Tattoo's on the skin tell a story they hide a lot of sin.
They tell of personal pain and personal truth.
A person's journey may told by the tattoo's on their skin.
Triumphs, truths,lies and love are tattoo's on skin.
Even though the tattoo isn't visible doesn't mean it isn't there.
Life is a like a tattoo it comes in many forms and shapes just like people.
The colors vivid as blood and ink mix together in a dance intertwined,the script and symbols captured.
All of us are marked, we are unique, we burn with life that is our own personal tattoo.
Inked onto flesh is special meaning frozen in time now there for life.
Unfolding into all i am and will be the ink that is there tattooed on my skin, Is there for the world to see.

Written 3rd June 2014

Being wiccan is my calling it's my religion.
It is the well i drink from it quenches my souls thirst.
The god and goddess are my rulers i heed their call.
I follow the call of the elements earth, air, fire and water.
Wicca is something i can count on when i have nothing to give.
Wicca is something that gives me a sense of safety and relief.
When i know i have nothing i know i have wicca.
Blessed Be! be the the ancients for they dance with me.
The knowledge of wicca the complex magic is food for my soul.
The deities walk with me i feel their love, their protection.
No fear will tweak my soul no outer force will break my strength.
I will forever seek to learn the wiccan ways and laws,
For being wiccan is in my blood.

Written 5th July 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

Identity is a complex thing.
Identity can be a mask.
Identity can be fake or real.
Identity look at me what do you see?
For identity i can make any sacrifice.
A darkened shade of invisible expression is the anonymous hand of identity, cursed with to much freedom.
Searching for identity it doesn't seem enough.
The need for identity why doesn't it seem to have any meaning?.
I search for an identity a dynamic being called me.

See the teapot cat on the shelf,
What history has it seen and felt?.
Even though it ain't alive,
It still has the energy of history and time.

Musky body, amber eyes, coat of red.
Smokey breath that hangs in the morning air.
A full spread of antlers on a glorious head.
He is the child of herne the lord of the wild hunt.
King of the woods is this stag his roar echoes off the trees, it rings in the air.
A challenge to all who enter his domain.
He owns his space, he stakes his claim there in the ragged wood.

Soul deep, Soul sleeps,
Deep inside of you.
Souls scattered through space and time,
Souls and spirits divided,
Hearts together united.

The Witch
Blessed be! the witch inside,
Look into your minds eye.
Friend of nature, elements and animals.
Down to earth they truly see,
the evil of the tricksters and wannabes.
Should not be punished for their craft,
There is beauty in a witches sacred art.
Witches change with the seasons,
They breath the air of liberation.
Witch is child of light and shadow,
Natures spirit flows within.
A witches roots run deep, their will is strong,
They will stand up for what is right.
Searching and finding, needing and minding,
Wondering when the quest will end.
A witch cannot hide who they are, a pagan child.
All who follow the faith must heed the call.

Written 18th June 2014

They watch from the shadows, they hide in plain sight.
Weapons that whisper silence and death, Masks that hide truth.
Illusions are revealed to be lies, Kings and peasants will die alike side by side.
Lights dwindle and shadows flicker, the night is young.
The path of the assassin is hard they are always in death's backyard.
The traits of the skilled, the doers of evil are all laid before the assassins creed.
Shadows and steel, poison and guile are some of the tools an assassin needs.
Walkers of shadow and light, the invisible stalkers assassination done for the greater good.
Where assassins enemies reign it's a world of fear and pain.
It is they who commit that deadly sin to inflict so much pain the mind simply cannot take.
An assassins creed is law for assassins are a brotherhood in arms.

Written by Kelly O'Hara 5th June 2014

Unlock your dreams to unlock your passion
Unlock your motivation to unlock your potential
Unlock you Knowledge to unlock your experience
Unlock the wisdom to unlock life.
You only live life once.

Written 25th June 2014

Wave after wave,
I'm slowly drifting drowning in my emotions,
Weight of the world on my shoulders.
Wave after wave rolls me over hard,
I'm fighting to stay alive.
My soul has been sent out to sea,
Drifting afar distantly.
These crashing violent riptides,
Will soon turn a peaceful wave.
The ocean of emotion sometimes set us adrift.
The returning tides will bring us back into the heart of another,
A path that leads to the end of all things,

Written 14th September 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

Courage is what makes us.
Courage can be what breaks us.
Courage is what drives us.
Courage divides the weak.
Courage makes us free.
Courage controls our instincts.
Courage makes us face our fears.
Courage is what it takes to stand out and and be proud of who we are.

A lonely soldier in the war field of mind,
Fights with pen not a sword cause his hands are tied.
Fighting for freedom all freedoms,
Even freedom of mind.
The soldier fights for his flag, for his country, for his life.
The dream of a soldier lies beyond the battlefield,
You can see it in their eyes.
Take a moment to stop and pray, for it is they who fight and bleed and die, everyday.
The soldier keeps us safe from things to come, by being on the front line where there might be none.
Those that never were one shall never know the glory of that special comradeship for they were brothers in arms.

Written April 18th 2014

Feel the wolf inside the spirit alive.
Feel your senses heighten.
The thrill of the hunt, the claws dig into the ground.
Silent shadows move in the darkest night,
Running in the distance far,
Underneath the moon and stars.
The wolf is like no other,
Red in tooth and claw like natures maw.
Growling, snarling, biting, bleeding, the fight must go on.
Wolf withstanding man's hate,
Wild, fierce and free.
The wolf has sung it's song,
It will be tamed by no one.

Written 18th September 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

Darker than the darkest shadow, standing on a razor's edge the light prevails the shadows.
Dark whispers can be heard the voices crash into silence.
Lights dwindle and flicker, the colors clash like spilt blood.
Dark diamonds flicker like fragments of soul waiting to be collected.
Dark diamonds are woven into dreams the essence remains the same.
Divided I'm constantly chasing the the light to the horizon line.
The dark ethereal the diamond in the rough and hard to touch the, The dark diamond sparkles.
Finding the truth when diamonds are legend there are greater gifts to be found. They are Brilliant with beauty but do not show much light.
Only a few can hinder what's really inside, for truth be told not many can find that knowledge and depth of endurance that a dark diamond hides.
Just like a dark diamond darkness can embed your soul,
The pressures of life have caused you to harden.
The rarest of gems at the top of the list a dark diamond will always be wanted, will always hold beauty, always be wanted.
Can never be owned or idly flaunted for dark diamonds have dark virtues.

Written by Kelly O'Hara 7th June 2014

Life is but weaving,
I cannot choose the colors,
The threads are woven steadily.
Every memory every experience,
Is a thread woven and embroidered in the tapestry of our life.
The tapestry of life continues to be woven,
The light blends magically with the dark.
Threads so delicate so fragile we all need to take care.
But any thread that is broken can most times be repaired.

Written 15th September 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

You  Know you complete me,
Our love is true.
I know I've never met anyone quite like you.
You're beautiful yet strong and commanding,
Our love life at time can be quite demanding.
Our obsession is inevitable, our attraction undeniable.
You fill a void no other can touch.
You know you complete me you know that much.

I'm a slave to the rhythm a slave to the beat.
The heartbeat of the earth demands it.
The rhythm demands I fall to my feet.
The rhythm beats out a tattoo on my heart.
Life beats out a rhythm it demands a lot of those who follow it, We dance to it.
Let the rhythm be my guidance, let me resound on this forsaken sacred ground.
I'm a soul looking to be whole rhythm is the hidden magic i am a slave to it.

Written 29th May 2014.

Fate is cruel fate is just.
Fate can mean a million things.
Fate can change day by day.
Fate will live another day.
Fate depends on who you are.
Fate can be your shining star.
Who decides your fate?.

See the words fall onto the page, see them collect the magic.
There is a place that only the ink weaver goes,
This is a place that can keep the nightmares at bay.
Thrown into a world of utter confusion,
From the pain and sorrow there is no seclusion.
Off balance living on the razors edge, I'm walking on the tight wire.
The unending desire to put pen to page, the tumble of thoughts twisting and turning.
Feeling the desire of unspoken words it's inkhearts world.
Inkheart the magical poet, unforgettable, devourer of paper,
Scarred and adorned by humanity and reality.

Written by Kelly O'Hara 28th May 2014.

He will bring you to your knees,
He will **** your memories.
Watch out for rivers of blood,
You'll wish you never met the memory killer.
Invisable predator, Odd behaviour,
It's only a matter of time.
Watch your back he might attack,
And steal your memories.
Questions sparked, memories are killed and broken,
Left exposed for the world to view.
My memory fades as death brings to light a new creature,
Feared by the world loved by the media.
Memories always cut the skin so deep,
I have nothing left anymore,
No memories all taken by the memory killer.

Written by Kelly O'Hara 20th Sept 2014

A starry eyed sky do the heavens provide,
Heavenly hurt does it give us.
The moon lies fair there's a certain slant of light.
The burning souls do shine brightly in midnight sky,
For they maketh the starry eyed sky.
Shooting stars shot from Orion's bow the sparks do glow,
In the far reaches of the starry eyed sky.
The outward light and the heavenly part the beauty does with purpose.
The sickening stars fade off the ethereal plane,
Closed one by one by dawn's approach.

Written By Kelly O'Hara 22nd July 2014

Over the wintery forests,
Wind howls with no leaves to blow.
There are none so savage as the bear,
Fearsome, red in tooth and claw.
Coming forth from the frozen north to commune with nature and me.
The noble beast is best left in peace.
Strong like mountain, fearless like tiger,
The fire burns within the spirit.
Wise dark gaze, voice of quiet or roar.
He rises with purpose.
He is Powerful in body and mind.
Roamer,loaner he walks the forest floor.
The bear guides through dreams and dangers unseen.
He walks as an animal, he stands as a man,
He remains eternal he is the bear.

Written April 9th 2014

I sit upon the sandy shore,
Watching the waves flow back and forth.
The breeze caresses my face, it whips my hair,
It encloses my body acknowledging I'm there.
I walk the dunes  i feel at ease, i see the sea calm and still.
As the day begins to end i sit upon the beach,
To watch the sunset  reach it's peak.
I stood in the sand on the beach observing nature at it's peak.

Bear witness to the legacy of war the tears is has brought.
Bear testament to the deadly game of cat and mouse.
Every tale of daring do, the deaths, the heroism it's the legacy of war.
In the cold in the dark the legacy of war lurks in the minds of those left behind.
Never forget the storms will clear, never stop or give into the fear.
The legacy of war does not have to be cold, what we treasure most are our memories of our heroes.
We can be victorious and let them be glorious, until we can conquer vengeance and sorrow.
It maybe never ending this legacy of war, after all we endure there will be light at the end of the tunnel.
This is what is the legacy of war.
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Am i wrong to feel the way i feel?,
My pain is forever revolving like a spinning wheel.
Fear and pain are not just daggers in my heart,
My soul is broken into pieces will it ever become whole?.
Broken dreams and broken promises shatter like glass,
Will i be forever wrong in chasing my past?,
I want to shine bright,
I want to hear the whispers of my soul,
No endless days of struggle do i want.
Peace be needed to ease my mind,
I don't want to be wrong inside my mind.
Peace ... Be Still.. What do I Do too Ease my mind?....Shine Bright the whispers of my soul the Struggles i overcome!!
Written 30th Dec 2014.

Partisans of liberty a patriots act,
A neutralized citizen,
Vision of freedoms enslaved in flames.
Holding flesh in your hands and guilt written all over your face.
Swallowing the taste of nostalgia,
Looking down the road to ruin,
****** freedom must be fought for.
A beast rises inside as i claim my destiny.
There is a force that cannot be stopped,
That inner voice, that solid core,
Social justice of the people reaching out.

Written 7th September 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

Untamed passion that fights to be released.
Anger that bleeds innocence away.
Frustration and sadness a cross to be shouldered.
A light shining bright I fear none!.
Cannot be held by chains or bars.
A soul as wild as nature at one with the elements.
A heart that fights an endless battle an endless war inside.
Don't think me weak soon to break,
Don't you ever make that mistake.
I play a role I'm not to be conquered,
The fire in my eyes will speak.
In my veins there is a power no man may take me for a fool.
How great the challenge to the caged warrior's soul,
To tame the magic rarely bestowed.
Absence of truth may be absolute In plowed and harrowed thoughts.
Hearts of all hearts look to know what is inside a caged warrior's soul.

Written 10th June 2014 by Kelly O'Hara

Worn thin my heart can't take no more.
The tears I've cried the sorrow i feel the pain inside.
Stretched impossibly thin i feel like I'm dying inside.
I hear the ticking of time passing,
I hear chips coming off my mortal coil.
My soul aches for release from confines worn thin.
All that remains is a grey husk a shell worn thin by life's endeavors.
Dark clouds loom over the horizon i guess it's destiny's call.
I stand looking in the mirror looking at the shattered remains of a strong will worn thin.
Maybe life isn't for me anymore i don't know who i am anymore.
I fear for the selfish pain the relentless tragedy,
The uncharted deception it has worn me thin.
My perception is altered my sense of self worth blurred, I can't decipher myself.
Constructed Illusion of that which is worn thin does not belong on this earthly plane.

Written 28th June 2014 By Kelly O'Hara.

Moments in time are lost like tears in the rain.
Moments never stay standing still.
Moments are to be cherished like loves  first kiss.
In a moment a million tears will fall.
In a moment a heart will break.
A moment is taking one step at a time.
In past moments memories are recalled.
As the seconds pass we look back on moments we have lost.

Behold the raven black, they beholden the shadows.
See the dead man's fall,
Hear the raven's call.
Fixed upon me was the raven's eye,
The studied subject was I.
Rippling reflections, Sinking fathoms,
Into the mirror of my soul.
Infinite peering into my mortality,
The raven black, shining, naked,
Waiting to touch my time.
Carrier of souls is the raven,
They collect the honored dead.
Black winged angels are the ravens,
For all the pain i carry shall shatter and burn within.

Written 6th September 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

See the soldiers row upon row,
Carrying all their burdens and woes.
They fight and they bleed all for you.
For valiant they fall fighting for freedom.
The soldier fights for their flag, their family, your freedoms.
The soldiers fight for right and wrong.
This not a nightmare or a dream, this is where people scream.
The soldiers stand tall in the streets, they bleed without a sound.
These soldiers are just names and tags when they end up in body bags.
Remember these soldiers keep the peace,
They are soldiers who live and die so we can stay free.

You wake up filled with dread,
There seems no reason for it.
It's something unseen,
It's the beast within, the unseen force.
It eats away at you, at your core.
The silence greets you like a brick wall,
Questions remain unanswered.
The air hangs heavy with a pregnant pause,
The shadows hold their breath.
The flame of a past life burns,
The dark creeps into the space left behind,
A key is left to a vault once locked,
Will the key be found?.

Written 22nd July 2014. By Kelly O'Hara

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite.
He bends you with his might his arrows go swiftly and far.
The archer loves the arrow that flies,he loves the bow that is stable.
The arrow of the archer weaves the threads to your heart as if,your beloved was the cloth.
Fragment of spirit litter the paths of life, his soul cries out to them.
The archer has the flame that burns therein, this he said in words.
But much remained unsaid inside his heart.
For himself he could not speak his secret.
The archer takes another breath in the still of the air, another look cast backward, Only to be another murmur in the glade.

Written 17th May 2014

Mother earth,
Creator of the starry heavens.
The Windswept harmony of rhythm
Creator of harmonious color.
Mystery surrounds us all.

Fire rainbow blazes into life.
The colours sparkle like a prism,
Light in the horizon pulses through.
Glorious colours dancing like fire in the sky.
Bands of colours wouldn’t be if the soul, would cry no tears.
Colours overlapping forming a
Beautiful cascade,
Giving,
Light to,
All.
A flash of light a part of nature blazes red.
The brilliant hues of the rainbow dance in my mind,
Where I
Feel
No pain.
I feel the warmth of the fire rainbow against my face,
And breathe in its beauty.


Written 30th August 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

Being creative doesn't always have rhyme or reason.
Being creative can flow with the seasons.
Creativity is a celebration of color, of life, of words.
Creativity comes from a colorful soul, it needs light to ignite the spark,to give it life.
Being creative is a poetic expression of one's self.
Being creative comes with it's own creative price.
Creativity needs an open door for it to flow forth.

Written 25th June 2014

Thoughts will churn round and round,
Some of them will hit the ground,
The thoughts cause the heart to ache,
Wondering when will i get a break?.
Days of endless struggle are these,
More hopeful pills today,
Trying to appear normal,
In some sort of way.
It seems the struggle is always here with me,
I know there's been many who've had it worse,
People say i have alot going for me,
I'm sorry but i just can't see,
Because my worst enemy is inside of me.
Wishing to be enthusiastic,
Instead of feeling like I'm made of lead.
Wanting to be excited,
Wanting to care more,
Sometimes my emotions are through the floor.
Cluttered mind, cluttered thinking,
It's hard to focus and not worry too much.
I feel that everyone is better than me,
And that i can't do anything right,
This is how i've felt all my life.
This just didn't happen over night.
No confidence in myself to speak my mind,
Any of these problems would be a vice,
But having this monster inside me how do i fight?.

Written 15th Nov 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

Glorious colors,
How glorious are your colors,
I see the rainbow of colors.
A painted world do i see,
The most beautiful colors in a painted world explode into life.
Dancing rainbows reflect in sunlit caves,
Surrounds twinkle gloriously.
Colors swirl and dance in a painted world.
Let it come and paint my world.

What do i do,
If both are weapons,
My silence and my words,
My regrets from all corners.
All channels are breaking.
In the criss- crossing the shadows,
We admire the power of words.
Learning the tightrope of reality spread thin.

As a creature of the night I shun the call of daylight.
The hallowed call i hear within my soul.
I lurk where most will fear to tread, they fear the call of the creature of the night.
I spread my wings in the still of the night, my senses take flight.
Hours of the night will pass just like the sands flowing through an hourglass.
As a creature of the night my time is brief I must flee before the sun rises.
Watch your back and stay out of sight for I am a creature of the night.

Written 29th May 2014

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder so they say.
But beauty can hold so much pain.
For it can serve as a mask to hide the shadows of the past.
Beauty comes in many forms, be it abstract, human or animal.
You have to see beauty in all things no matter what the shell contains.
The eye of the beholder may see what isn't true, But that doesn't mean it's no less wonderful.
No one is perfect everyone has faults and regrets, but that just make you human.
Take a flower breath it in, it's petals aren't perfect they are different in in forms and sizes from another, Yet the flower is just as beautiful as  any other form of nature.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Written 20th May 2014