Between sleep and waking Wonderful or nightmarish worlds exist, Embrace and discover all there is there For its your subconscious creativity Flowing freely.
Blue skies above me With their cotton wool like clouds, Green verdancy below me With it rolling meadows and valleys, I exist somewhere in between In the present moment and living the dream.
Define me this way Define me as that, Truth is you don’t know me And your definitions Are all part of an act, To make yourself look good And doing it at my expense, But you don’t know me really So what you define me as makes no sense.
Gravity keeps us grounded As does a conscious mind Being still and being present Is content management and happiness defined.
Dark riders on the horizon Fierce ancient Norseman of the past, Riding forward urged on by the Valkyrie From Odin’s almighty kingdom, Here to deliver us our fate, For we have fallen far from grace And destroyed this earth, this sacred place, Here come the Norseman With fierce cries screaming from their throats, Best toContinue reading “Norseman”
Beyond division There is always love, Love in submission Of all things kind, And we can rejoice For this love saves, It chases away darkness And allows to fall asleep, Within the arms of safety Overseen by spirits and angels, That act as guardians over us.
Beware false friends Who say they got your back, While isolating you from loved ones And your wider family, Instead of integrating into it Is it their aim to deceive, Beware of false friends.
We’re ancient And we’re wise, Living secret lives, We come from other places Within a universe of different races, We are here try to see What potential life people can lead, And while some really amaze me There are many that are disappointing, But for now we’ll keep on watching To see if this mankindContinue reading “Ancient beings”
In a place very far away In a time ancient and long ago, Many mysterious events occurred Unlike today, now ain’t that absurd, Maybe visitors who use to come Stopped arriving because they had, had enough, Seeing our warmongering ways And that we couldn’t evolve or transcend, Which meant that we would pay some day.
The shit always impacts on me Sometimes I can barely breathe, It’s taught me how to be numb But alert, aware and not so dumb, And however much shit I take I have learnt to bend not break, And if by chance I hit the ground I get back up without a sound, And battleContinue reading “Battling through”