Oculus Omni

One day at a time

Calmly nurturing

Understanding, patiently

Lovingly, caressingly

Under an umbrella

Saved by God’s grace

Optimum performance

Means remembering

No more forgetting,

I matter too.

The Unexplored Depths

Trembling

in anticipation

of the words

Weaving

lyrically

through the air

Filling

the space

between us

gently landing

like butterfly

kisses.

Touching

the unexplored

depths

Savouring

this mystical

moment.

Velvet raindrops

Dripping

Bringing

me to the edge

of sanity

Becoming

entranced,

dancing now

Searching

deeper

and deeper.

Probing

my desire

for more

Strumming

harmonic

rhythms.

Erupting

in thanks

and praise

Blessing

this moment

and all it holds

Singing

another song

and another

Playing

on and on

and on

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She rose from the dust

You’d never have dared

If I hadn’t been on my knees

If I wasn’t already broken

You wouldn’t have the guts

To look me in the eye

As you played with your fly

You wouldn’t dare approach

a woman like me normally

but when my carcass

was weak, you swooped

in like a vulture, dragging

me to the depths of hell.

Where you reside

and then in shame

I hid too.

Using your perceived

position of power,

to prey, to pounce, to violate

my shattered mind

With your lurid intentions

Framed as banter, patter,

Words, just words

but words, that ripped

more flesh from my bones

traumatising my soul

While I was experiencing

grief for the loss

of the woman I was

for this stranger

I didn’t know yet

She was my best friend

The only one who knew

everything, all the shadows

All the light, all the joy,

All the pain, all the love,

All the stories written

along the alphabetic

rollercoaster of my life.

I was still enduring,

battling through,

Learning my strength,

Rebuilding myself

Writing a new chapter

In the book of my life

Getting to know who this

New me was going to be

To adjust my mind

My heart, my soul,

My body burned

with unseen flames

My head exploding

with unheard screams

My heart still cradling.

shattered dreams

You were given a butterfly

To hold, to be gentle with

And your role demanded

You take care of it,

And instead, you crushed

A butterfly’s wings

So fragile, so delicate,

so light and in it’s place

rose a dragon,

forged in fire

yet unconsumed

by its power

She rose from the dust,

Flying, stronger, wiser

than ever before

So if you think

for one minute more

I will carry your shame

You are wrong

I am crying my last tear

As I write this

Testament of truth

to the woman I am

and the scars I carry

A woman strong enough

to endure, to grow, to learn

who loves so deeply

that loss and pain

brings her to her knees

and with every fall, she rises

Over and over again

To love some more

and cry too

but never again

over you.

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The Constantine Cathedral

In the Constantine cathedral

Drowning in a flood of tears

Scars still weeping,

Demons still creeping

And yet….there is light

More light than ever before

The way was clear

Choose faith, not fear

The pain was excruciating,

Writhing in agony on the floor

Lifting her head from the ground,

She reached for the heavens

It’s your way now, she whispers

I’ve nothing left to give.

Please she begs…

Can you forgive?

An unworthy sinner,

A proud woman…

a broken girl.

Save me, she pleads

Set free the dreams inside of me

Release me from my bondage

The light expanded

And the atmosphere changed

Electrified and vibrating

With a higher power now

It was done.

The past gone,

The future scribed

In the Constantine Cathedral.

The Devil came to Town

The devil came to town today,

Riding in a black limousine

Appeared right in front of me

Like a scene from out a dream

He appeared at the Piazza

The one at Paisley Cross

I tooted to say hello

but I was at a loss

Was this really happening

or had I lost my mind?

I knew I’d just claimed,

my inheritance divine.

Was he there to deliver

or try to buy my soul?

Was he going to make me an offer

of some fool’s gold.

The lights turned red

And the devil did obey

As I sat there behind him

wondering what I’d say

He turned to the left,

up Causeyside Street

I wondered, was it really me,

he had come to meet.

Pondering all the places

where did I think he’d go?

Just at the wishing well

I would finally know

Right outside The Welly

He pulled up the car

Would he make me an offer

To become a star?

Just like in the movies,

or written in a book.

If you don’t know the stories,

You’ll find them if you look.

I’d looked for him before

When desolation struck

But even with the devil

I was outta luck!

Walking up to meet him

Smiling like the sun

Did other people laugh,

or was I the only one?

I laughed so much

I couldn’t help greeting

Nobody would believe me

If I told them of us meeting

So out in the light

a kind stranger I did ask

“Would you my friend,

perform this small task?”

He took a wee picture

of me with a beamer

Is this the real life,

or am I just a dreamer?

Holy Hexagrams!

Providence has cast favour
Keep going, never waiver.
Sail with me, take my hand.
It’s time to play in wonderland.

We talked and talked for hours,

When Thoth turned up for tea.

I couldn’t believe he’d come,

That he had chosen me.

“As above, so below.”

Oh my dear, I have to go. 

Call me any time, night or day.

I am only ever a thought away.

Worlds within worlds, never forget,

Live your life without regrets.

Ra’s returning, the sun will shine.

Don’t worry lass, there’s still time.

Don’t leave your destiny unfulfilled,

You have the power, you have the will,

Follow your heart, start again.

New beginnings are at the end.

“Holy Hexagrams!” ~ he exclaimed.

As he embraced me once again

Providence has cast favour

Keep going, never waiver.

Sail with me, take my hand.

It’s time to play in Wonderland.

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