I remember a time

I wrote this partly as a Soul-reminder of what reality was like in a different time/place/dimension and partly to bring hope in a time that can often seem quite dark to many. I remember a time I remember a time when beauty shone,a time that is long,ago now.I remember a Read more…

It’s an ugly word

It’s an ugly word It’s an ugly word ‘rape’, it makes people squirm So like a mouth sealed with tape, keeping silent we learn But worse is the act, that breaks you into pieces And knowing the fact, it’s done by your own species Is so hard to accept, and Read more…

Illuminati Crew

This is a parody I wrote to the tune of the Jungle Book classic ‘I wanna be like you’ which I love…but I’ve used it to try and raise a little awareness about some of the things going on on the planet. I know the illuminati stuff is only one Read more…

Tree time

Written in the woods Tree time My Soul needs peace from this busy busy pace,My Spirit needs release from this crazy human ‘race’Take me back to tree time, true time, me time, you timeA time where words, such as ‘time’, did not exist. My Soul longs for freedom from all Read more…

Gran Canaria

This was written after we had been wild camping in Gran Canaria for a couple of weeks… Gran Canaria poem Why am i awake?It’s 3 in the morning!Why am i awake?When i should be quietly snoring.Got a long day tomorrowSo i really need my restBut my mind will not switch Read more…

Return to the light

I kind of wrote this to my wounded soul part. Healing can feel like such a long journey and there can be so many layers. Return to the light Please return to the light, beautiful child,you’ve done nothing wrongThe shame was not yours, the blame was notyours so I write Read more…

Stay silent

This is another fairly intense one that I wrote about 8 or 9 years ago when my trauma feelings were surfacing a lot. I feel the British ‘stiff upper lip’ has a hell of a lot to answer for as it leads us all to stay silent so as not Read more…

Animal

This was written when I was doing a counselling course, we had been looking at Carl Jung’s work on the shadow.  I no longer believe that all we feel is just our own stuff as I am aware of the interference now, but a lot of this poem still stands….. Read more…