The Cloak of Madness

Under the cloak of madness, I fall

Asleep to awaken 

In a dream where 

Like a thief in the night

You’ve taken my heart 

Leaving me breathless 

And dazed, wondering why

all I hear is your voice

I have no choice

Can you feel it too?

How much I want you

Repeating your name 

Going insane.  

Under cover, I hide.

Sighing, lying to myself

That it’s not true.

How much I love you 

That I’m deluded 

Lost in a dream

Searching for you 

Under a blanket of stars

Moonlight casts a shadow 

On the dancer, lost

In the rhythm of life, I fall

Under the cloak of madness.

Internal Dialogue

Logic argues “No, it cannot be.”

Heart beats “It is so.”

Mind tells me “Don’t be mental.”

Body screams “There’s no other way to go.”

Brain states “Does not equate.”

Intuition laughs “It is fate.”

Skin tingles in anticipation. 

Stomach growls with frustration 

Reason argues “Why, it cannot be.”

Lips whisper “Just wait and see.”



The Holy Grail

I came, I saw, God conquered

So I’m gonna stay on top

Not because I’m gallus,

Because I never stop

Loving, remembering

It’s not all about me,

Every teardrop, every ocean

Are there to help us see,

We might write the stories

Interwoven with our lands

Yet each of us is guided

By our fathers hand

Nurtured by our mother

To help us understand

We are nothing,

Without the fruits,

of this holy land

Look after each other

We’re all family here.

Stop and listen often

And never forgot to hear

The words within your heart

To be written into sound

Although they make us fly

we are Earthbound.

Ego can consume us

If we forget to breathe

tune into your heart again

And, let the holy grail relieve.


Venimus, Vidimus, Deus vicit

We came, we saw, God conquered.


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The Voyage Log

If you’ve been reading my posts lately, you might have noticed that I’ve been going through a notebook I write some scribblings in while going through my own cancer journey. If you’re new here, don’t worry, I am one of the lucky ones who survived but like itself, the journey left some scars. I hope and pray for all those who are touched by cancer in their own life and that together we can do better to support people who are touched in anyway by cancer and also that we will find a way to cure cancer before too long. For now, I leave you some of the pondering of an over-loaded mind. Hope you enjoy them and make you smile, especially the little dino picture that was created by my little girl for her mum with not much notice. Thanks Aimee, love you xx


An imaginary dinosaur who banded together with other dinosaurs and played music as the dinosaurs died. As birds fed on the insects on the dinosaur’s skin, they make music.

By Aimee Ferguson

Xylophoneasaurus was shaped a bit like a Stegosaurus and though he could conduct the music, he couldn’t play by himself.

He was a rare breed and had a place in dinosaur society revered by others.   Xylophoneosaurus often rose to the top of their tribe and were often the shamans in the group.

They dreamed more than other dinosaurs including daydreams so sometimes were described as lazy and distracted.

But the dreams of the Xylophoneosaurus contained messages for the clan and when food was in short supply the Xylophonosaurus would receive messages to help nourish the group, either by discovering sites where food was in abundant supply or by providing the group music to nurture their souls until food arrived.   When the clan needed to relocate the Xylophoneosaurus would be joined with some crows on his back who provided the team with marching music.   The Xylophonosaurus was often nick-named XI.

The Keys

When St. Peter calls, I’ve already weighed my heart and it’s only up I go. 

Don’t ask me, I can’t tell you, how in hell I know. 


The ramblings of a mad woman or the ponderings of a poet?

Does anyone ever become one and do they ever know it?

The Promised Land

What if he doesn’t?

He does.

Why hasn’t he told me?

He will.

Are you sure?

Have faith child

Providence smiles

On this sacred union

Twin souls reunited

After lifetimes

oceans of tears

Cannot separate

What is bound

In divine love

The fire burns

Brighter, together,

With more passion

Than you’ve ever known

Trust in me

And I will lead you

Straight to Paradise

The gates are open

Cross the bridge

And walk across water

Where the promised land



Chill, you tell me.

You know how I feel..

Arctic water flows, eyes glow.

On fire, burning desire.

Aflame with love,

That fits like a glove.

Voices talking

Electricity shocking.

Volcanic eruptions,

Monumental disruptions.

Psyche, I find,

Exploding my mind

Eros fires his dart

Straight into my heart

Deluded fancies

Shadow dances

All over the place

A smile on my face

Drowning in floods,

Falling in mud

On my face

A disgrace

Primal screams

Prophetic dreams

Promises broken

Still smokin’

Runaway sanity

Exposing vanity

I wait and wait

In the hands of fate,

Blinded, I see

Signs of you and me

How did I miss,

This plot twist?

I stop to look

in the book

Words revealed

Destiny sealed

Lovers and friends

‘Til the end.

A Glass Winged Butterfly

Like a glass winged butterfly, I see through you to the world beyond. Your colours capture my attention, drawing me in and holding me captive in your beauty. You flutter in and out of my dreams, fragile and tender reminding me everything is not always as it seems. Breathless, I sigh, wishing one day, you will stay long enough to share more than a fleeting moment in time. The sweetest distraction, elevating my soul from all that weighs me down. Inviting me to soar into higher dimensions where rainbows and roses mesmerise, hypnotise and cause me to fantasise. I did not choose for you to be my muse, but I ponder if you’d be amused. Would you laugh in wonder, loving that you’ve captured me in your net or would you hate how the hands of fate have me hooked on you? Under your spell, I fell, unknowingly, unwillingly, uninvited yet delighted. And now, my secrets are out, these lips unsealed, my heart exposed, yet free to fly, unimposed, like a glass winged butterfly.

I didn’t even know there was such a thing as a glass-winged butterfly until one fluttered through my dreams and I thought I’d check Google to see if they existed and sure enough there is. Nature is incredible and butterflies are truly magical. Hope you enjoyed the poem, Rashelle

New images clarify how glasswing butterflies make their wings transparent

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.

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.


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