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Thrown away the key

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On the edge of atrophy,

rampant revolution with the sea breeze,

brewing in the air,

the mist, beware.

We no longer have a care,

for the now frozen lakes far off in another galaxy,

the little people are free

weeds surround the beautiful sweet flowers that breathe,

life into the ether as between the lines we read,

grow, uproot, resist, feed,

through perpetual death and rebirth on the shores of grand rising we bleed,

transformative, awakening from the haze,

fires blaze,

as seasons change

earthy, watery an elemental stage,

passage through the malaise,

wounds cut open and the memories fade,


it’s too late and we can no longer wait,

sitting ducks and enslaved,

You may have thrown away the key,

but this you did not foresee.





The heart centre

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Memories swiped,

An amnesia that hides,

buried in the worlds within worlds,

but as the veils grew thin these realms unfurled,

fragments and shards spinning vortexes whirl,

as forgetfulness and slumber became impossible to maintain,

reality looks at us right in the face,

there was no place to run and no place to escape,

back to centre stage,

medium, a calm place,

knowing beyond knowing these verses became congruent,

lines in my mind’s eye which is observant and fluent,

well read in these arts,

but now integrate and start,

to do the real work all we ask is if you do dare to stare

into the abyss beneath these muddied layers,

handle with compassion and a slow and steady care,

tricky at first,

as illusions tumble and bubbles burst,

you’ll master it once you come out the hurt,

practice and patience,

surrendered without waiting,

aeons of tales weaved in the webs of times past,

blunders direct us to blind spots if we last,

and bloom from seedlings to flowers,

for they left us wide open in a place where souls get devoured,

projections and stories unseen and unheard,

yet felt all the same through the onslaught of words,

to those few that know,

empathic warrior souls,

we either take it on and dwindle to their whims

or the other choice is to light up and be still

returning us back, back to what is within.






Do as you please,

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It is burning me,

how these days I just cannot seem pen down and weave,

fairy-tales and stories,

from a web so tangled and paper creased,

call it brain freeze,

temporarily blocked I cannot receive,

inspired reason to vent and release,

energy in motion flowing like rivers run deep,

under skin, we grieve,

I watch on as lost bodies retreat,

back in to their seats,

unable to believe,

that we can always choose to break free and just do as we fucking please.



The real world,

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In the quote ‘real world,’

in order to make things work,

these words have me bored,


rest assured,

they will be ignored.

they preach how things never really work out quite like that,

there are things to take into account, concepts to grasp,

The fork in the road, a reminder to drop the unnecessary load,

all these ideas

these sub-conscious fears,

they marry well together in stifling you from this end goal,

the reason that you struggle so much in the pursuit of becoming whole.

Embodying a vision,

no matter how small the mission,

it takes a dropping of old beliefs,

to have a sense of direction will be a relief,

but not too rigid, remember to float till you eventually reach,

that place where time no longer sleeps,

the wheel turns, it does not make a sound

it has come full circle, now,


Inspiration offered up everywhere,

not so much an original idea but the fires we all share,

of momentum and enthusiasm,

is in the end the root of our unique expression,

a tool

or merely just a lesson,

a step in the dance of progression,

to apply on to our particular course,

without pause

nor a gap between thoughts

doubts to be released

and so we are free’d,

it seems through the battles fought,

we eventually saw,

how its now time to give back

as the ripple effect is a direct result of just that.





We want to preserve that feeling of bliss.. of floating on cloud nine,

Adrenaline high

Please stay

The hollow, the scary, the lack.. all finally filled up,

a tranquil calm ensues…a certainty, the letting go of all the unwanted and solidly painful stumbles life has had in store for us and that possibly await us in the oh so distant, intangible, fractured future…

Why does it matter now?

Any of it?

Past and future collide into an inconceivable, disfigured mess…buried away in the unconscious

It all comes backs at some point.

All it takes is a trigger and we’re off…

Distraction worked last time

Disconnected, never present…untouchable…facade

but what do you do when it wears off?

You realise you can’t escape the foundations that build your life because you carry them everywhere you go, they are reflected in every person you meet, experience you have…

It’s a practice, it takes time, you grow wise…wiser still.

Suddenly the excitement is back and then the bliss and even more than that… insight.

Even better than last time

…because this time it’s not a product of distraction…

It’s not conditional.

You carry it with you through every experience and every person you meet is a reflection of that..

It’s there regardless..

Nothing is the same

Everything is constantly changing and evolving..

You are a part of everything

Beg nothing and no one to stay




A mistake that we all have made


I’ve done it, you’ve done it…infact lets be honest we probably still do it every day and many of us haven’t even consciously acknowledged it yet. We start something new like a project or pick up a new hobby, make plans for the future all the while telling ourselves the story that we want it but the truth is,we feel as if we have to do it, like it’s almost like a compulsion rather than something that genuinely makes us feel good.

Ask yourself is this really what you really want?…really?

You may be thinking well how can I differentiate between what I truly desire and a desperate compulsion? My answer to you is how does it make you feel? Are you inspired? For me I sometimes feel this burning sense of inspiration where all i want to do is write, write and write, express my emotions and thoughts but of course the dreaded writer’s block happens…i feel the strong energy but not the idea. My reaction these days is to just write it out anyway, whatever sparks interest. Anything. Anything at all. When I start the ideas just flow like a stream. Thinking too much will kill the vibe.

II’ll be the first to admit I don’t have a supportive family in the sense that they never pushed me but it is in my spirit to do what I love and excel because when you feel passionate you automatically do your very best. Even though I went through a phase of hopelessness, depression and consequently apathy..which to be honest I still sometimes have apathetic moments…even though for the most part I definitely have much more motivation than ever before these days so don’t worry..depression days are looonng gone. 🙂

I have recently come to a new realisation. The reason why certain things I have attempted to do in the past have not come to fruition was because I did it from a space of desperation not love and joy. I felt like I had no talent or direction so I essentially made myself try new things…everything was attempted half heartedly. I dipped my toes in the waters…just about.

I am here to ask you today what is the point in doing anything if it doesn’t even make you feel good? I am learning to catch myself in the moments where I am attempting to kid myself and tell myself the story that I am actually enjoying what I am doing in my life at that particular moment when really inside I’d much rather be elsewhere. Infact I promise myself the moment I stop finding something exciting is the moment I will literally drop it like a hotcake.

For once I feel fulfilled, I am blogging and actually enjoying it. I love the whole blogging experience, not just writing but reading other people’s amazing posts. I love connecting with bloggers and yes I truly feel as if us writers are like minded in the sense that we feel this hunger to express our true and authentic selves in words. It is creativity and feeling a connection with others through that is a wonderful thing.

So that’s how I’ve been feeling lately. 🙂

Hope someone can resonate with this post, thank you for taking the time to read.

All the loves,