Dancing with God

An Angel of Love,
Dancing with God
On The Angels Rock, prays
“Papa can you hear me?”
The doors of reality
Have closed minds
To reason, to sense
The day of Atonement
Must come now for those
Who are a danger to life
A danger to society
No need to be afraid
“I’m on my way.”
He whispers.

The Clubhouse Mixtape Remastered

Shall we take a trip down memory lane to Somewhere Only we Know where we all went a Insane in the membrane. Where stair dwellers, and shoe gazers, met boys in hats wearing velvet blazers over and over again. Doc boots on a Hippychick, New Shoes, to the carpet stick! My Generation had no Geordie Shores for our Teenage Kicks, just Newcastle Brown Ale and plain, old sick.

They told me I’m an indie kid until I started to rave but Freaky Dancin‘ was all I really craved. This Music is Shit play some Kylie. There She Goes again, the DJ’s laugh, looking a tad wily. You’re Unbelievable, Rashelle, it’s too cheesy to be cool but singing Hallelujah and Spinning Around I knew I was Nobody’s Fool. I was Losing my Religion but I had found My Church and on the door, we were greeted by a guy we called Big Lurch. In the Clubbie, an Unfinished Symphony had begun, Dancing in the Dark we were shone on by The Suns and as Shiny, Happy People twirled under a Waterfall we were introduced to a girl named Victoria by The Fall.

She’s a Rainbow we discovered Dancing Naked in the Rain as we teleported to a Mersey Paradise over and over again. We got to know The Shamen who taught us how to Move any Mountain and fed our souls with spiritual food before introducing us to a shady, old guy called Ebenezeer Goode.

I missed the party when The Farm came to town and as they sang All together now at Tracey’s, wee Shelley did frown. We made for the border and networked a lot, we were a tad naughty but never got caught. From Soul to Soul to Robbie’s Angel, we have stories to tell and though we have Sympathy for the Devil we didn’t go Straight to Hell. With No Limits, we explored Strawberry Fields and discovered Groove is in the Heart, Learning to Fly, planning the Revolution we’d start.

On the Last Train to Transcendental we went a bit mental as we asked What Time is Love? And in the light of the Blue Sunshine danced with a Looking Glass Girl wearing The Glove.

Another Brick in the Wall left us quite dazed but as The Doors opened, we were no longer fazed. On a Perfect, Fairground Attraction waiting for some action but it seems I can’t get no Satisfaction. Still, I Feel Good, as I down a Funky, Cold Medina before I Turn Around and see Me, Myself and I as a Dancing Queen crowned by Abba.

His Girlfriend in a coma, plays In the Dark, as we remember old friends who on our hearts left a mark. Feeling ridiculous as we Sit Down with James, before we Jump Around to House of Pain. Wearing My Favourite Dress wondering Should I stay or Should I go now? before tequila slammers get me in a mess. I Wanna be Adored but it’s Closing Time so grab your coats, there’s a party at mine.

Where’s me Jumper? I Scream over the noise as I fall into the eyes of a gorgeous boy. “Are you going to go my way?” I whisper, Like a Prayer as someone cries “Touch me, I’m Sick” from the clubhouse stairs. “Help!” he moans as he spews into his combats while wearing a kaftan. “Everything’s Gonna be All RIght, Just Relax and Enjoy Yourself, Rocketman.”

I Knew You Were Waiting” I beamed. Things Can Only Get Better, unless this is just a D-Ream. “Ever fallen in love? he asks as I swoon, under the light of The Whole of the Moon. This could be a Perfect Day if you Touch Me, I think to myself, maybe I’m being Naive and I’m really on the Highway to Hell. It’s a Sin, but I can’t resist this Temptation. Electric Dreams fill my mind and deliver a New Sensation and my heart explodes in Fascination.

You’re a Wild Thing, little Foxy Lady he whispers as the Purple Rain soaks us through and through. Be My Bloody Valentine, I plead. He nods and reply’s “I will be, Soon.”

Do you remember the first time?” I asked “What’s the story, morning glory?” in the Love Shack. “Is this A Kind of Magic? you whispered back . We walked home together hand in hand and with One Kiss, we were transported to Wonderland.

Mods, rockers, sinners and saints, Under the Bridge back in the day.

Imagine that, now all that’s left to say is Thank You for the Music to friends new and old from back in the day.

Love and Laughter , Rashelle  

The Clubhouse Mixtape

Shall we take a trip down memory lane to when we went Insane in the membrane. Where stair dwellers, and shoe gazers, met boys in hats in velvet blazers. Doc boots on a Hippychick, new shoes, to the carpet stick! No Geordie Shores for our Teenage Kicks, was it Newky Brown or plain, old sick.

They told me I’m an indie kid until I started to rave but Freaky Dancin‘ was all I really craved.  This Music is Shit please play some Kylie. There She Goes again, the DJ’s laugh looking a tad wily. You’re Unbelievable, Rashelle, it’s too cheesy to be cool but Spinning Around I knew I was Nobody’s Fool.  I was Losing my Religion but I had found My Church and on the door, we were greeted by a guy we called Big Lurch.  In the Clubbie, an Unfinished Symphony had begun, in the darkness we were even shone on by The Suns.

I missed the party when The Farm came to town and as they sang All together now, wee Shelley did frown. We made for the border and networked a lot, we were a tad naughty but never got caught. From Soul to Soul to Robbie’s Angel, we have stories to tell and though we have Sympathy for the Devil we didn’t go Straight to Hell. With No Limits, we danced in Strawberry Fields where we discovered that the Groove is in the Heart and on the Last train to Transcendental we went a bit mental.

Another Brick in the Wall left us quite dazed but as The Doors opened, we were no longer fazed. On a Perfect, Fairground attraction somehow we survived every fatal attraction. His Girlfriend in a coma, plays In the Dark, as we remember old friends who on our hearts, left a mark. Feeling ridiculous as we Sit Down with James, before we Jump Around to House of Pain. Wearing My Favourite Dress wondering Should I stay or Should I go now? before tequila slammers get me in a mess. I Wanna be Adored but it’s Closing Time so grab your coats, there’s a party at mine. Where’s me Jumper? I scream over the noise as I drown in the eyes of a gorgeous boy. “Ever fallen in love? he asks as I swoon, under the light of The Whole of the Moon. Do you remember the first time? you whispered “What’s the story, morning glory?” in the Love Shack. “Is this A Kind of Magic? I whispered back.

Mods, rockers, sinners and saints, with trains overhead back in the day.

Cheers, Rashelle  

Extended version coming soon – Watch this Space

Someone Like You

A futile fantasy

or a grand design

To attempt to define

the undefinable,

To confine in words

The unconfinable.

An impossible dream,

It seems, to stream.

Into alphabetic reality

Without banality

And with originality

Letters posted to

Someone like you

Of a love so true.

I search my mind

Frantically to find

Something to enshrine,

to capture, to symbolise,

how my heart harmonises

as finally I recognise,

what you mean to me. 

This stranger,

I’ve yet to meet.

Eye to eye,

to look, to see.

Is this real

or just a fantasy?

To Fly Again.

The past that is behind me
Has crumpled into dust,
Where the road leads
I have learned to trust.

I’ve left all my baggage
At the crossroads down the road
Because the only way to fly
Is to lighten the load.

I’m ready for adventure
For the Universe to open doors
I’m ready for my destiny
And willing to explore.

Every word, every story,
All wrapped into one.
Under the moon and stars
And lit up by the sun.

I’m flying straight to heaven,
No more circling round the sides
You won’t find me in the shadows
As the light cannot hide.

I ascended higher
The call to fly was strong
A new horizon opened
And I began to sing my song.

A world of new adventures
A universe to be explored
And many, many reminders
That I had lived before.

On the wings of an eagle
Back in time it seemed,
Long ago, one night.
When awake, I dreamed.

I flew above a mountain
I’d never seen before
Ascending higher
My heart began to soar

I was seeking knowledge
To lighten up this Earth
every single step I took
Taught me my own worth.

I fell from the sky
To the ground, I crashed
I’d learned some secrets
That were going to last.

The abyss consumed me
As I fell further down to hell
Would I make it out alive?
Only time would tell.

Now angel wings carry me
As I prepare to launch anew
All my prayers answered and
My dreams all coming true.

Sovereignty

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You can’t take away my sovereignty, it was gifted straight to me.

You can’t con me out my sovereignty because all your tricks I see.

You can’t destroy my sovereignty, it’s in the life I’ve lived.

You can’t devolve my sovereignty, it isn’t yours to give.

You can’t buy my sovereignty, it comes with no price tag.

You can’t banish my sovereignty or hide it with a flag.

You can’t deny my sovereignty, or weigh it in your hands

You can’t re-write my sovereignty, interwoven with this land.

You can’t coerce me out my sovereignty, with your tainted lies.

You will accept my sovereignty, only a tyrant would deny.

In Tannahill’s Trails

My wee Rocky Rockstar,

Loves a wander up the Braes

Like me, his favourite time

Is long, warm summer days.

He bounds through the grass

With a smile upon his face

Reminding me, it’s in the little things,

That we find our grace.

Rocky Rooster, I whistle,

A cockle-doodle style noise,

Nothing makes him as happy

As the sound of my voice.

We wander on the hills,

Above this town of ours,

Traipsing in Tannahill’s trails

We pass away the hours.

An underwater castle,

Little bridges for the trolls,

Just a few of the sights we see

When we’re on a stroll.

Stopping to appreciate the beauty

When we see the butterflies dance,

whispering through the trees

The breeze puts me in a trance.

“Rocky Roo, where are you?” I call

As he comes bounding out the grass,

Before another muddy hill,

Puts me on my ass!

Do the ears hear? I wonder

As I count them on the trees,

When the sight of scarlet elf cups,

Brings me to my knees.

The berries on the brambles,

The bunnies bounding up the hills,

No internet for a while

But the connection is pure brill.

I’ve wandered through the landscape,

And sometimes back in time,

With my wee fluffy companion,

I’m so glad that he is mine.

Happy birthday Mr. Paisley,

You’ve earned your Pedigree

A “Proud Boy of the Braes”

Like your dad nick-named Iggy,

Rock on ma wee Rocky,

You don’t even need a guitar,

You, my wee treasure

Will always be a star ⭐️

The Hill of Judgement

On the Hill of Judgement

Past and future converge

My feet now, where the bard

Once stood, once congregated,

courted love and death

on these grounds consecrated.

The gates are locked,

Encased in fear,

What would he think?

If he was here.

Would he jump, yell, and howl,
          Alarm every soul?”

Asking “Are ye herding the penny,
    Unconscious what evil await?

    To the foul thief that shut the gates.

Wi’ tidings o’ damnation.”

To what degree, would he walk the line,

what angle would he divine?

As I ponder the question

his words to Miss Eliza dear

echo in my ear….

  “HOW, Liberty! girl, can it be by thee nam’d?
Equality too! hussey, art not asham’d?
Free and Equal indeed, while mankind thou enchainest,
And over their hearts a proud Despot so reignest.”

The Little Fish

A fungi and a little fish got talking one day.

You’ll never believe what the pair had to say.

I don’t know about you, but what about me?

I’m out the back door and I can’t see the sea.

Don’t be sad, little fish. You’re really a fungi.

The little fish smiled and let out a sigh.

I thought I was tripping but I’m just a clown

Now my whole world’s turned upside down.

I need a seat can you bring me a toad stool?

I can’t believe I’ve been such a blind fool!

Two heads it seems really are better than one,

So let’s have some fun and dance in the sun.

Don’t worry my friend, I don’t need mushroom,

We can party under the stars and the moon.

Don’t be shy. Go for it. Just take a chance.

Stick the tunes on and let’s have a dance.

https://www.groundology.co.uk/videos?show=the-earthing-movie&gclid=CjwKCAjwur-SBhB6EiwA5sKtjrKM2XnDG2if4A4WwVKG_X_3M_0IYlanliQxd6EZMFTKpvzAjmSfohoCE0MQAvD_BwE#video

https://www.sciencealert.com/fungi-communicate-with-patterns-that-look-uncannily-like-our-own-speech?fbclid=IwAR0OuYLsrOSCQsJGrS8rtHDyYnsSVxGS2Rz0CdcfrQISITY6d1gYcWyAkPM#l1qco2xgjmb0gtdy0ze

Does anyone know what type of fungi this is? I tried to find it using google and some of the identifier apps but had no luck.

The Dreamt of Place

Sitting by the water,

Waiting, wondering,

Is it all a dream,

Not all it seemed?

My imagination on fire

Burning with desire

longing to be loved,

with a tender touch.

Tears fall from my eyes,

Frustrated, in a world of lies

Tired of loving so deeply,

yet feeling so alone.

The aching grows,

Refusing to be ignored.

Unheard screams

Of forgotten dreams

Time loops back on itself,

Bridging heaven and hell

I return to a time long ago

At the end of the rainbow

When I flew so high

I touched the sky

Before autumn leaves fell

With stories to tell

No stone unturned,

often alone.

Restless, seeking, sharing,

Brave, bold, daring

Sometimes beaten,

Sometimes cheated.

Yearning for better

days get wetter,

Colder, darker still,

Souls frozen, until

A heart breaks

The earth quakes

Lightning strikes

The dark night

Illuminating heat

Ghosts retreat

Light as a feather

Whatever the weather

Freedom reigns

In the winds of change

Butterflies dance

Signaling romance.

A fool, free at last,

Gone from the past.  

I have no choice,

as I hear your voice,  

I begin to sing,

spreading my wings

Echoing the call,

cradles my fall,

No longer crying,

My soul flying,

I take a leap of faith,

To the dreamt of place.

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