Thursday, October 18, 2018


The words were prepared in my head, practised over and over in a multitude of variations, until I had the courage and took a chance to entrust you with my darkness, believing you would listen with understanding, but you exploded with anger, gritting teeth and accusation, turning everything I said around to yourself, took my words and fired shot after shot in my direction… I become silent, cannot look you in the eyes, every word a physical blow, I murmur an apology not mine to make and escape your proximity, shutting out your voice, your presence… you told me I could tell you anything and I believed you, how could I have been so wrong.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

The end of the line?

You collapse before me, your eyes briefly blaze then turn dull, staring fixedly at a point beyond this world, and I freeze, a second in time stretching forever, I cannot move, I can only watch helplessly, an observer of something greater than me.  Then I’m struck by your pain, an overwhelming force transposed as my own, I need to reach you, hold you, shield you from the attack, I need to banish the sadness from your eyes, redraw the images bleeding across your vision, negate your anguish with my love, give you the strength to quell the illusion that this is the end of the line… 

Thursday, October 4, 2018

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Let it all go.
Let it fly in the wind.
Let it flow with the river.
Let it rise to the stars.
Let it run through green meadows.
Let it roll with the drums.
Let it hide in the darkness.
Let it be as it wants.
There is madness in the motion,
frightening laughter in my head,
cold detachment kills all feeling,
leaves me walking but I’m dead.

Friday, September 28, 2018

Just let it be......

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under a blanket of cloud that stills the spirit with its muted the light,
playful images tumble one over the other,
detracting thoughts from fully forming, they dissolve as smoke in the air,
and the pleasing warmth of your body lulls me into daydreams,
sparks fantastical notions which somehow don’t seems so fantastical anymore,
oh, there’s no time for sensibilities today,
unfold your mind, let it stretch beyond the boundaries
to your secret world where your dreams are in fact reality,
just let it be......

Friday, September 21, 2018

The Dream

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She was wandering through the market as the sun showered the world with its last golden waves, the smoke of wood fires and incense drifted in the breeze and one by one lights sparked alive, electrifying the air with energy and laughter.  The next instance, strong arms reached out from behind, wrapped around her waist, and drew her in tightly.  She gasped but didn’t struggle, she knew those arms, the scent, powerfully male, and the growl of delight and promises in her ear.
She relaxed into him without a word, the surrounding people and festivities having suddenly lost their appeal in his familiar warmth.  Sighing she turned around to face him, eye to eye, thigh to thigh.  Then he drew away, took her hand and led her through the throng down to the river now rippling silver in the moonlit night.
Under a tree away from the lights he kissed her, fierce was the longing of sinking souls long deprived of oxygen. In time they sank to the ground and started talking, laughing and asked and told, words flowing easily and unhindered as if they had never been apart.  They kept reaching out and touching each other to reassure themselves the other is indeed real, reclaiming familiar lines and contours with almost a feeling of reverence.
Then she sat back and looked at him, ‘So, why are you here?’ ‘I said I’d see you again, I had to, come with me…… will you?’
Her entire being stilled at these words, a million thoughts, doubts and dreams flashed before her eyes, she had no air and he had just breathed the freshest, cleanest air into her being.  Silently, her eyes still locked with his, she stood up, stretched out her hand, ‘Come, let’s go’ before breaking into a smile so bright it ignited the fire he’d been carefully controlling for a long time, it was their time to light up the skies with their dreams……

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

the duality of life

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It was a bitter battle between the heart and the mind,
an insurgence of duality, sense opposing the senses,
blurring the lines of right and wrong, of just and unjust,
when is selfish allowed to override selfless,
when is it mine to take, when should I retreat……

I concede defeat, I surrender without resistance
to obtain the freedom of my spirit, the object of my desire
in whichever form or shape, and proceed to love it
without guilt, without hesitation, fully and deeply
as was intended from the very beginning,
I have wasted too much time already.

Friday, September 7, 2018

When the heavens cry

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Tears are falling steadily from the heavens,
mist rises up from the forest floor
meeting clouds tasting the ground,
cold fingers trail along the back of my neck
and chase a chill down my spine,
before me, flames reach high into a bottomless blackness,
behind me, wild wild waves crash towards the shore with driven intent,
stay with me through this drenching storm
locked away from the outside world,
let the sky be our guide to finding our souls,
take this time, immerse yourself in me.

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

The path we travel

We have loved and been denied, choices made and crucified,
from a heady self-indulgence we were thrown in darkest dungeons,
still my soul finds its way back to you.

Maybe touched by angels’ wishes or a spell by idle witches,
you will live in me forever, I have fallen hard, however,
not one moment of our time would I undo.

When we’re together the world’s alive, we ignite, yes! oh, we thrive,
not an innocent path we chose, some’d rebuff it, heaven knows
I can’t turn from what we have, it’s always you.

Thursday, August 30, 2018

...a day, with my son

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The rain is steadily falling, a misty sheet from silver skies spreading as far as my eyes can see,
the ocean’s end blends with the clouds so close and low if I reach out I could touch the end of the world,
I am mesmerised by the tiny drops that have formed a glistening crown on your hair, lighting up your beautiful face,
and I am speechless with wonder of this gift that is you in my life.

Saturday, August 4, 2018

Silence of the mind

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How could my voice have retreated so far
into the deepest recesses of my mind,
silent games, mocking and sneering
at my frozen lips and flashing eyes
betraying all I am unable to express
to you……

Friday, July 27, 2018

'tis the night before Full Moon

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Late winter, the night before Full Moon, it’s 2.41am,
the sky’s as brightly lit as by the sun, at noon, mid-Summer,
only the brightest of bright stars grace this time with the moon
and when the wind doesn’t rattle the leaves in the trees
carrying with it the salty air from the ocean,
the waves reach for me, crash through me,
before the night drifts back into silence
and fluffy white clouds drift across a cold, lonely sky
to the clicking, it’s the rain song, of those tiny little frogs…

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

find your fire

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……the smouldering fire sparks alive,
lazy licks along smoking logs,
reaching, testing, claiming, the flames leap
higher and higher in joyful jubilation;
as should your soul as it shifts through the day,
touching, tasting, lighting the way
through the darkness, find your fire.

Friday, July 13, 2018

Friday at midnight

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This Friday all the 80’s rock songs were telling me how hard it is to live without you,
endless empty nights by myself, staring out the window as life passes me by……
endless are the black clouds storming over the horizon heading my way,
blazing are the bolts of lightning staring me in the eye, telling me things…
willful destruction with every dirty memory trawled from my deepest self,
death is preferable to a desolate, empty, meaningless existence without you.

Thursday, July 12, 2018


How I feel is
not the answer
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to the dreams I have within,
what I’m saying
is denying
what is written on my skin.

So I ask you
do you know how
I can reach this place for me,
or is all I
have before me
that what is for me to be?

I have pow’r and
passion raging
deep within my darkest soul,
can’t be held back
why repress this
it is I who’d be the fool!

Let me fly now
through the heavens
freed, unfettered, ‘s meant to be,
if you'd like to
you can come too
live a lie’s not right for me.

Friday, June 22, 2018


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I see visions so real I can taste them,

visions of forests, lush and green stretching before me,

inviting me into their luxuriant fold of soft, soft leaves,

fingers, a thousand, touching my senses,

the instant recognition of something old,

from a long forgotten time and place,

just waiting for me to hear their voice,

see their words, acknowledge what I already know…

Saturday, June 16, 2018

I cannot, I will not, I won't

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I see the dirt and I see the stains,
the cracks run deep through poisoned veins,
the marks of a broken nation in disgrace,
graffitied on the walls, tattooed on your face,
and I shudder, I turn and I run, and run, and run…
I cannot, I will not, be one and the same,
I don’t stand for you, I won’t play your game,
I’m not enrolling, I won’t play the part,
I’ll live all alone but I’ll be true to my heart,
I will not pretend, I’m sick of the motions,
I'll live off fresh air and fresh herbal potions,
but be a slave on the hamster wheel,
that I won’t be, I can think, I can feel.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

New Moon Night

picture my own

When the heavens appear as rainbows melting into the ocean blue and silver,
when the crashing waves flood through your soul and wash away all wrongful memories,
when the new moon dons the skies this darkest of dark nights,
celebrate the death of the old, the past, that which does not serve you,
and embrace the warmth and the love and the growth of the Aspen,
protecting your ancestors, shading your present and reaching to your higher self.

Sunday, June 10, 2018

The Dance of your Life

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Allow the world to fade away
feel the bass that’s beating low
take your hands and guide my hips
let the music take control
gasps of pleasure pass my lips
now look deep into my eyes
this is what I promise you
I’m the dance of your life

Tuesday, May 29, 2018


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Have you found the gateway to other realms scattered oh so plentifully around us,
ones which instantly transport you into other dimensions?
These doorways to worlds alive in your mind, built by your memories and your imaginings,
your own creation of visions granted you on your daily wanderings,
limitless as your dreams, intoxicating as your favourite drug, the perfect avenue of escape…

when you’ve have enough of the assault on your senses in this toxic world,
when the noise in your head threatens to blow your present reality into derailment,
when the idiocracy you encounter burns your being when attempting to engage,
when your heart cries as witness to the self-destruction by fools disguised as our leaders
who have pledged allegiance with higher masters who will erase them as soon as their duty is fulfilled.

Friday, May 25, 2018

I miss

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I miss
being silly and goofy, impulsive, a little irresponsible,
laughing without thought and getting soaked in the rain,
staying out late and sleeping late, playing hooky and lazing away the time,
getting my clothes wet from playing in shallow waves,
walking barefoot through the village, preferably with an ice cream cone in my hand……

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Thursday, May 10, 2018

I am the darkness

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I am the darkness in your soul
I catch the light and deflect its warmth from your skin
I turn the notes which flow into a tangled mess of discord
I am your nightmare waiting for the perfect moment to rip you from your carefully crafted dreams
spinning your peace into a void of dwindling madness
each time it’s harder to rise to the surface
each time shortens your breath
weakens your limbs systematically
wears you down with the weight of your fears and guilt
forces your ego to the forefront
poisons the steadfast
de-rails you from your chosen path
blinding you from the truth of who you’re becoming
when only darkness rules your soul.

Sunday, April 29, 2018

Moonlight's magick

It’s at 3am she awakens when he murmurs her name while he sleeps
in his dream he reaches through the stars touches her as the moonlight creeps
‘cross her eyes seeking out the nightly sun gifted those the daylight can’t reach
she stretches her limbs she can feel his eyes feel the fire only his hands can bring.

At dawn the eagle’s eyes are sharp, now become real what once was a game
a twitch in his heart urges him to flight, find the spirit that won’t be tamed
to each other is all what was promised them, to live free to them was ordained
he can hear her breath, he can smell her scent, she's callings the name she cannot forget.

Wednesday, April 25, 2018


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The darkness slowly falls
'til all you’re left with is the glowing trees,
even the waves recede into momentary silence
in deference to the moon falling off the mountain.

Monday, April 23, 2018

you can be

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If only love I feel
only beauty I see
only passion I be
will you fin’ly agree

that the fight is dead
from lies you’ve bled
the truth’s you led
to what’s coming yet

you can live the love you feel
bathe in beauty that you see
kindle passions you can be
tuned to nature’s harmony.


Friday, April 20, 2018

Magic's delight

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Darkness softly settles over the forest green,
sending you visions of that which you dream,
follow the sound of the tambourines' song,
it’s you they are calling, been calling for so long.

Dance over the mossy paths so soft and green,
hold my hand as you do when you dream,
around the bonfire brightly blazing with song,
here, yes it's here, where you belong.

Light is the spirit alive in your heart,
gone is the pain and sorrow’s cold dart,
this night’s for believers of magic’s delight,
fly with the wings you’ve been given this night.

Thursday, April 19, 2018


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May the angels have mercy on my soul tonight,
the longing, a palpable ache in the depths of my being,
a sorrow draping itself over everything I see, drawing images of you beside me, here, where I am,
conversations playing off in my mind, so tantalisingly real my lips form a grin of pleasure,
my shoulders draw back in anticipation of your touch, presented for you, inviting you in,
your breath a song of love and desire, singing to the highest heaven of the joy you give to me,
satisfy my unspoken needs, my eyes alive, your hands ravaging my body,
I am a tool in your hands, play with me to your heart’s desire.

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

I am angry

picture source: myself, for not saying what I think, what I feel, what I know, for censoring everything I do to please others, for being what society wants me to be, for the injustices in the world, the labels, the seekers of labels, the ignorant, I am angry at the world for creating all these broken people, I am angry for feeling broken myself, I am angry for all my stupid deeds, and I am tired of being tired, tired of feeling purposeless, aimless wandering through each day, I am angry at being judged, at every doubt I feed myself, for every time I step back instead of smashing through the barrier of control imposed by other people, I’m angry at the passage of time, at my traitorous heart, my sinful flesh, I am angry for accepting every hurt along the way which brought me to this point, I am angry ‘cause you do not even try to listen to me, that you dispel harmony and pleasure with criticism, doubt, ignorance and your own fears, I have something to offer, I have something to contribute, I am good enough, I am worthy of respect and love, and if you don’t trust me, that is fine, trust is earned after all, not given.

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

We are all just slaves

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We are all just slaves,
slaves to our fathers, our lovers, to society,
slaves to rules not ours to own
but nonetheless accepted, without resistance or question.

We are enslaved by our routines, our jobs, laws, thieves,
we are locked behind high walls and separation,
behind ‘should’, behind a label, behind the responsibilities we bear,
we latch onto our most prized possessions in fear it will be taken,
but it’s already gone since we’re the ones denying ourselves its joy.

We’ve been beaten, good and solid, we are enslaved by our own fear,
too afraid to dare, too afraid to take a stand, too afraid to say what we think,
we are slaves because we wouldn’t know what to do with freedom if we had it.

We are slaves because we believe what we are told by our masters
whom we outnumber ten thousand to one?
Yes, we are slaves because we believe every unsubstantiated threat,
comfortable in the straightjackets handed to us at birth,
and as slaves we will die running on a treadmill of another’s creation, for another’s gain.

Is that the legacy you want to leave behind? Do you not feel even a little angry?
I will not pass silently over this land, nor hand my children into slavery,
somewhere, this has to stop, why not here, why not now?

Sunday, March 25, 2018


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Wish the shadows onto your brother,
and they will surely consume your soul,
so too your dreams can catch another,
colour them in, give them life, they’re yours to own.

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Daydreams and Wishes

I look across the rolling silver-blue expanse of the ocean melting into the clouds,
feel raindrops, the finest mist, touching my skin, fresh air and the smoke of a wood fire mingle
and it’s now I need you the most.
I wish to hold your hand and breathe you in,
I wish to know your scent, your touch, your presence.
I wish to know your patterns and routines, I wish to expect your unexpected,
I wish to hold a collection of your secret delights and pull them out of my hat when you feel a little down,
I want to chase you through warm waves in golden sunshine, roll with you on yellow leaves falling like confetti, I want to spend long, dark nights in front of a fire with you and greet the new green growing with our love intense and bold.
I want to know your thoughts, your feelings, your treasures and frivolities, I want to share your dreams, desires, disappointments and triumphs, I want to know where you’ve been and where you are going, I want to know where you’ve been hurt, what you are struggling with, from where you derive your strength, I want to know what makes you cry, both from joy and from pain.
I want to know your body, I want to touch each scar, every line on your face, I want to feel your hair between my fingers, I want to feel the muscles on your back when you move, I want to be the focus
of your unbroken desire, and on a day such as today, be locked in your arms, needing no one but each other, to get lost in time…

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Is This The End

picture my own

The ways of the world and the flow of the stream directed where she would go,
yet felt something were missing, maybe a knowing she once had,
sorrow tinged instead her shadow, ‘til she detoured this one particular day.
Who knew she would end up here, away from the danger obedience teaches,
a long-held breath fading away her fears so she may dance,
and she dances with the fire, too close it would seem,
scatters all she has and everything she knows as ashes would blow in the wind,
she’s flown to the waters’ edge where the waves roll with the cries of the seagulls
and the mist kisses away her tears, she is now, she is here, she is home.

Friday, February 9, 2018

Rainy Day Thinking

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I let you in without reserve, eagerly, with open arms,
shared my thoughts, my body, my passions, my time,
I blended my space with elements to your liking, for your comfort,
crafted meals and conversations, created variations and deviations,
all this I give out of love for you,
potentially, you can destroy me, will you?

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Tuesday, January 30, 2018

The distant horizon is calling me

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You touched me with fingers educing a reaction from an uncharted fountain,
quelled hesitation by feeding a thirst I didn’t know I had,
a hunger from sources far older than my days walking this earth,
exposing pure desire raw with the thrill of unfurling nameless destinations,
I'm captured by the intake of your breath as you delve with me
into unknown, unexplored, indistinct horizons I am averse to denying.

Friday, January 26, 2018


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What is the point of one if there are ten to be had,
what’s the point of a gentle slide if I can blast into oblivion,
escape into a welcome void of isolation,
away from the waves of hopeless wo(a)ndering
slamming me with a force designed to eradicate my sanity,
destroy my dreams and taint the sunrise red with my blood,
words, what are words but a series of sounds
stringed together to form the noose you tie around your neck.

Friday, January 19, 2018

Hey, it's Friday night......

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......wanna hook up for a drink, like we did so very long ago, one of those evenings alive with laughter, feeding us with the rhythm of the music in the air, energy building with the deepening night, drawing our bodies together, the blood in our veins speeding faster, your hands become demanding and my eyes tell you what you want to know, for us to slip away into the night, let loose our inhibitions and desires, I’ll say farewell when dawn lights the sky to become another day…