We have all suffered heartbreak, and we all carry around scars. How come it takes so long to heal, and what does it say about our spiritual wellness?
How to let go or the lost conduit to source
Speak not of love to deny it #poem
Good and badThat's how evil thinksTalk of virtueWatch their hearts sink Fifty shades of self-denialNoses crossing over shadowsMessiahs turning in their gravesseeing their followers new clothes Speak not of love to deny itShow me no grace if ever flauntedTil death do us part, I spit on youI rather have my lonely home haunted
Sheep in snake’s clothing #poem
Have you ever sat down and counted the lives you’ve led? Good daughter, class clown, all the heartbreaks you’ve met, Like a sheep in snake’s clothing, the lies you shed, And if the next dream breaks, at least your heart is fed. Have you ever sat down and counted the people you’ve crossed? Who see... Continue Reading →
The gift of grief (on losing a furry friend)
I have had two kinds of recurring nightmares since I was a child, one of them being that a pet of mine dies through my fault. I would take my cats on a boat ride and they would jump out and drown. My guinea pigs would run away into the road, my bird accidentally poisoned,... Continue Reading →
Manicfestation #poem
a wide grey canvas clouds my eyes wall of pine trees stretching high in between, a stone sits shy peel off moss: here he lies rotten bouquet sprouting flies joined by you and me and sky flecks of blackbirds passing by breathe out desperate, inhale wide cold fresh air and specks of light any ghosts... Continue Reading →
Freezing war #poem
Knotted face on nodding spine Claimed this home before your time Pinned the sky onto your eye Then turned around and said goodbye Then churned a sound to cause your fright How a while can screech so wild When steps stretch craters wide Death tonight is really taking its time Scratched the... Continue Reading →
I could use a little death right now
In waterloo station they advertise snow Every one looks like the last guy I shagged I could use a little death right now At a party there's beer but the hosts a no-show Leftovers bagged and friends gone home so Give me a tiny drag right now At kings cross free sample of a rainbow... Continue Reading →
If I’d been born a man, I’d be dead by now.
The vast majority of UK suicides are male. Why is it they believe death is an appropriate verdict for their shame? Fear of the name is fear of the thing itself. Concerning matters of the heart, women have greater freedom of speech. The stigma of emotional volatility brings an expectation to be erratic. When men... Continue Reading →
Reparent Your Soul 