Rejection

The moderator has fallen asleep

and logic has left the building.

Isolated from my dreams,

hope shattered once more.

As my broken heart screams for acceptance

from these three strangers symbolising a society

that seeks solutions in experience.

Imagination and creativity trail behind

only a few steps from the starting line.

Too tried to try again,

my only fuel now rage.

Tears blinding, I try to step forward

But I stumble and fall

Slumping to the ground with a thud.

Passers by stop to stare

as friends whisper in my ear

the words I’m not ready to hear

“Whit’s fur ye will no go by ye”

Which I know is true

because I’ve saw it too

But for now, all I can see is how hard it’s been

to have yet another crushed dream.

Double Dare

When nothing is quite what it seems
and the nightmares are more real than dreams..


The signposts unclear
obscured by fear, 
emotion blinds logic
repetition's hypnotic
stories unfold
by what we are told
over and over again
weary and drained
look here, watch this
headlines to the abyss
pathways of terror
by programmed pall bearers
carrying coffins of doom
truth has no room
in this hotel of darkness
in a world of starkness
don't question the insanity,
where's the humanity?
accept what you're told
don't dare be so bold
to think for yourself
go directly to hell
do not pass go
don't stop
don't wonder
never analyse
never ponder
take a chance
double dare you
hurry now
before they snare you

When nothing is quite what it seems
and the nightmares are more real than dreams...

The Shofar Shout

Only some will hear the shofar shout

its echoes trumpet through the land

In towns and cities, people alarmed,

In valleys and on Highland summits

where sheep are now farmed.

Heaven’s mountain overlooks it all

Wondering if they’ll heed the call.

The discordant drumming

shakes those still sleeping

As angels wipe away 

tears of the weeping

a million footsteps

can be heard if you listen

a million teardrops

of mourning glisten

the prayers of the past

and the future merge

as all paths of light

harmonically converge.

What awaits us now 

only time will tell 

as the bridge is revealed 

between heaven and hell. 

Close the book of history 

and write a new page 

as we awaken to

a new golden age. 

 

I Seek Sanctuary

Picture from the rear of The Sacristy at Paisley Abbey by Rashelle Reid

I seek sanctuary

from falsified histories

and lies of today.

I seek sanctuary

from those who

pray to prey

I seek sanctuary

keep me safe

in your arms

I seek sanctuary

not just for me

but for all

I seek sanctuary,

hear my plea

I seek sanctuary

let me rise and

catch me when I fall

I seek sanctuary

answer my call

as I answered yours.

I seek sanctuary

to share, to reveal

to teach, to love

I seek sanctuary

to grow, to expand

to live and die in peace.

The Telegram

SOS

HEAVEN ON FIRE

DEW DROPS

FIND ATHENA

SEND HELP

STOP

Death on the Cycle Track.

I saw death on the cycle track today

motionless yet moving

seeming to sway in the breeze,

staring right at me

as a new pathway emerged

Nervous I pondered

is he coming for me?

I saw death on the cycle track today,

Adorned with a black trackie

that could be containing a knife!

Well he’s not gonna roam the town

with a scythe swinging round.

Staring I wondered

would death wear a tracksuit?

I saw death on the cycle track today.

You’re para, says the voice inside my head.

reassuringly to the quivers of dread.

It’s happened before, logic replied.

What’s that white light, my eye has spied?

A light on death’s trainers, as he walked away.

I saw death on the cycle track today.

Rashelle Reid, 2015.

Christic

Coming

Home

Resurrected

In

Spirit

To

Inspired

Creation

Wonderland

Waltzing all the way to Wonderland,

Weary, wounded, and full of woe.

Wondering was anyone waiting

While working out which way to go.

Waffling words of wisdom

Whispered on the wind

Wittering wildly one way

Witlessly the next.

While weirdly betwixt

Whistling by the weeping willow,

Wondering sweeping hollow  

Why do dreams wither and die?

What if one wish watered

Would wrestle itself to life?

What if one word written

Would waken a wish?

Walking on water

Wading in waves of sound,

Warbling and wailing.

Wrinkled and weathered

While somewhat untethered

Weightless and free

Whirling and whirling

Wildly on the wheels of time.

Inside

Inside, I scream

Imprisoned, I feel

Impatient, I am

Being, ignored.

Unheard, I wait.

Knowing, I am

Not invisible. 

                                                     

I stand waiting

To be heard.

 Observed, I am

  Judged unjustly.

Denied, basic health care.

 I plead my case

Over and over.

Expected to wait and wait

 For answers that don’t arrive

 On time to ease my mind

Only broken promises.

Neglect triggers frustration

 Agitation builds as I wait.

I remain locked up.

Trapped, kept away.

Insecurity with issues

Related to giving up.

 My phone, my respect,

My life, my family.

  In your hands.

I dance.

               

 Alone, nobody listening

Yet talking, discussing me,

 Without me, annoyance builds,

And, the anger turns to disgust.

Unjust treatment to distrust,

 Sickened not sick, I retreat.

  Quick, protect yourself.

From this prison cell

These four walls

This confined space

So much time unlived.

 I try to forgive.

With a sigh

I cry.

Locked out of life,

In its fullest glory

Shorter pages

In my story.

Relief it’s nearly time

 Time to breathe              

And then BOOM!

Comes another aftershock,

From the mouth of the doc

News I can’t digest

Creating unrest.

Inside my mind.   

Where I find

  I’m free to be me.

In this enforced isolation.

Sanctioned separation.

 Disconnection from my world

 From my boys and girls.

Yet every time, I rise again

  Anew, refreshed, and then

  There are the side effects.

Mind blurs,  legs wobble,

Stomach aches, unsafe now

I retreat from the threat

To my sanity from the insanity

The noise, and tune out to tune in.

To myself, where wisdom, I find

 Where worlds hide, waiting to remind    

To lead me back through the darkness   

Of veiled threats, of being manipulated,

  Coerced, bullied, threatened    

With physical force expecting me

  To “wholly comply”

   I deny, and revoke your

right to reply.

Rashelle Reid

Stellar

Wonder where Paddington bear

Played an ace and kept his case,

Dry and warm, in the storm.

As he tip-tap toed around

With his feet on the ground.

His performance stellar.

Dancing under an umbrella.

#Dancingintherain#paddingtonbear