See beyond the now…

See beyond the now...

Imagination is the magic. To be able to see the wind and hear the snow falling, be able to touch dusk on the first corner with your finger and feel the taste of a dreamy moonlight on the lips. Art by James Morgan



Totally agree…Happiness etc is an inside job!

Mystical Journey

I want you to read that meme over and over. I remember four years ago when I died in the ER and was returned to this world. I recognized that the moment I woke I was different. As days turned into months and months into years, I had to remove anyone (and anything) that disturbed my sensitivity. I could not be responsible for making the world happy, especially people who sucked the life out of me trying to find happiness. They are responsible for their own journey.

Not everyone will approve.

Not everyone will agree.

People judge from the place of their own perspective and experiences. It’s not for you to try and mold them. Let them judge. Just don’t allow them to break you.

So I stopped…I made it a point of truly disengaging from those whose addictions and toxic energy were hurting me.

I woke to find me…

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How do you carry on When your heart breaks? Going through the motions Numb, on auto pilot. Two fractured sides One screaming at the Unreality of your leaving. The other....just existing In a sureal reality. Dam will break, eventually. Or I will revert to the Old habits. Burying the pain, self medicated In unhealthy ways. … Continue reading Mum.

You Called Me A Contra

Totally get the sentiment in this.

The 365 Poetry Project

I was supposed to call you
every now and then,
I was supposed to ask you
how you’ve been.

But once you drove far enough away
not to care anymore
I never did.

I still know a song about dinosaurs we wrote
but I don’t know a thing
about you now.

Because you’d shave your head in secret
and say that we were close,
because you called me a contra
after all that time.

We were never supposed to change,
were we?

All that talk about honesty,
it came with hard conditions,
and I was never really the plan.
Not a contra.

It’s been a hundred years
but I think you’re fine
that I never called
’cause you called me a contra.

And a hundred years of maybe
becoming a contra
after all.

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Know your place.

  Below is my latest ditty, written over the last week or so after realising my place in anothers life. #SoWhat #itaintovertillitsover    Know your place . .. Fair weather friend Know your place... Compliant friend Know your place... Don't ever disagree  with me friend Know  your place... Unsullied waters and resonable friend Know your … Continue reading Know your place.


The following is a poem I wrote a long time ago, it reverberates within me strongly at the moment witnessing what is happening at Standing Rock Indian Reservation.  #NoDAPL #StandWithStandingRock I IT IS THE SUBTLY OF NEGATING AND QUIET ERODING, IT IS  NOT THE BLACK AND WHITE, IT IS  THE BLINDING GREY  TO BE FEARED. … Continue reading IT IS.