“Broken Blessings”

Hearts break,

without restraint.

Before they know

what has occurred,

over-active cortisol

runs riot,

through the Body,

to spread out

the word.

Stress,

has popped

its ugly head,

around the door

and doesn’t want

to leave,

until you feel

depressed.

Until,

your Soul

cries out

for help,

which does not,

quickly, come,

from rationality…

The warning resounds.

Emotions,

race around,

like

playground tearaways

and Peace,

is not apparent.

You can’t fight.

You cannot flee.

The only ship,

transporting

Joy and Love and Light,

has run aground.

Contentment,

is nowhere in sight.

The horizon, seems bleak.

Yet, 

the, waning, Heart,

still speaks.

Whether, it be

in a whisper,

its faint beat,

yet, resonates.

Somehow, surviving,

if not,

quite, thriving..

no matter what

it takes.

But,

this might

just be

the end

of every mystery,

of hurt.

Maybe pain,

can be a platform.

The start of a

Spiritual growth-spurt.

Maybe,

you have not

been broken into..

rather,

out,

of a tightened shell,

which had need,

to yield,

to Grace,

submit, to Generosity…

Which, had no choice,

but, to give in..

making those 

walls of prison, 

swell…

…’Til it was they,

that came away…

…and fell apart.

So that,

the pieces were,

in actual fact,

the battered barriers,

to Loving,

deeper,

braver,

bolder…

And the reason?

That you’ve entered

a New Season,

with an,

even stronger,

Heart.

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“Good Mornings”

When mornings,

are like this…

…and Heaven’s,

warming hands,

are sensed…

…Sound,

is purest, Silence…

Night, is,

still, white,

alive,

with satin stars…

and, breathing,

Nature,

also, rests…

…I recognise

the gentle vibe,

of happy healing,

effortlessly,

nestled,

in my, Earthen, chest..

Am, Present,

as,

the deepest air,

is reacquainted,

with my vacant lungs,

in ways,

I’d not encountered,

yet.

Aware,

of Inspiration’s energies,

awaking,

that,

I thought,

I’d put to bed.

When,

the morning,

is like this…

…all, cranberry-red…

and fragrances of dew,

refill the atmosphere…

the power of

those, stirring, frequencies,

becomes

rebalanced,

realigned…

…retunes itself,

with me.

Imagination,

is the key.

The signature,

in which,

my Spirit sings

and signs,

uniquely.

Because,

mornings,

which are good,

like this,

are Designed,

to rediscover,

such,

Creative Majesty.

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“New Song”

Today,

may

a new song

enter

your Heart.

May the seed

catch hold,

with

a Heavenly hook,

Visionary verses,

from a

Timeless Book

and a

Celestial chorus,

to inspire

the Choir

of your Soul.

May you look,

and find your

longlost, dreams,

making a start,

in the realm,

of “The Living”

and

may

the relentless sun,

of the arid valley,

never burn.

When your,

darting, eyes

are stinging, sore,

through,

torrid tears

and your body,

is blown,

by emotions, extreme,

and unknown,

may it be

your turn,

to shake off

the dust,

from your shoulders,

drenched,

in seasonal weariness,

hunched,

from years,

of silent screams…

and

square them off,

in upright strength.

May you learn,

the

Tree of Wounds,

has been uprooted

and understand,

that

Love, Unconditional,

eclipses all,

decayed fruit of

arms-length acknowledgment,

that has gone,

before.

May it fill you,

to overflowing..

and,

may you know,

you will always,

have more.

May you be sure,

that you are

Someone’s Prayer.

Resting,

upon their lips,

as they yearn,

to have you, there.

May Peace,

be the Companion,

to harmonise

the melody,

of your

galactic compositions.

May you glow,

flourescently,

through every rendition.

May your

benevolent expression,

flower,

without circumscription.

May Eternal Power,

invigorate,

your tone and diction.

May all factors of

anger, angst,

disappointment,

and rampant pain,

be rendered,

fiction.

May you recognise,

your Freedom…

Be still,

in Knowing,

that you are

a shining benediction..

defined, alone,

by indescribable,

uncontainable,

other-worldly, vibrations…

and,

may all of this,

combined,

be released,

beneath

the gatefold covering,

of your

prodigious,

prolific

Spirit-Mind…

That is,

truly, phenomenal…

and,

one,

of a kind.

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“W O M A N”

I. Am. Woman.

Hear me ROAR…
and, weep..
and, purrrrrr…
as, I curl up…
and dye my hair..
because,
sometimes,
I prefer it, that way.

Then,
notice,
how I grow it out,
to release the grey.
Which I love…
…because,
I love me,
either way!

I am Woman.

See me, soar.
Hit, the ground,
writing,
whilst,
outrunning fears..
Sometimes,
I get stuck
on the tarmac,
for,
what feels like,
YEARS!

But, I listen.

Place my thoughts
into my hand-luggage,
and, carry on,
walking,
upon the right track.

I am Woman.
I’ve learnt, now,
how best,
I should pack.
I know, better,
what to
leave
behind…
and,
how, not,
to look back.

I am Woman.
I stand,
with my Sisters,
alongside, my Brothers,
to fight,
for what’s right.

My skin,
is Blue-Black.
I’ve been told,
that I “couldn’t”,
or, “wouldn’t”…
Well, now…
you’ve probably guessed,
what I made,
out of that!

But, if not…
let me say,
that I, happily,
stomped on
the head
of that serpent..
First, in my Louboutins,
then,
in my flats!

For,
this Woman,
has been, so,
brought up,
by the best,
of all Women.

A Mother,
who,
set the example,
for all,
that I am.
Pouring Faith,
into fallacies.
Showing,
the Greatness
in me,
was no sham.

But,
that any suggestion,
proposing,
I question her,
telling me this,
was a devious,
despicable, scam.

Because of her
Love
and her bravery,
traversing oceans,
to make a brand new life,
for her
and,
a better one,
here, for me,
though,
through her,
I’d not, yet, arrived,
upon Earth,
for, to be…

WOMAN…
I AM…
Daughter…
I am,
ever, grateful,
to the
Wonder Womb-an,
of her..

…and,
how blessed, I am,
to, forever,
have She.
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“Seen”

“Seen”,

does not, hurt!

It shows,

that you are, heard.

It is not, mean.

Nor, median.

On the contrary.

As,

it confirms,

Intention,

beyond, medium,

has been expressed.

Absence,

of a “mention“,

affirms,

a, quiet,

mutual confidence.

So. Rest.

Should,

detailed interaction,

be subtracted,

makes you,

no less,

Blessed.

Therefore,

be, not, repressed.

Silence,

does not

have to notify,

that you

have not impressed

a mark of

Truth,

that, deeply,

resonates.

So,

do not

second-guess,

your Soul.

For,

you’ve professed

the Best,

the Great!

Did not control

your, Joy-filled, energy,

but, came…

… and,

though, they saw,

yet,

did not say,

that cannot,

ever,

conquer this…

That,

you’ve fulfilled

your Destiny..

..Personified the message,

you were

meant, to Be.

Now,

walk ahead,

in Victory,

and,

neverending,

Bliss!

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“More Than This”

More, than this.

More, than a flower,

conveying,

you’re missed.

More, than a kiss.

The, momentary, bliss,

that it brings…

…that makes butterflies,

flutter wings.

More,

than the sprinkles,

the sparkles,

the wrinkles,

that tickle

your nose,

as you smile.

Although,

it makes

all of the effort,

more than,

worthwhile.

More,

than “dine-in“,

as reminders,

of times

when,

the clearest of soup,

glazed your, glistening, chin.

When,

suited-and-booted,

all,

whistled-and-fluted,

and gowned-up,

you,

glammed-up

and

dined-out,

in style.

More,

than this..

Walking a mile,

in your heels,

or, your loafers,

or, ballet flats…

Or, dancing,

upon, high-rise, clouds

of sweet scent,

and spicy cologne..

…talking,

in pheromones.

More,

than that..

When,

at the evening’s end,

you’re home

and,

you’re lingering,

longingly,

hovering,

over the phone,

awaiting the message,

to lull you,

to, peacefully, sleep,

in a soft,

soothing tone…

Never, dialled-in.

Full, to the brim,

with, authentic meaning,

so,

you’re not

alone..

Yet, more,

than this..

It is..

What you think.

What you do.

What you say.

It is,

more,

than a square,

on a rectangle

calendar….

…And,

all of this,

do you show

and you prove,

all the more,

everyday,

after, day,

after,

day.

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“All Is Well”

All is well.

This,

I say,

because,

for every fall,

you, ever, fell,

inserted,

in your private hell,

you,

raised your hands,

in celebration,

of the lessons,

you would tell.

Eager,

to express,

how hardship,

did not motivate you,

to rebel.

Nor,

act out.

But, look up,

to whence,

your help came from..

..and, 

to this day,

will see you,

to Completion,

of

everything, you are

and all,

you shall become.

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“Pen”

Shuffling,

through the snow,

of my page,

hybrid symbolism

wraps itself,

inside

ambient cursive.

Tightly, ties

a, full-length, scarf

of immersive visualisation,

to protect,

against the

stinging wind,

of prevailing doubt…

Whilst,

a, well-worn,

beret of Belief,

shields

the scripted

thought-patterns,

fixing,

to come out

of an

open-ended mind,

mixing-down curly-cues,

so, meanings,

are not missed.

Upon

this papier-drift,

edited interpretations,

of this bespoke Gift,

crunch

refreshed footsteps,

leaving crisp trails

of, hand-made,

heartsongs.

Each,

a Freedom-Secret,

to be,

lovingly,

kept.

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“Drum.Pan.Sound.”

Kinetic musicality.

Kinaesthetic sonic booms,

defying mental gravity.

Epicentrally-aligned,

to hone in,

on the Sanctity

of that,

which is,

Divined.

Tearing the veils,

from mysteries,

wrapped in

the inanimate.

Bonding galaxies,

of hidden figures,

through harmonic skin.

Major lasers,

beam,

as

rapid hand movement,

skims the chrome,

between

Man and Organic machine.

Pristine communication,

through a living,

percussive dream.

Drum.

Pan.

Sound.

Picking up

a head of steam,

to reveal the secrets

caught,

in quadrilaterals..

Chromatics,

never static,

remove

their varnished overalls,

to reunite

magnetic vibrations,

from beneath.

Shake the

sonic tectonic plates..

composing

multi-sequential reality,

from beyond,

Universal Belief.

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“Head In The Clouds”

Just thoughts…

Just wondering,

from

a multiplicity

of

letters and noughts.

Entering, into concepts,

through

cognitive doors…

observing, mentally,

the symbolism,

through

Heavenly apertures.

Investigating,

the

evolving inventive,

in vectors,

and

revolving perspectives.

A virtuous vortex,

of neural selectors.

But,

no pressure,

to perceive.

Simply, musing

and retrieving.

Wandering,

with cotton-candy,

cumulo nimbus,

in super-surround..

Head,

categorically,

in the clouds…

Feet,

concretely, floating,

on the ground.

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