chasing leaves

Paths and Bridges, relax in parks and stand in front of fridges, never fear, tis life and take it like water from a ducks back. Back off from the hustle and bustle your own moves on the dance floor, rhythm in steps but freedom in the beat, of the drums from another place,              far from the street

truth

Heavy legs but carrying me strong , beating sun but peek-a boo clouding, strength in weakness and santas beard floating for wishes, not all dreams should be true, but in ourself we do.

peter fights pan

sure as i am breathing sure as i am mad. connection to shadow and light, sub conscience  is mad. peter fighting the pan and into the fire of life. looking back for a second, cut the innocence with a knife. taken back, everyday, to savor the making. i am not mistaking this life. its mine and in my shadow lies something divine.