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Cosmological dreaming

Shadows dancing off moonlit walls

I feel the longing of the universes call

Stars reach out to me and beckon me hither

I feel the power and begin to wither

Not knowing that as a tiny insignificant speck

That life is not beyond me yet

Dazzling dancing swirling light

Filigree incandescent angels in flight

I find myself drawn by moonlight

To sit here captivated be the delight

Of cosmic tunes playing in my head

As visions trace a starry thread

Of quantum meaning that leaves me blessed

I have to admit I am obsessed by everything

I see in the night sky

Which is universally created by my minds eye

Then a speck I am no more

And though still in grace and awe

It’s now within how our conscious mind works

To paint these pictures

To create such scenes

Of cosmological quantum dreams.

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I was muted

I was speechless

I was wordless

It was endless

It was boundless

It left me soundless

I was mute

Left speechless

And confused

Nothing I say

Adds too

The light you eschew

There’s no love like you

You leave me mute

By the things you do

This is the truth

I believe in you

And all the things you do

Sometimes I just don’t understand you

Yet I still adore, love and crave you.

Even though you leave me mute.

Queen of the dead

In a dark room she filled his head

With love and dreams of sensual fulfillment

She wore paint so colourful dressed up for the day of the dead

She was beautiful that he could see

Glowing in the dark like an exotic queen

The flowers in her hair her pale white face

Lips made to kiss he was carried away

She had a fit body with subtle curves

He could not help but observe

But she didn’t want him just to look

And her intentions were fast and loose

They made love that was passionate and fervent

She took him too his limit then went further

She took control, she was hungry

He could tell she was in so much need

She was insatiable she wanted more

This more than he’d ever known before

She was wild with lust and it was love till they bust

He had never know such hot love like this.

As they finished and they both got dressed he asked for her name

And a number to text

But she smiled at him and said ‘but honey I am dead

But come and see me after your death’

He thought was joking and followed outside

She went to a place he didn’t want to find

A plot with a headstone and a name inscribed

Then she laid down there and vanished inside

Shocked he was and knew not what to say

Then an old woman passed his way

Said that she was the queen of the dead

And if she loved you then you were blessed

And he cried real tears for her

Which to many may have seemed absurd

But she too him was filled with so much life

How could someone with so much energy have died

And he lost what he felt was the love he had searched so hard to find.

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Observant and conversant

I have tried to be observant

And otherwise conversant,

With the world in which we live

And the universe of which we create,

Within our conscious mind

And within this self created time,

To be aware of opportunities

And mindful of synchronicities,

That cross our path upon our journey,

That may bring about epiphanies

That lead me into higher frequencies,

Of spiritual belief that maybe currently beyond me

And the words I wish to speak

But know that in the end

My consciousness and soul

Has all the answers I will ever need.

Present moment thinking

Every present moment

Should be your best moment,

Every present moment

Should be cherished

And lived likes it’s your last moment,

Make each present moment amazing

And make each present moment

A moment filled with love

And shine your light bright,

For in this moment

There is nothing better,

There is nothing else,

Just you, the light and love.

What could we do?

We share moments

That could never be

Forgotten again

We connected

We were affected

And there was no blame

Though we know it was wrong

We had our own songs

And cherished times

Spent together

They felt just right

Illicit and sensual

I loved you

You loved me back

What could we do?

When something feels

That very good

And though it was wrong

We were powerless

We could not resist

Each other in truth

What could we do?

You loved me

And I loved you.

Sons of God’s and daughters of men

Your under my skin

And I can’t begin,

To imagine

Being without you again,

You’re like a drug

An amphetamine boost,

You’ve got me addicted

That is the truth,

We are Nephilim.

You are the daughters of men

We are Sons of God’s,

Yet somehow you

Drew us in,

With you beautiful looks

And your delicate ways,

We knew at once

We could not be saved,

From falling in love with you

We succumbed to the truth,

That we had become addicted to you,

We are Nephilim.

We gave up the halls

Of heavenly life,

We came down

To see the beautiful sights,

Of feminine grace

And to sample the bliss,

Of savouring on your sweet kiss,

Daughters of men you maybe

But as a Sons of Gods

You enticed me beyond belief,

We wanted to spend our lives with you,

Give up everything and that’s the truth

We are Nephilim.

The blood spilt, it’s all on you

Drops of blood

Dripping from

Bloody hands

That allowed the guns

Or that gave the commands

Much weight must be borne

By those who see others mourn

As a result of their decisions

To rent life from innocent victims

In the name of something unknown to them

In the name of something irrelevant

When weighed up in the scheme of things

Money, power and a lust for war

Drip, drip, drip the blood you spilt

The deaths you caused

That guilt and shame is all yours

Bear it if you can

And in judgement at the end of life I hope you understand

That you were a brutish human.

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Dia De Los Muertos

Colours are so bright

They shine in the night,

A beautiful scene

You could hardly believe,

Celebrations abound

There’s lots of love to be found,

Faces painted so well

It’s hard to tell,

Who’s alive and who’s dead

On the day of the dead.

Dia De Los Muertos,

The Mexican phrase

Celebrating those who’ve passed away,

Rather than mourn

They see a new dawn,

Knowing their loved ones

Are happy and safe.

The day of the dead

Requires no tears

The day of the dead

Shows there is nothing to fear

In the afterlife

With colours so bright

Lighting up the night


The day of the dead.

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Negative words are poison

So they should be carefully chosen

Negative attitudes are toxic

So we must use our energy to block it

Light up life cast out darkness

And celebrate the day

Light up life and be the love you crave

Don’t spread poison

Don’t be toxic

Shut out all this bad stuff

And just rise above it

Be the love in every single moment.