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
Athena
Athena is home
The temple alight
old structures in dust
at her feet. She raises
her head to the sky,
in thanks. She calls
the artists, the singers,
the peacemakers, the poets.
Come out to play,
it’s our time now
Sing, dance, rejoice
Warm your face
in the rays of the sun
Breathe deep, deeper,
Deeper still, awaken
all of your senses
Let them lift you
higher and higher
and follow your heart
All the way
to Paradise.
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.
.#WritingforFreedom#emotionalhealthmatters#writeyourownstory#LetitGo#Thisisme#iambrave#MeToo#Shame#Notminetocarry
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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
Know 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?
I was expecting to receive 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 a dreamer?
Her Story
Her name was there,
written in the book.
She knew what they’d think
when they chose to look.
She laughed out loud,
knowing what they’d say.
She knew what they’d think
so she blew all her cares away.
She laughed even harder
with every page she turned
She sighed with relief
as she felt the fire return.
Seeing her story right there,
unveiled before her eyes
She smiled in anticipation
as she fully realised,
Even the burdens are blessings,
ordained before conception
In her mind, a reflection
of the sacredness,
of the words written
revealing her story
in all its glory,
from beyond time
in the book of life.
Bitter or Better?
In 2020, we learned To Be a bit better, but did we learn to be a bit better or become a bit better at being bitter?
#ThefallofBethar#BetterorBitter#AHistoricalRomance#FutureLove#NewDimensions
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The Harp Plays
When the band got back together,
We wept, tears of sorrow.
As we said farewell to those
who had lightened our eyes,
lifted our hearts and
unburdened our souls.
We said thank you for the music,
Thank you for the songs,
We’ll see you again before too long.
We shared their messages of hope
With the world and ourselves
When in darkness,
we struggled to cope.
Now they sing from heaven
Serenading every day
Listen you might hear them
as the harp plays.
Encoded messages,
backwards and forwards
throughout time
For us to find
when the time’s divine.
By David’s side we sing,
Raising our voice in praise,
Singing songs to the world,
Bringing peace to the days,
and joy to the land,
as one by one, we return
to walk home, hand in hand.
Twenty Twenty
The time the sun went down and all of life walked in darkness. The year the world crashed into starkness. The moon still shone, lighting the night and we tried to survive with all our might. Shadows walked the Earth, some even danced but most of all, fear kept us entranced. The torch was lit but it was dim, it was time to look within. Cast out the demons until only truth remained. Accepting it all, even the pain. The dragon flew and the fire burned, that world now gone, would never return. Imprisoned in darkness, she discovered her light and now the promised land was in sight. Follow the signs, the path is clear. Keep moving forward, don’t worry my dear. Keep heart and keep standing tall, shine like the sun, on one and all. You’ve come through the worst and the best is yet to come so lift up your voice and sing to the sun. Dance round and round like the stars of the night and always try to do what is right. Have faith in tomorrow and in you too, remember often to make time to love you. Spoil yourself once in a while, laugh when you can and through the tears, smile. When the rain comes, rainbows shine through, a chorus of colour to serenade you. Join them in song through the joy and the pain, for flowers to blossom, it takes the sun and the rain.
