trees can shine in a desert


House On The Beach

there’s a house on the beach
with a view, far out to the sea
a pathway etched into the sand
situated on the tip of a faraway land

paw prints dominate the landscape
scatted shells, picked and kicked away
an ocean breeze filters through the air
an occasional glimpse of a seal appears

dolphins tear through the horizon
the wind echoes with the sounds of silence
two barking hounds, vibrate the earth
grains of sand, unite and disperse

wave’s crash as energy dissipates
as a woman lays patiently in wait
the tides roll in and out at the moons request
whilst there’s an empty room and a bed

the sun sets as dolphins’ glide through the sky
in the peace of night, a widow sits and sighs
the beauty of lonely, is never lost on me
and the story behind that house on a beach