Sitting here
Still a little drunk
From last night
Oh you are a sight
For sore eyes
My sweet demise
Where did you come from
And to where do you go
It's an ebb and flow
So easy to be around you
Feeling as I do
I could be superwoman
I could be anyone
Have anything
But all I want is you

Broken
By you
Words unspoken
By me
So much
To say
I won’t
Be the one
To say it
Coz it’s already said.

It’s not fair.
I beat my fists against the wall
As children do,
Shake my head
at the gravity of it all.
When does enlightenment happen?
When does evolution occur?
It’s just a blur,
This life.
Cuts like a knife
Through butter and
Leaves me senseless
On the gutter..
My heart weeps for you
Wallows in the deep
Side of the water
As you hold your breath
And I try to breathe
But it is what it is
And I cannot keep you
Unless you want to stay.

Fumbling for the lights
walls bend under the weight
of a darkness so cold
what has happened
to times of old?
Life, so heavy at status quo
so many born as so many go
Mother said, pull yourself  
toward yourself..
Move closer to the fire in your heart
and be warmed there,
you are your own Light.

Washes her hair in a river of tears
She takes a long walk in the rain
The winds are restless
for this time of year
Shifting, shifting, things around

Sidestepping the end of a chapter
Heaven lies on another page
I’m turning away
I turn to the mountain
I will climb to the very top

As I look down on sparse terrain
I remember, how I came to be here
It was pain, no not the train
That brought me here

I want to paint me
A new picture
I want to paint it blue
I want to paint me
A new picture
I want to paint it blue

Any color but you

Paint it blue
Paint me too
Paint me Blue.

It irks me to write about sadness
When, I’d rather
write about gladness
But as someone said to me
You’ve gotta go there to feel it
Immerse yourself in the moment
Reflect, let it be and then,
Set it free.

you know?
i am done.
take my gloves
from me
don't shove me
like that
i am untouchable
you may not
enter this space.

your skin and mine
come close
but we are not close anymore
and yet we are!
I cannot explain it
but we are inextricably bound.

Useless information
Clogs his brain
Like a blocked up drain
In a fit of dispair
He comes up for air
Clenches fists as he
Tightens the noose
Makes sure that it will
never come loose
Life is transitory
Death's own territory
We are all born to die
In some way or another
So if you feel it's time
Then come, brother.
Let go.

She whispered
Where are you?
His silence was so loud
That it deafened her ears
And stilled the leaves
That rustled underfoot
The cold was within
And the cold was without
Skin stretched tight
Across aching bones
While silent tears froze
On her sweetly
Sleeping cheeks

Quiet wind
Can you hear me?
I can't see very clearly.
Why are you so distant
Tonight
My blanket fails
to warm me tonight
Blow away this troublesome
Day
And let us play,
again,
Tonight.

Thoughts have mass.
What weighs more?
The carrying of a cross,
or the thought thereof?
Know ye not that ye are Gods?
What then, of the temples
on either side of your head?
Did you forget that you are Divine?
That you are the temple
of your own God?
That you co-create the space you
co-inhabit, body and mind?
As above so below.
The power of a Word.
Know naught else,
but know Thyself.
For thou art made in the image of God.
The architect of your reality is you.
Speak wisely
as you cast your thoughts
upon Creation.

tumbling over toes
i find my foot in my mouth
more often than i would like
can't take some things back
they stick like bubblegum
blows blows blows
bubbles popping reminding me
that i said the wrong thing again

The smell of you
in my nose
That day you flung me
up into the air
and we danced
amongst red roses
I felt weightless then
but heavy now
and the wind disposes
of all those petals
Love me, lot me alot..
Love me, love me not.

They played the odds
against their Gods
and watched the cards fall
Babylon was tall
but God was taller
than them all.

You could change your name
Would this change you?
When an actor steps into their role,
are they not altered
as they become their character?
I think the same applies to a name.
There is power in a name.
I could be Chantell or Cassandra or Karmina
and each of these resonate
with a different aspect of me..
Chantell has insecurities, is bright but childlike,
Cassandra wears dresses, sings and heals the world
Karmina rides bike, wears boots and takes no ****
There are times when I am one of them
and times when I am all of them,
keeping in balance the multiples of personality
that exist within one being.
Are we not, after all, One?
I am, that I am.
The meaning of this being that
in spite of being oneself,
one is also every other self.
A reflection of an evolving God
because As above, so Below.

What was that?
Did you just say
That you can’t remember?
How about that.
Convenience runs
In the blood of your veins.
You are accountable
For the rot of your reign.
You will be judged
All fingers pointing at you.

the whale is heavier in gold when dead
the tree worth more when planed into planks
the flower's so pretty but dies in the vase
when last did we stop to say thanks?

The shape of my heart
Is an outline of you

Words are music
without rhyme nor reason
put into perspective
are like the changing
of the season..
Reading is an art
that sometimes gets lost
But writing is a calling
that comes with heavy cost
It reminds me, sometimes,
of the carrying of the Cross.

Loud’s a form of silence
That speaks,
Especially when you’re listening.
Mud and blood on your ankles
Stand up keep up
Keep on keeping on
Return to the river, strong,
Like tides on high, striding by
With your head held up to the sky
Yours ears cocked and listening
To the sounds of silence
To the sound of that inaudible sigh
That escapes from under your breath

There’s a hole in me
That won’t be filled
More more more is never enough
Numbing the silence that hums
Fingers tapping at my temples
As I will it away

who's to say
why some thoughts happen
and why certain things occur
who's to give an answer
if the question is unsure
sometimes songs rhyme
and sometimes they do not
its not that we don't understand,
it's just that we forgot.

Dark is the blue that surrounds you
My breath catches in my throat
Monster is the wave that moves me
as it weaves and winds the pattern
of your soul around my heart
Churning and burning
I am enthralled
by the magic of what you are
and when the tide turns,
I will show you how to move mountains.

he rides a KLR
and they wizz into the stars
vroom vroom
adventure bike, not speed
no reason to bleed (again)
no joy in riding in the rain
she likes the way it hums
the way her best friend drums
she like the way it growls
the way her mom's dog howls
she likes the way it moves
the way her husband grooves
she likes everything
about motorbikes
like taking early forest hikes
its just a thing - no simple matter
like Alice and her Hatter
she flew once,
from the handlebars
and broke a bone or two
but still,
she likes to ride
she keeps her circle wide,
- wider -
She Rider.

I am One with the notion of You

Silence
To the ear
Is something
I hold dear
Being near you
Is music
And a slowly
Falling tear.

It's you.
It's all of you
That I Iove.

Why?

Because
This is what
We do.
We Love.

We feel other things too
But let's just
Focus on Love.

I hunger for you
like a wolf whose moon
howls back and that
is where I am..
In the path of light
that you cast.
Raise the mast
I am setting sail
In search of you.
Blue moon meandering
Under light of star shine
You will be mine
One way or another
You will be a part
Of me and I,
I will be your destiny.

Having explored
the vastness of earth
and built our towers,
we now discover
terrains of the mind..

From without
we move
within..

My fear
is another platform
for sin.

Pray here,
may this path be paved
with good intention
that we may
travel safely
Into the Mind,
positive and knowing
and consciously growing.

We have done this before.

The wise ones say that
"the only constant
in the universe
is Change"

So come, then.
Let us embrace change.
Again.

The sky's a blanket of black
Sleeping rooftops smudged
with purple ink and shadow
Yellow the colour of
Well matured cheese
Sits just above the horizon
Stealing light
From pinpricks in the night
What we call stars are
Portals through to heaven
Light passing through the sieve
That separates universes.

Alluding to..
All else?
That which matters
and that which does not.

Hellfire and Heaven
Doorways of freedom
Subways of speach
Sometimes Silence speaks
More sense, I am told
So speak then, Silence,
My ears are yours to teach

Her lonely self
Has some secrets
On the shelf
She dusts away
The cobwebs
And mutters underbreath
Something about
Life and death
I strain my ears
To listen
She cries some tears
That glisten
In the morning sun
It's an old song
Repeatedly sung
It's hers yours mine
The passage of time
Will erase the words
But the tune
stays the same
It's an old game
The players change
But the rules they
Will remain.

Cobwebs in her mind
She tries to find herself
But she is the fly
In her own web
Caught up by some
Needle and thread
Tread lightly
Says the spider
Or you’ll find
Yourself dead.

Mamma told me to never
Tip the boat,
While daddy taught me
How to stay afloat.
Chin up child. Sink or swim.

Flounder not, little bird
know you that you have wings?
Fly!
Lift those mighty, crooked things
let tension subside
into the joyride of climbing
undulated skies
Let go of things that bind you
and allow yourself to rise, arise!
Albeit in your mind it is as real
as what surrounds you
you are bound to nothing
but that upon which you linger.

I am all over you
In more ways than one
Cover me with
Your blankets
And let it be done.

Ghosts inside
of the machine..
Is it memory or dream?
Having been there,
having seen something
in that space
that is never as it seems,
just somewhere in between.
Somewhere, somehow
it all exists and yet
does not.
Sometime, somehow
we got caught up in the dream
And forgot about the Now.

I sense the start
of something new..
Reality has become surreal
and you have come
to steal my heart.
My will is in the process
of being shattered by you
and being rebuilt around
the notion of you
and though I should resist
I stand in awe
of what I have allowed
you to do.

I feel myself fragmenting
into pieces that are falling
into spaces that are calling
me to knees unused to crawling

Grassy hills hear
The call of a bird unknown
What is this sound that sings with clarity
Such utterly delightful singularity?
Is that the voice of an angel?
Or is it you that sounds so true
So out of the blue oh beautiful of you

You observe
and I do
I watch
and you act
twins souls on opposite
sides of the coin
cause and effect
act and react
rats on a race wheel
until we get off
and embrace

There was a moment
and that moment set me free
I was alive
Like I never thought I'd be
It was you
That fit me like a shoe
It was you that showed me
What is true.

Can you hear?
Silence speaks loudly
into the listening ear.

Hanging on
to the edges
of the canvas
loose threads
unravelling
my picture

Sheathed in a layer
of supersonic air
the wind parts for her
as she rides the airwaves
like a dancer in the sky
Stars blinking in and out
as she passes
illumined by the essence
of her presence
as she smiles upon the darkness
and revels in the black canvas
of a picture waiting
to be painted
by the brush of sunshine

with some things
the closer you get
the further away you feel
as though by zoning in
you enter the space in between
'interstices' - mind the gap
lest you fall through
never having reached
the next plateau

climb the tops of
tall, ivy clad walls,
slip down the edges
of cool bricks
and jump gently onto
untrodden soil..
wander through a
sweetly scented garden
and choose a flower.
give it a name.
say hello.
then tear off petals
one by one
and ask it
if it loves you.

you gotto go there to be there.