Thursday, December 31, 2020

31 December 2020


 The last day of the year and my heart is filled with sadness,

sadness for the madness prevailing on this plane,

sadness for the masses knowingly or unknowingly deceived,

sadness for the anger directed at the wrong people,

sadness for the lack of empathy that exists,

sadness for the callous nature in which humanity is being persecuted,

sadness for those living unnecessarily in fear,

sadness for those who have no hope,

sadness for those who don’t see a future,

sadness for the misdirected,

sadness for the broken,

sadness for the lost,

sadness for a time gone by, never to return,

sadness for the loss of freedom,

sadness for the loss of joy,

sadness for the anger trapped in so, so many people,

sadness for the lonely,

sadness for the isolated,

sadness for memories that feel like a fairy tale,

sadness for the youth who have to live this out,

sadness for the elderly whose entire reality has been removed,

sadness for the loss of love,



…and I pray the love and joy still alive

will overtake and consume all the evil, the darkness, the threats, the deception,

and may the devil take his own and depart from my reality, and this plane, forever.



Tuesday, December 15, 2020

Holding On



There is this knowing, an awareness almost inherent,

a feeling of, it has always been, maybe silent, but never away,

wrecking havoc on me, yanking me this way then that,

feelings my body has not forgotten, images alive in my mind,

I can taste the fresh air, I can taste the freedom,

it was never meant to be another way, this is contrary,

I’m holding on, we have always been, holding on is what we do well.


Thursday, December 3, 2020

Worlds beyond our World


 Nights are still the most peaceful place to dwell in,

the silence of a soft rustling in the hedge, a hooting owl, in the far-off distance a barking dog,

the darkness of the brightly sparkling stars, dimming as night by night the moon is growing,

the perfection of lack of sight opening your vision to worlds beyond ours,

to dreams in magnificent colour and detail you can taste them, smell them,

you want them so badly, a slight tilt would topple you into the unknown and steal your soul forever

and all you’d leave behind were the footprints on the paths you walked

and the tears shed by those who were true to you, shared your life, loved you,

yes, I would not hesitate to fall into that unknown, the fa├žade of this world has crumbled

and I can bear no more the degradation, destruction, dissolution, maliciousness and greed

that rules this plane, and what I see to be possible, underscores the depth of your deception,

and is also the starting point of your demise.


Monday, November 30, 2020

The Top of the Food Chain



I don’t want to think about this world anymore,

everyone lets someone down,

each is a threat to the other,

tainted with fear and uncertainty, no word is true,

no action is pure, no deed is done out of love.


I look out over the ocean and wish I were a dolphin,

no thing can corrupt its mind,

no body can lock it down,

freedom just is because restrictions do not exist,

do not cloud the mind, do not follow anything but joy.


I watch the wind arc the branches of tall, tall trees,

grown strong through gales,

roots deep to anchor itself,

giving shade to worthy and unworthy alike,

providing shelter to critters and creatures, unendingly,


yet we call ourselves the top of the food chain????


Saturday, June 20, 2020


I walk through fresh air and sunshine, not a care in the world, it’s a weekend afternoon after all,
children are running across lawns and fields all energy, excited voices and boisterous laughter,
a cat is sitting on a tree stump sunning itself, tail swishing lazily back and forth, disinterested gaze,
the ocean in the distance is calm, currents drawing streaks in all varieties of blue, 
the horizon flat and beckoning, whilst the mountains majestically guard this valley,
a silent solid strength crystal clear against the winter blue sky, so much life, so much tranquillity, so much natural joy and beauty……

……spoilt by the masks I see, incomprehensible, as these are healthy people wandering about,
folk living in a fear that hasn’t reached or touched them or their loved ones directly yet has destroyed and completely changed their neighbourhood, their community, their way of life.
Think for a moment, if information wasn’t spilling lies into our heads and heart as easily as it is, through our phone, tab, television, social media, if people still reacted to what they faced and witnessed instead of what they were told, enhanced by stage acts shot in our streets, this lie would never have perpetuated to this point where the citizens of this world are held prisoners in their home, have become fearful of touch, even from their loved ones, are held hostage by their governments, where, when we obey, we may be rewarded with our God given right to (their selected) freedom of movement and association…..

……and looking at what I see before me, today should be another perfectly peaceful day in paradise, without strife, without worry, without threats, without fear, today should be a perfect slide into a trouble-free, love-filled Saturday night, how can we allow them to take this away from us?!?!?!?

Wednesday, June 3, 2020

I pray


I passed a vagrant, a wanderer, this afternoon,

who took off his hat and dropped his walking stick,

sank down on his knees before my pup,

slowly reached out and held his hand for her to sniff

cooing gentle words to her, seemingly oblivious of my presence,

focussing on her soft coat, wagging tail and gentle eyes,

and I could feel his need for a hug, for warmth, softness,

emanating right through me, a wave of such sadness

and longing, for love, of loss, of what is…

A pup can feel the need for touch, freely give a hug

while comforting an aching soul,

how is it that humans have lost that compassion for one another?

My heart aches for this world, for the lonely, fear-filled people,

for those without hope, of which there are many,

for those without a tomorrow, there are more and more each day,

for those who don’t have anyone to turn to, who do not understand,

and I pray God gives them comfort in His own special way.



Friday, May 22, 2020

5.45 on 5.22



It’s 5.45 and the street lights come on, another day past, and I wonder

what do you get out of this, what do you gain

with these tyrannical laws you have created,

what hollows are you trying to fill by oppressing others,

denying basic human rights, taking away freedom,

tumbling peace-loving people into a state of fear, panic, hatred and desperation?

What is it you get from being so hateful,

from accumulating money and possessions whilst your country is dying,

what do you feel when you see your people suffer?


...but when you're alone, you are still that lonely, hateful, empty, poor, pathetic soul

and no laws you write will ever satisfy the darkness alive within your self,

it will never be satisfied, it will consume you and control you, it will own you

and you will remain a slave to your desires and greed and hate and self-loathing

because how can you sleep a sleep of peace

when you are actively plotting against, instrumental in implementing

the execution of your fellow man.



Sunday, May 17, 2020

Another day in limbo


Today I cannot stand the light-hearted sounds emitting from the television set,

I cannot tolerate music of any kind since it evokes memories of something taken from me,

loss overwhelms, loss of freedom, of frivolity, of an era gone and closed, never to be had again,

a turning point in our lives irrevocably closed, one our children one day may conceive to be a fairy tale from a fruitful imagination,

maybe as we look upon the fairy tales from our childhood, so magical, distant and unbelievable, who says that is not how we once were,

creatures of light, flying through the air as a breath of wind, colourful as mischievous laughter, a delight to anyone who sees you, your gift to everyone you touch, love, peace and life.

And all the while the waves keep rolling, another dusk has fallen, another day in limbo,

how long is this going to last……



Wednesday, May 13, 2020

Idiocracy has become......


I am disgusted by the callous way in which governments are slowly murdering

the citizens of their countries, leaders across the world, elected by the people,

who put their faith and trust into them,

to protect them, their citizens, and the autonomy and wellbeing of their country,

now left utterly helpless, devoid of hope, left to starve,

held hostage by unhumanitarian laws and regulations

aimed at keeping you in a state of fear with rules that induce sickness,

controls that boggle common sense, denying you your right to work,

to make living, whilst handing out fines and threatening imprisonment

(to an unemployed nation, I ask???) and enriching themselves from donations of support,

through their corrupt and inhumane actions,

Idiocracy* has become….. but this is far removed from being a joke,

they are playing with our lives.





Thursday, April 30, 2020

The Treacherous and Traitorous

What traitorous beings live here amongst us
who feel they have the right to control me
to the extent of whether I may smoke or not,
who feel it prudent to determine exercise times by regulations,
who feel, or rather, welcome wearing a mask,
effectively shutting their voices, degrading themselves
and being an obedient puppet marching to their own demise!
What callous mind can devise a plan so simple
yet so evil so as to control the entire planet
with fear and threats and regulations which have nothing
to do with the supposed cause?
How did so many become so compliant and unquestioning
of what is now their daily life, at home, limited/no income,
limited/no freedom of movement, censorship of speech,
and where the engagement in virtual networks is encouraged
and contact with real people shunned?
How is this rational or normal or in the interest of you and me?
Economies are crashing, farmers are destroying their crops,
humanity is getting restless, how do you foresee a happy ending?
How will having a record low in the influenza death rate in 2020
compensate for the death of every nation on this planet,
for every drop of blood that will be spilt when we rise,
and rise we will, it’s inevitable, on this final, global battlefield.

Wednesday, April 29, 2020

38 Days in Prison

I wanted to love and be loved,
I wanted fairy tales to be true,
I believed in normal functional families
who helped and supported each other to become better beings,
I thought employers had the interests of their employees in mind,
I thought industries were there to aid towards the goodwill of all mankind,
I believed religion to be righteous and true,
I believed education was for the betterment of humanity,
I thought welfare organisations were there for the causes they represented,
I believed what was told to me, by my elders, my parents, my friends, the words of strangers,
I believed in the intent behind the restoration of wrongs committed,
I believed in a selfless, caring, honest, kind and truthful humanity,
I believed justice always prevails,
I believed light always triumphed over darkness,
I believed in happy endings,
a lot of this has changed and I am mourning the demise of what I believed the world to have been.

Monday, April 20, 2020

Under the Hazel Tree

Tonight I feel the dark man in a black cloak with a hunchback and a crooked nose,
his gnarled stick striking the ground in a rhythm disturbing the hairs at the back of my neck,
I can hear his breath hissing through his rotten teeth, murmuring to himself,
mumblings to remind me of the threats and horrors and all which should not have been,
crooning out my judgment which he will bestow upon me with judicious pleasure.
Cold shivers run down my spine, every nerve ending alert and fully aware of his threat,
getting nearer with every ray of sunlight that slips behind the mountain, with every lengthening shadow creeping closer and closer to me, and although I am gripped by fear, I am not afraid,
because I know his swindling stories, I know his treacherous ways, I feel his maleficence,
and thus I am here, under the Hazel tree, with my hand on my sword and the truth on my lips,
I do not concent to you, I will not bow down to you, and I am waiting, be prepared for a fight.

Saturday, April 18, 2020

Let me be a drop of water

Let me be the drop of water falling from the sky,
a drop of water in the cascade of splendor from a fountain,
making rainbows for thirsty eyes who cannot stop shedding tears.
Let me be the drop of rain falling from the sky
into an ocean vast, one tiny little drop in the collective sea
stretching from here to eternity.
Let me be the dewdrop falling into the steam,
flowing down from the highest mountain, finding its way along an effortless trail,
through crevices and under rocks, through soft sand and around tangled roots,
becoming ever stronger, growing, gaining strength and wisdom
from the battering through many rapids before hurdling down a waterfall,
falling, falling, falling, to become the mirror-smooth lake
at the outstretches of the maelstrom, cleansed by the path it followed,
all the while held in the fluid arms of the creator.
Now you can to see through the sparkling water the dancing rays of sunlight
playing hopscotch over moss covered stones and swaying fronds,
colouring the scales of the water creatures in the metallic shine of mystical knowledge,
of change, rebirth, renewed, adapted, accepted, and there’s wonder in that which we are,
who we’ve become, who we were destined to be just as the spirits, flying free in the breeze,
seeing from eyes of love and peace, tolerance and friendship, kindness and empathy,
of all, for all and everything that is.

Thursday, April 16, 2020

The End of a Dream?

Remember that Thursday morning you went to work,
it was raining, the traffic a mess, umbrellas darting across busy roads to a barrage of hooting,
the sky so dark with clouds you thought the sane ones were those at home, dry and warm,
and that mid-Summer Tuesday afternoon when the sun was blazing, baking down on people streaming through the streets towards the nearest shade or tree or building with air-conditioning,
and noon one Friday in Spring, when an air of happiness permeated the spirit and doused every thought with pleasure, excitement and anticipation,
thinking about an evening of dancing, laughter and desire for the one you're with,
carefree, following every impulse, urge and signal absorbed under the silver moonlight of the sleeping hours,
until eventually you drifted away on a liquid cloud of satiation and the fulfilment of the dream that was yours to live that day,
how I wish for a day such as those, will they return, or has the world forever changed?

Sunday, April 12, 2020


It’s hindersome, this inward way when the outwards one is restricted,
raises the kinds of thoughts usually dismissed by that e-mail or phone call,
no distractions has freed the mind, filling it with the normal and the wayward,
into the mystical and fantastical, into the dreamy, and into hell,
and it’s tiresome, this battle to keep the darkness in its rightful position,
it’s downright impossible those times I cannot help but let the tears flow,
when a song I loved, a song about love and life, sunshine and movement,
highlights this current state of isolation we find ourselves in.
Yesterday I drove the pass on our doorstep at the proper speed deemed for my car
because I could, there was no one, not another car, not a moving creature, nothing,
four lanes of emptiness... and that’s how the chambers of my heart feel right now, empty.

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

The biggest trick of all time

This is not right, no-one can tell me this is right,
looking over your shoulder to see who is around,
who is watching, who is friend, who is foe,
the fear-ridden snitching on their own neighbour
in the name of everyone’s wellbeing???
Who needs police and prison wardens
when you convince the majority at large
of a threat so great they would betray their own brother
to ensure every living soul locks themselves up voluntarily,
in self-imposed isolation, to ward off an enemy
as real as the Emperor’s new coat?
Yes, there is an enemy, a very real threat,
and when the puff of smoke from this magic trick evaporates,
you will find yourself in a world of unimaginable ruin and destruction
in which few will be free from the dominance of the darkness,
in which few will be free to wage the ultimate battle long foretold.
Or are there more than the few that we think?

Wednesday, March 25, 2020


There was a time people locked themselves into their houses
because the sick were lining the streets, dying,
today we hide in our homes when we have yet to see an ill person.
Is this fear innate programming, used by the supremely wicked
to manipulate us into subservient beings, free only to do their bidding?
Will society be ruled by laws removing every vestige of freedom, joy and light
which too is innate in our being?
Does our joy and light pain our masters so, them, who are riddled with greed
and a hunger for power and possessions, that empty void they never can fill
and they know it. So they will destroy all that is good, that is love, that is light
to live in eternal darkness and damnation, because, believe me, justice will prevail,
if not on this plane then in the next, and that is a fact, that is what I believe!

Wednesday, March 18, 2020

In the blink of an eye

Is it as hopeless as predicted,
is there still hope, as some say there is,
is there a solution to the conflicts that dwell
in each of our hearts and minds?
Will the villain be successor,
will this be the end of all good,
have we really all forgotten what it’s like to be free
of the fears and threats thrown at us every day?
How did we get to be so programmed
to acquiesce no matter the bullshit served to us,
I am shocked to stupefaction,
I am mortified at my own response,
I am stunned by the deceptions,
the devious methods and intricate networks
created for our convenience and pleasure
now turned Warden on its prisoners,
taken, our self, our courage, our belief between right and wrong,
we have been hammered and attacked at every point, they grasp our every weakness
and they are one step away from flicking the switch and we will be imprisoned,
in both body and mind, am I the only one desperate to put a halt to this madness,
for heaven’s sake, please look and see!

Sunday, February 23, 2020

In this rain drenched night

In this rain drenched night
only the wicked are walking,
prowling for the lonely,
seeking out the weak,
hidden from the innocent
by the veil hanging in the streets.

Is the monster really walking
in the streets or is it maybe,
the knowing you’ve inside you,
you are capable of the very worst,
yes, you want to,
yes, you can,
yes, it’s fright’ning, just one thought
can erase all you’ve fought for, all you’ve ever sought.

In this rain drenched night
I am walking with my demons,
hitting out of hurt,
punishing out of pain,
overruled my latent goodness,
in this moment madness reigns.

Sunday, February 2, 2020

If you could...

Have you ever considered how much bigger the world would be if you could,
could bypass your fears and step into the unknown,
could shrug off your anxieties, syndromes and labels,
how much more you could do,
how much more would be open to you,
how much more would be possible
if you didn’t willing step into the boxes placed before you,
without option to personalise.

Have you considered how much freer you would be
if you didn’t have to conform to the roles imposed upon you by society,
if you knew you belonged, without having to meet pre-set norms,
how much easier you would breathe without the load of the outside world
pressing down on you,
how much more fulfilled you would be if you lived your dream, if you lived your belief,
if you were free to follow your heart…

Friday, January 17, 2020

What happened to the world

What happened to the world where the young respected the old,
where the migrant moulded to the settled,
where the existing was treated with deference?

I have no more patience for the cries from the weak,
demanding respect and tolerance,
outraged, when the abnormal is treated as such,
where the choice of who and what we associate with is no longer ours,
and our words are strangled before we can utter them.

I have no more tolerance for those who beg out due to their own inefficiencies,
who need to be treated with kid gloves lest they are triggered by the inconsequential.
The world is harsh. Treating the weaker as equals, has created a society
where abnormal is normal and right is wrong.
When differences were a choice made by the strong,
it led to a better existence, with stronger, healthier, happier people.

Instead, the incapable dominate by sheer noise and pushy brusqueness,
pointing fingers at the outside world instead of back into themselves.
How can you hope to become strong and independent if you keep hiding behind a label,
a safe space, bowing out instead of manning up, expecting the majority to tiptoe around the minority lest we inadvertently trip them up to melt down into a worthless puddles of fast evaporating water in the heat of the midday sun.

When did strong and capable become the undesirable?
When did being balanced and healthy become a threat?
When did normal become an aberration, something to be avoid, downplayed, even hidden?
When did I start censoring my own opinions and beliefs?
Who has handed the power over to the weak?
Have I passed over into another world?