Touch the heart
Loosen the coils that bind
Hold softly all that you are and believe in
To be
Just to be
Still
Calm
And silently waiting
For you to return
That’s all I ask
All I need
There is so much that you will never know .

He called her
The soul of his soul
Child in arms
Joyfulness overflowing
Laid crumpled upon the earth
Ash filled  hair
Dust covered face
Guns and bombs
Destruction
We call ourselves the human race
We watch
We see
We witness
We cry
We march
All whilst they die
Now
Soul meets soul
Heavens cry
When gentle men lay down to die
Heart breaks
With each vision
Blood on hands of politicians
Complicit in war
They will one day
Meet their maker
What will they tell
When they are turned away
Direction travelling straight to hell

And we moan about the weather
And the tax rising
We moan about Christmas
And the money we’re spending

All whilst their children are dying
Children pray in Gaza
They pray and they play
No schools
No hospitals
No food
Family they lost
All they had

And I share about Geniside
Onto my media
1 like
1 heart
1 tearful emoji
1 angry face at a push

When did we get so good at this
So good at looking the other way

We learnt about ****** in school and yet we would of let that go if we had witnessed it
We would of turned our faces and our backs

Why do people not want to talk about this ?  to make this right ?
It doesn’t concern them
I get it …
Or do I ?

I peeked out at the world
Beyond my window
Late cold night
Stirrings of December
Solstice has turned
Moon rising
Oh how much beauty lyes within the night sky
Can I but absorb this
Just for a moment I am connected
To the something more
The force that creates and devours
As a child I fall  at the steps of the underworld
Priestess it’s time to start crawling your way back to earth bringing the beauty of the spring forth
May you cloth the land in colour and splender.
May these sparkling stars that illuminate the heavens turn to the bold and beautiful sun that holds life within its grasp
Oh how beautiful the world would be
Without us …

The mystery of the human psyche
A million thoughts tumbling
Within the tombola of life
A hand reaches in and saves you from the impending doom that
You’ve ran into
blindfolded like a mouse running from the butchers wife into the hands of a Tom cat
Hold onto your tail
The narrative will change as quickly as the handle is turned
And the tombola will shake you from your imaginary sense of doom
If you pull a zero or a five it means you’ve made it out alive.