1. Shotgun Wedding

I’ve come to realise, that all my friends are just enemies in disguise. Live by the roll of a dice, it’s not what you give up, it’s what you will sacrifice. Don’t bring a knife to a pistol fight, ll’be your last rodeo. Like a shotgun wedding, you’ll be left holding the baby. Well, I often wonder why, we’re drawn to the things that could bring about our demise. Lies to please the appetite, the more I consume, the emptier I feel inside. Don’t bring a knife to a pistol fight, ll’be your last rodeo. Like a shotgun wedding, you’ll be left holding the baby. Will you fight or take flight? Why do we run from the things we most desire? Take your bride, and walk down the aisle, it’s a dark night of the soul under the honey moonlight. Don’t bring a knife to a pistol fight, ll’be your last rodeo. Like a shotgun wedding, you’ll be left standing at the altar without a say. ©2024 mickmrowan

2. Devil Desert Sun

The white crescent moon, sets behind the dunes. Break of light, Sun God rise, shield my eyes. I wander through the blaze, under hot searing rays. Desert fire, fever higher, thoughts run wild. Fearless in the Serpent’s kiss. The secrets that shadows confess. An unforgiving wilderness, as vultures feast on my regrets. A descent into the darkest confines of my mind. I see a lone figure by the side of the road, extending a hand “Can I lighten your load?” Whispers on the wind, and a deal is done. We find redemption in the devil desert sun. Fearless in the Serpent’s kiss. The secrets that shadows confess. An unforgiving wilderness, as vultures feast on my regrets. A descent into the darkest confines of my mind. ©2024 mickmrowan

3. Vision Quest

Under the caress a dusk lit sky, staring at the coals of a warm campfire. A cool wind blows, whisper through the trees, echoing the tales of the mysteries. Seeker on a quest, answering a call, tune into the rhythm of the beating heart of the natural world. I follow the trail laid before me, guided by the spirits of my ancestry. Mountains rejoice in victory songs, valleys cradle legends of the fallen ones. A cosmic dance, a journey begun, I contemplate the wisdom of the sacred fire in the setting sun. When I look through the eagle’s eyes, I see the world with new-found clarity. On wings soaring high across the skies, I feel the spirit limitless and free. The haunting cry, coyotes call, familiar sound welcomes me home. Ecstatic trance of ecstasy, the place where my soul truly longs to be. From out of the fire, spreading its wings, the power from the ashes of the phoenix rising up again. From the clay of the earth, we are born, blood from the soil on a brand-new dawn. A peace of mind sweeps over me, filling my soul with a sense of pure serenity. When I look through the eagle’s eyes, I see the world with new-found clarity. On wings soaring high across the skies, I feel the spirit limitless and free. And wherever destiny may lie, I know I’ll find the answers that I seek. The currents of the wind will carry me. I am exactly where I’m meant to be. ©2024 mickmrowan