Refuge
Palace of dreams
Ads and pollution
Tar stenches roof tops
Society calls its norms.
Shelter from the pile of Garbage,
My poetic musings
Even Walt Disney might find it garish
Mimics the population in the forgotten world,
A nightmares collection of wild flowers
A tale of mystic mystery,
Blanketed in white death,
Linger in the silence stillness of winter,
Green blue of proud evergreens,
A riot of colors to make sunset jealous,
Makes a heady perfume,
Ripe fruit.
Those palaces of heaven,
Beautiful throne, gilded by vanity,
Gluttony rules on.
Unfair struggle amount to the buzzing of nectar drunken bees.
Heavy, like that feeling of dread.
Between here and there.
