She

She stood lonely on the mountain top, surveying all the World

She wandered back in time to when she was just a girl.

She looked over land and sea, her eyes wet with tears.

She searched for answers in the midst of her fears.

She walked the path back down, determined not to fall.

She answered the silent voice no-one but her could hear call.

She crumpled like a piece of paper, more than she’ll admit.

She moved forward step by step, determined not to quit.

She fell to her knees, laying broken on the floor.

She surrendered everything, leaving her baggage at the door.

She danced in the moonlight as the rain washed it all away.

She sings Halleluiah in praise each and every day.

She shines even brighter, now she walks The Way.

#TheWay #She #Halleluiah

The End

Dear Doctor,

Do you think perhaps you piqued too soon?

To notice the stars and the moon,

Like Freud, did you get hysterical

About a woman’s cycles?

Or like Jung, did you fear the dark?

Unknowing how to handle, how to protect

Yourself from the demons of the night,

Did you get a fright when the mirror looked back at you?

Calling you to see, to listen, to face the truth?

Or did you run and hide from the light,

Scared its power would reveal your shadow,

Your ego calling you to think you know it all?

That there wasn’t more you could learn?

That those with other qualifications,

Might understand sedation

Better than you, with experience

And the wisdom of the ages

As their teacher, you judged them as a preacher

And failed to see the power, in the hour

Where they had been called to stand,

To not “wholly comply” with the lies.

To reveal what they knew, what they had been taught,

The gifts they had been given as they prayed to heaven,

For a better world, for more healing, for more feeling,

For light to shine in the darkness

And truth and justice to prevail

in the end.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piquerism

You’re a riot, Alice.

“Hurry, Alice.” the white rabbit quipped, looking over his shoulder to make sure she was keeping up.

“I don’t feel too good, I think there was something in the water I drank.” Alice replied. “I feel all floaty light, like I might fly away.”

“Oh good, hopefully you can fly quicker than you’re walking.” Rabbit said checking his watch.

Alice stopped, breathless. “Maybe I just need a good Earthing, I’ll take my shoes off and see if that helps.”

Frustrated with the lack of action the white rabbit hopped from foot to foot, “You’re a riot, Alice. What are you going to do next? A sun dance?” 

“Maybe, but only if you join me. Now, where is it we’re heading again?”

“Narnia or perhaps you would prefer Oz but then we’d miss the biggest party Womderland has ever seen, or have you forgot about that too? You really are away with the faeries today!”

“We couldn’t possibly go to Oz today, Mr. Rabbit.  I’ve left Toto in the house.” She laughed, picking up her shoes and starting to skip barefoot beside him, “I feel much better now anyway. Let’s go have some fun”

#Mixedlit #Wonderland #Toto #Alice #WhiteRabbit #Narnia #Oz

Better Days

For the cost of sanity,

I ask the questions

People do not want to hear.

Is it fear that holds them back?

Scared to face the truth they lack,

is it more, I think I know, than ego?

More it can’t be so, than what if,

The worries of being cut adrift

Amidst a shit-storm

of biblical proportions.

Mind contortions, must surely

Flip-flop the stomach,

Hasten the heartbeat

cause the breath to catch

If only, for a moment,

While the thought is shushed away

Into a pool of silence

Swirling in the darkness

Of the mind, waiting and then

Once again, the question rises

evidence dances to the surface

that can’t be ignored, twirling

tales so tantalasing of old ways

of better days, but first…

the mirror calls, to see

we must look deep, beyond

the known, into the unknown

the wilderness where wishes

and fantasy become reality.

and love truly conquers all.

Keep the Faith

He handed her a rose, smiling.

“Keep the faith” Aphrodite.

Her torch alight, she beams.

She looks out to the water,

remembering why she is here.

“It’s your destiny lass.”

Deep down, she knew.

She could feel it in her bones.

“We’re marching to a new beat now.”

She recognised the truth in him,

In her, in the messenger who led her here.

In all of it. In awe, she rose.

She picked up the book,

Presented to her with a gracious hand.

Still unbelieving, still unworthy

but ready to rise with the sun

and bring light to a world

Consumed by darkness.

She surveys the land,

When the time is right.

All will be revealed.

He places his hand on her shoulder,

“You’ve got this, lass…

Keep the faith”

I promise,

I will.

Call me Betty

Call me Betty

The victim blamed

Instead detained

Cos I’m the one

enflamed dragon

Shining in the sun

Who raised my voice

And made some noise

Who danced outside

With a lion’s pride

I was shafted

In every way

Yet I’m still locked up

As others play

Come on tae feck

It’s time to play fair

I’ve done my bit

Now you do yours

I won’t be blamed

I won’t be silenced

My voice counts

Don’t let me down

As May Day draws near

I choose hope over fear

doc won’t show

So tell Al I’m calling

It’s time I went home

I’m done falling

The drugs were brutal

They fecked me up

the perceived power

An empty cup

Implied consent

A bullshit scene

I’m wide awake

And full of dreams

I won’t be sedated

Against my will

I won’t be threatened

I’ve been redeemed

So if you’re asleep

Wake from the dream

“Wake from your sleep or learn to love your sedation.” Gerry Cinnamon

Semper Fidelis

Forgive me father for I have sinned.

but I won’t sit in a box with a human

to confess to a church that closed its doors

on me before I was even born.

I am too proud for that.

Forgive me father for I have sinned,

robbing Peter to pay Paul

l transformed the bombs to love

and protected innocent children

I done the best I could.

Forgive me father for I have sinned

I haven’t worshipped the temple

but instead choked it with smoke

until at times there was no air to breathe

I’m not perfect and I’m not meant to be.

Forgive me father, for I have sinned

My inherited guilt, crucified from birth

by a church that wanted me to live in fear

Chained me to the ground with a heavy load.

I’ve broken free now, redeem me.

Forgive me father, for I have sinned

Ignoring my truth, in favour of a story,

an idea, a vision I held of what must be

To give others something I didn’t have.

I’m here now and have improved my ways.

Forgive me father for I have sinned.

I doubted, but I didn’t close the door.

I trembled, thinking I was alone at times.

I feared, the dreams were just a tease

I’m now being carried and fly with ease.

Semper Fidelis, Rashelle

#Confessions #redemption #timetofly #Feckit #Gottobedone #SemperFidelis #RR #Shortie

Sunny Side Up

When the Pink Moon rose

And the world turned

Sunny side up,

the songbirds sang louder,

calling me at night

and serenading the day

A celebration of life

An expression of joy,

Of nature,

a call of the wild,

To listen, to breathe,

To love, to rejoice, to sing,

To stop and appreciate

The simple things.

The Limited edition yellow vinyl of ‘Sunny Side Up’ by Paolo Nutini is out now! https://lnk.to/Sunny-Side-Up

To Tyranny, unjust

Celebrate if you must,
The demise of freedom,
To express, to trust,
The denial of liberty,
Of free will, of choice
To tyranny, unjust
Interventions, crazed
Inventions, manipulated,
Media stories, reliving
Past glories of freedom
Fought and died for
By the brave, to save
Us from being enslaved,
To the grave, dead
Inside, shriveled lives
Masked as news,
Propaganda fills the
Airwaves. The spaces
In between, unseen
I can’t breathe,
Nobody cares because
The papers don’t declare

A Classic Combination

The broken butterfly

And the rocking horse

A classic combination

Repeating through time

Castles and crescendos,

Saucy innuendos,

Rhythms and routines

Silent and secret screams

Super squirrels,

Saving the day

Bright lights

Leading the way.

Shared seasons,

Fated reasons,

Destiny revealed

Lips unsealed

Free, to love

To breathe

To fly