Friday, October 13, 2017


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Today I feel the need to fly to the dark side,
follow the hedonistic chants rolling through me,
without forethought indulge the impulses striking,
run free through worlds that may not even exist,
I want to exhaust these desires, burning blisteringly hot,
delve into the deepest darkness where chaos is my nectar,
madness my sanity, where normality means death,
I can handle the pain, the darkness holds no fear,
I am strong enough to face the repercussions,
for you see, sometimes I need to feel the dark.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Old books. New books.

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So many things are fast evolving,
so many people and places will fade away,
so too the memories evoked by proximity,
time erasing details with each tick, with each tock,
voices receding, becoming softer,
until all you hear is a whisper of an echo
draped in the shades of a silvery night,
the warmth of your touch steadily replaced by emptiness......

And just ahead there is blue air and moist footpaths
twisting through untraveled forests,
there I will hear birdsong and croaking frogs,
learn to place my fellow wanderers
by their sound, movements, habits, scent,
I can carve out new routes and routines,
find pleasing places before turning one into a familiar,
bask in the sunshine on a sunny day on warm sea sand,
snuggle down before a wood fire on misty dreary days,

I will take pleasure in writing a new book, on new pages, in a new room,
and I always will treasure the book I am closing now.

Friday, October 6, 2017

The Duel

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There are many worlds alive in my soul,
the past intertwines with now,
touches my skin has not forgotten,
loves lived, fights fought, paths parted,
creating new endings from old beginnings,
written as riddles across the stars,
duelling for supremacy in my waking hours,
are they edging me towards my purpose
or my demise?

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Midnight under the Moon

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At midnight under the moon
the mind plays back movies
of magic, misgivings and needs.

Here my limbs mimic
movements from our dance
in a mist of merriment and mystery,
where I can wander through meadows
cast in the light from your eyes,
and where my senses react to your motion,
mingle with your scent,
move through me,
a touch of love.

I’m silenced by your honesty,
humbled in the presence of your faith,
a witness to you who lives your truth,
that is life, that is what I need,
such are the yearnings
under the moon at midnight.

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Where is Heaven

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Dawn runs its lazy fingers over my limbs,
stretches its warmth to the length of my body,
awakens the need to be alive, to fulfil,
to be in your presence, lead me to you, be my guide,
all I need is your touch, I will find the way.

And with the rising of the moon at 2am
I will devour you as would a starving man
too long deprived of your scent, your taste,
a growling hunger possessing,
every cell compelling, begging, for surrender
to the cravings deep down in my soul.

Where is heaven and where is hell?

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

It's Time for a Revolution!

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An entire race depicted
as hunters of a peaceable nation,
subjected to the madness of a cold, cold soul,

judged and found guilty by temperate minds,
raised on the lies of their keepers,

where truth and debt
has been slanted and staged,
fiction turning fact, to a generation
programmed to believe what they’re told,
without question and without qualm.

Honest deeds lost to time.

Complicit in silence, you condemn!
You pledge deference to a lie!
Stand up and speak!
Say what you think,
say what really was,
speak up against injustice,
speak out against bias,
say everything you’ve been conditioned to suppress,

and pivot the power from the governing few
back into your hands, and yours, and yours,
where it’s meant to lie,
with the people deserving their place in the sun.

It’s time for a revolution!

Sunday, September 10, 2017

I pray this is not a game to you

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Dormant desires awaken the fire,
fuelled by the wind to a height that is dire,
certainly I’ll burn, I’ll burn in this pyre,
I pray this is not just a game to you.

Deadly deception, delusions, untruth,
denying the reason which time norm’ly grew
enveloped in sin, in sin where we flew,
I pray this is not just a game to you.

Thursday, September 7, 2017

seven minutes to midnight

It's seven minutes to midnight
and the moon reigns in full glory over scuttling clouds
leads dancing shadows across rooftops and lawns
flits through the dreams of the sleeping
leaves behind a seed of magic
stretching the impossible into possibilities
kindles the flame of lost childhood
the innocent faith in the fantastic
shaping, reminding, teasing, daring,
will you remember all this when you awaken?
Or will your wishes burn away with the rising sun…

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

What do you want to find

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Have you ever sat back, struck by a sensation, surreal in nature,
a sense of ‘so this is what it’s like to be a grown-up’,
one where it feels like you’re playing house,
that this life is not real, what’s before you is not real,
nothing you do or have done is real, it’s merely a dream,
and next time you blink you’ll find yourself in the backyard
of your parents’ house, hearing your name being called,
and it saddens me, life does not hold the promised joy,
bestow the alluded to freedom and pleasures,
does not follow the script painted to me when I was a child,
because emptiness echoes when you follow the proper groove,
what I want is to find magic, I want to find my soul.

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

The Wind of Dissent

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The west wind that is blowing bringing with it deep dissent,
madness swirls like broken leaves of last year’s failed intent,
murky skies incite with guilt by claiming it’s my fault,
edginess is driving me, compels me to revolt.

Spurs me to an epic flight that’s led by instinct’s rules,
distance overrides all need, away from dying fools,
racing down deserted roads in recklessness innate,
I don’t want to live in this, if this’s to be my fate.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Another Night in The Shadows

How can skies turn to black in an instant,
turn truths into lies, hope into disbelief,
faith into fallacy and trust into guile,
how can it wipe away every vestige of possibility,
sever the throat of joy so brutally
you can’t even look into the eyes of love of an innocent,
how can one go from caring so very much
to feeling nothing, nothing, nothing at all,
thrown into the meaningless pit of existence,
unreasonable, irrational, wildly sweeping, self-destructive,
where words of encouragement strangle me,
kindness suffocates me,
a touch would surely shatter my soul,
and I scream in the darkness a scream,
even the gatekeepers of my private hell
feel a weariness creeping through their bones.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

It was one of those days...

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It was one of those days, melting imperceptibly into night, a transition in tune with the music drifting in the breeze, to the sounds of shifting time from you disconnected, and greeting the rising scent of nightfall, the steadily climbing heat proportionate to the cooling ocean mist brushing their skin alive with enticing images, vivid in mind and soul…

Monday, August 21, 2017

The Awakening

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There is light in this world,
you will feel it if you sought
for the answers to the questions,
burning through dark nights regression
believing every fear,
building walls to hide your tears.

Yet there’s wonder, there is magic, there is love, these are your blessings……

With awareness comes the silence
of a soul in full compliance,
as perceptions through you stride,
lifting darkness’ blood-red tide,
evolved from harsh and tort’rous nights,
you are the shadow as you are the light.

Friday, August 18, 2017

Song from the Silence

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What will it take to remove you from my mind,
take it all away, these memories I find,
drifting through the sunshine and through the darkness too,
you keep coming back to me, there’s nothing I can do,
but love you, love you every day,
love you all the time, love you every way,
take me, take me where you can,
take me to the edge, take me, you’re my man.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Let me be the one...

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Let me be your friend
Let me be the one close to you
Let me soothe your brow when dusk settles on a hot summers day
Let me whisper words and tales to enlighten and entertain you
Let me share your dreams with equal pleasure they provide you
Let me be the one you reach out to in time of need and bliss
Let me be the one to whom goodbye does not apply

Sunday, August 13, 2017

"As above, so below... within, so without
as the universe, so the soul." Hermes Trismegistus

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That what you dream, imagine, build in your mind,
the visions alive with colour, smell, the ocean’s mist,
in sunshine, under storm clouds, in the dripping rain,
in the silver moonlight illuminating your skin in the clearing of the forest,
with nectar sliding down your throat in exquisite sweetness
and satisfaction, feeding your soul with love,
dreams of an intensity tangible by the goosebumps on your skin,
the glances from those touched by the energy you emit,
those are the images of your freedom, your light,
these are the words from your spirit, your guide,
allow yourself to be led……

Friday, August 4, 2017

The Promise

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To the storm clouds rolling in,
to the thunder trembling through her,
to the threatening strike
and the wind tearing at her clothes
she said: “I’ve been expecting you,
even hunted for you, leaving a trail
of my scent for you to find,
seeking your closeness, your knowledge,
I will devour every exposed and hidden part of you,
my soul clamouring to receive what you are,
what you’re offering, I will take, I will take you, I want your all.”

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

The Forest

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My heart longs for the silence
of the woods moist with the mist of tears,
dripping softly onto moss-covered ground,
bare feet on a path intuitively chosen,
where my soul finds the stillness
imparted by nature, its breath of green
cleanses my lungs, my soul, my heart
with its birdsong, rustling leaves and butterflies.
Earthed. Grounded. Realigned.

Friday, July 28, 2017

As for you, so for me

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On a cold winter’s night stalked by a mist, at the house where the motorbike no longer stands, through the trees a bonfire was blazing to voices electric with excitement.  She was drawn to the fire, heat seeking flame, foreign words summoning a response from deep within.  Taken into a circle of familiar strangers, she joined the rhythm emanating from the earth, the drums, the trees, the air, the ocean, the fire…… a shooting star streaked through the sky.

I am one, I am countless, I am who I’m meant to be.  I feel your intentions, hesitation, excitement, tears.  I am many-faceted, passed through multiple souls and spirits, I align with who you need me to be.  I’m a part of you without losing a part of myself, I feed off your energy without taking from you, you’re in my life, there's a purpose, to relieve a desire, curb a craving, satisfy a curiosity, fill a demand, share knowledge, for enlightenment, as for you, so for me.

She is that girl with eyes alive, a light-footed step and an energy pulsing barely disguised beneath her skin, drawing laughter and goodness she wraps with her touch, you with luck and love…… whilst the waves keep rolling and butterflies still come to rest on my knee, I know true to be this path beneath my feet.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Friday lovin'

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Come here and tell me,
tell me what I need to know,
do you feel what I feel too?
When you are near me
I don’t want to let you go,
you’ve got something I‘m into.

So if you want me
say you feel the same,
don’t waste precious time,
if it’s meant to be…

and let me love you,
let me feel your touch,
love me every day,
baby you’re so hot.

I want to be with you,
every single part of you,
as we move in perfect tune,
feeling free and fine,
maybe me you’re meant to find,
forever yours as you are mine.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Cigarettes, Whiskey and The Blues

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Forever summer
a life strewn with light
time could not touch me
all was gold and right
until illusion
collided with the truth
I lost it all then
the innocence of youth
now I’m crying
without you
I don’t know myself
this world so strange so new
I am dying
I’m nothing
without you
who took it all
every dream I wrote
entwined in every thought
I am sinking and still I hope……
Your callous deeds
changed me
still I can’t hate
I am praying
changes you.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

By Your Word

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I have looked to see all I need
to let you go and say goodbye,
played with angles from all directions,
given you the benefit of every doubt,
listed in my subconscious for reflection
should you need to call their name,
at which time, by your word, you'll be judged.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

For him who flew the nest

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You don’t know what it feels like to have a home, but know you cannot return…

It is easy to say something while you have it, you think differently when your base has been removed,
your choices are different, your thinking is different, you are different when coming from a point of security to that of uncertainty, the unknown.

This knowing you have what you have inherently gives you a confidence, an ability to take chances, the edge, bravado, to march forth unthinking,
knowing there is nothing to catch you when you fall, slices through the options before you and directs you onto a completely different path.

And that, that is something you only understand once it happens, once you live these moments.

And I cry for you for the time, the first time you will feel this, and I pray you’ll be strong enough to know what you need to do to prevent yourself from self-destructing.

You’ll be in a foreign land, without familiar places and familiar sound, watching the touches between people who’ve known each other for a long time, see the hugs and kisses passed between family members in greeting or in parting, the footsteps, see them walking towards a definitive destination, within known boundaries, familiar time spans, familiar rules.

You will long for your home ground, the streets you walked as a child, a growing adult, you will wish for the faces you passed daily, even the ones you chose to duck behind a hedge to avoid, you will long for the annoying demands of meeting timeframes you thought suffocating, the hugs you found smothering, the words you did not want to hear, the voices you did not want to hear, even the annoying bark of the dog next door and the ticking clock at midnight in the kitchen of the house you grew up in...

.....I pray for gentle waves while you learn the ways of the world out there.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Terminal Impunity

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I do still miss you so,
entrenched as you are,
a warm memory of sunny days
when you flowed through my veins,
recklessly tearing through my consciousness
and we flew with a fire in our eyes,
without caution, without advisement,
in a daze of self-gratification,
left everything behind,
even myself.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

...nothing is ever guaranteed.

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When you are with light-minded people, their freedom rubs off on you and infects you, you are unrestricted, with purity of purpose to live your life. You are given the courage to do things differently, live a life your parents never could, who followed the expectations of their elders, followed the rules of an outdated book. Learn from history, don’t blindly follow, and question everything Establishment has ever taught you.…… the world is a changed place yet the rules on how to live have not, how can that be?

You are still outside the box, look before you willingly enslave your limbs, your dreams and your soul.  Lies are indecipherable from truths, published by a network created to direct your thoughts, infiltrate your being, corrupt your reason and turn you into a worker bee without a voice, without a sting, you pose no threat.  

So do not decide lightly, do not decide to please another, the scenery stays the same with or without their approval.  And please remember, there will always be doubts, places look vastly different when imagination translates into reality, and nothing is ever guaranteed, who would it hurt if you (don't) try......

Monday, June 12, 2017

Phoenix Rising

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The void was in me before I took the first drop of poison promising to relieve it all
The pain of denial, pretense, of living a lie enforced by the fear of abandonment, when abandonment would in all likelihood have set me free
The cold in the space where love should’ve been, the twisted ways I chose to love and be loved
The methodical approach to finding, then experiencing it all, everything, at least once
The knowing I’m holding a loaded gun to my head yet continue, dauntlessly challenging the universe
The moments I desperately long to have back, the time I have wasted wallowing and believing everything ever said to me, instead of believing my intuition, what I know to be my purpose
The knowing I am more, more than I’ve been told I can, more than what I have, more than you, a knowledge without language no words can explain, which roar through the silence, how can everyone not hear them?
I am empty, cold, have only me to offer, I give up, surrender, do with me what you wish, I can no longer feel the pain you’re (sub)consciously inflicting on me. I’m filled with sorrow, for the lost hours and friendships, wasted conversations and pointless exploits, the only echo left, the sighs of dying embers
Into a million indiscernible particles I am scattered, and the silence of the void is filled with acceptance and love, patience and belief, tolerance and indulgence, rebuilt into someone who looks like me, but who’s outgrown all and every power ever wielded over me, feel me if you dare to feel the light

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Free me

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Free me from there where I’ve been
Free me from the bonds within
Release me from these unwanted obsessions
Expunge the learned prescribed transcriptions
Free me from these eternal contradictions.

Friday, June 9, 2017

The State I'm In

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I cannot do this. I cannot be a pivotal factor in the course of another’s life.
 I would forever carry the repercussions as my personal responsibility,
I’d be a traitor to truths we shared before things changed,
disturbed my balance, became intrusive, unflinchingly persistent,
and even though I know your reactions to be from the heart,
the chameleon in you frustrates me, I can’t keep up these walls all the time,
I must separate myself from your physicality, knowing I will miss you.
Now is what is, be in it, own it, direct the course, it's your own choosing,
decide, look towards answers, assess without emotions the means of getting there.
If you’re lucky you’ll be able tie them with your string of dreams,
if not it will hurt, do you see the position I now find myself in?

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Let's pretend...

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Let’s pretend it didn’t happen
let's pretend I didn’t hear
I’ll pretend I believe you
and pretend that you love me
I’ll pretend it was a song
pretend everything is okay
and we can pretend to live happily ever after…