Not connected to the world we were taught to believe in
Does that mean I've learnt nothing new?

Does mental illness really exist?
Killing in the world
Do you want to be apart from this?
Cruelty to the animals
Do you want to belong to this?
Oppression to the masses
Do you hope that this passes?
Suppression of our senses
Would you rather not mention?
High prices and toxic slices on natures vegetation
Segregation in worlds population
Borders of control to soften the blow
Deprivation
Frustration
Do I fit into this placement?

Dissociation

I feel healthy now
Do you ever Wonder
Why?

We don't have to see
We have a deep sense of touch
We just have to feel

Wish we could feed ourselves so much more easily
than we
eat away
at ourselves

Shadow soul
You pace the walls
Your dark a shade of shame
Don't look straight at
Look away
It's a mortal sin
Ignorance is sure to be bliss
You keep running from yourself only to have to again begin
Not knowing which way to turn
Then you look within
Opening up the wound sticking your hand in
You have guts in your hand
Facing your own messy entrails
Why they cause you so much pain
How black the blood became
Without ever understanding why
Eyes on your shadow side
Soul that seems less whole
But how can you be whole without all sides
Your soul is your guide
It is alive in nightshade or sunlight
You just have to make friends with it  
Accept it is a part of us all
Reflecting compassion and understanding to one another's
shadow soul

On the beach with a girlfriend
Joking playing silly pretend
Rolling around
Laughing so hard our bellies hurt
That was so fun
I woke from my dream laughing too

Sometimes I don't feel so nice
Sometimes I feel annoyed
Bitter
Not feel light
I notice judgements cross my mind
Though I will be kind
I know no human is perfect
At least, I can see

These layers they leach onto my skin
Who put them there to begin
Now one by one I have to shed them
Prise them off
Sometimes with care
Sometimes ripping rough
They have fattened fed from my blood
Do I starve them or send them love
They were a part of me after all
Creatures great and small

How many times do we die in life
Were we ever really living ?

Endings before beginnings
All is changing
Rearranging
Moving around the furniture
Let's hope the armchair is placed in a comfortable position
And the bed is filled with peace and love
The windows open to the sun
Nature is in bloom
Harmony flows through every room
...

Sensitives tend to seem like the most broken because they feel so much
They feel their own emotions
Their own thoughts
They feel the energy around them
The change in the air
They feel the energy of others
Even thoughts and words they don't share
Crowded places mixed messages rife
Sometimes solitude feels like a welcome respite
Warmth can be so overjoying
Cold a sharp frostbite
Daylight in the warm delightful
Daylight in the cold lost appetite
Night can be peaceful or full of insight
Dreams can be real escape or a harrowing fright
Friends can be real or pretend to be kind
Opinions can open mind or cut to the heart
Spirits can be a comfort or a startling dart
We can get tired all too soon
We can feel drained or fly to the moon
At times we just want to rest
Though we are creative at our very best

Loneliness
You have to sit with it
Until you get through it
No good to cling to others
to make you feel whole

Black mass
you hover above me
Circling the room
No noise No sound
No quick zoom
You just move

And I
observe

Little wolf eyes not yet open
Ears not yet listen
Hearing the wind between the trees
Your time will come
As your sense instinctively broadens
A new horizon in your wake
Waiting for you to explore

Bit
by
bit
possessions
going
in
the
bin
The rest will go in a tip
We have nothing to keep
Toxic site has spread deep
Hoping for healthier life and home
To
build upon

Stems frail
Weak and split
Broken apart by the weight of it
A bowl of carnations presented delicate
Just the heads of flowers
Long lost showers
Still

Arm
of
the
sea
Birth
to
thee
Bodies
delivery
Water
markers
anniversary
Swimming
in
sync
with
what will be
Channels
confectionery
of bitter
stroke
sweet
Breathing
swallow
Breathing
deep
Flowing banks of reeds that creep
Rapid current
Floating
slow
Freestyle
Buoyant
aid
for
mile
Treading
water
Tired
Below
Springs of hope as you go
Narrow
vision
Opening out
Sea of plenty
Turn
about
Island on the horizon
Or
to
sails
that
have
spent
No man is an island
Though we can
pretend!

Be my breath
When my thoughts fade
Be my breath
When my mind decays
Be my breath
When my lungs cave
Be my breath
When my heart stops.

Poetry
Be my breath

Depression - Cheer up!
Anxiety - Don't worry!  
Overthinking - Stop!
Panic attacks - Calm down!
Be yourself!  - That's too much!
Shy - You don't shut up!
Talkative - That's really enough!

Depression
It's
like
entering
a
black
tunnel
thinking
that
there
is
no
way
out
No
escape
route
No
exit
No
light

Anxiety stay away from me
You are my shield and my enemy
I hide behind you and I fight with you
Please let me be

Lucy's eyes flew up to the skies
She saw the world in a bubble
She set her sights on the moon she knew too much too soon
And the sun was her lover

In her mind she could find new revelations to discover
She would look off the hook and
nothing
would even bother her

Lucy's eyes flew up to the skies

The world breathed a bubble

Can you look at the image of yourself
Dark decay that you have felt
&
see it staring back
The love that you have lacked

Our screams played to us
By every one we meet
Steps danced in rhythm
by our own worn out beat

The boy loved so much
He was told to toughen up
He was shown how to be strong and punch
To release his feminine touch
He wanted to be loved so he changed to fit their ways
Day after day grew the crushing pain
The want to run away
Just to be himself
to
love
again

Young girl always saw the world
The people the bustle the hustle the worry
Never seemed to slow down
Pain and sorrow painted on a smiled frown
Felt the jabbed ****** in her fingertips
Rode up to her spine and mind
Couldn't shake the screams off
So she learnt to try
To try get by.
A memory that would never leave
The moment her hands played in sand and she forged a new wonderland
Just play was all she found
Forgot the world in a grain of sand  .

Heart

on the line

To your spirit

receive


Air
of
life
From
Crown
To
Palms
Believe

She walked into the sunshine garden expecting to feel the bliss she had first known from the moment she arrived
She had walked this way before felt an ecstasy like no other
The garden had dried grass brittle
The rain came
She was soaked cold and felt alone
Where was her golden glow now
She sat for some time as tears fell with the downpour
The hurt magnified
Guilt and punishment weighted at her side
Am I abandoned
No, I'm still the same in the rain
And then she grew
Settled with the weeping dew

It's funny how we can determine our worth through a job
I let mine go
My house has rarely been a home not healthy in its bones
All possessions are damaged goods
I need to let them go
Bit by bit
I throw them away
The letters
The pictures
The memories
Cannot be reframed
Soiled by a house in disrepair
Not sure where I'm going but it's not back there

I am the toxins in my system
The mucus in my lungs
The mould growing on the run
I am the dust from which mites feed
crawling niggling
for their
sum

Toxic bile
Pain for mile
A stone no roll can brake
A tender heart
Torn apart
With a dying no love can wake

All I am
All I was
And all I'll be
More than and not enough

You'll never see
I

Voices heard in the dark
Speak of light in tongue
Curious whispers of the mind
From spirit of which is sprung

Throbbing
Pulsating
Swirling
Spinning
Whirling
Curling
Twirling
Circling
Energy of the universe
Rooted within

You see ****
I see peaks of nature reaching from the stream of the heart
You see *** cheeks
I see a seat connecting with grounds start
You see thighs spread apart
I see the gateway to true loves shaft
You see body naked and filthy
I see beauty
Vessel of the soul
&
a fine art

Body tense and taut
Mind overwrought
Thoughts running round stomping with a heavy pound
Calm is where the spirit flows
Ears hear the call

Icy cold air breaking through the trees
Kettle whistling on boiling degrees
Fire snapping kindling debris
The hollow of the chimney

space

for all

to

breathe

After each dark night
Comes
the
dawn
A time for grieved soul
A time to be
reborn

What do you do
Do you sleep late
Contemplate and plan the things you want to do
Do you watch movies
Play games
Be silly and act the fool
Do you get up early
Seize the day
Speak kind words even in trial tell yourself it'll be ok
Do you spend time alone
Converse with friends family a lover on the phone
Do you spend time in company you enjoy
Do you giggle like a school girl or boy
Let your hair down
Do you hold it all together when it feels it'll fall apart
Do you paint draw write create art
Do you pick your thoughts intentionally
Protect your space carefully
Do you meditate rest take time out mentally
Do you have a long hot soak
Nourish yourself physically
Do you give yourself a love note
Seek life's antidote
Do you release the emotions to lighter float
Wrap the layers of insulation coat


How do you take care of you?

Do you just read.. a book or two?

If something doesn't resonate
Don't make it fit
Follow your heart intuition inner knowing
You may change your mind in time and it could align
Though for now
Feel how You feel
Be real to Your needs

Pamper day
Soothing hands smoothed the way
Massaging
Stretching
Kneading
Working through the tensions
Scented fragrant melting
Therapy intention
Moments of care
To be aware
of the supporting
intervention

Tiger Tiger your strips are fierce

There glow of amber the black mark pierce

Your courage copious you circle the fears

Then time is right

You strike

Devour obstacles sears

Walk your path with majesty willpower grace fortitude for all is

not as it instantly appears

Uncurl me with your wisdom
Throw me
into
the veins
of your
love

Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Yes! I say
Then diving deeper I think away..
Hmmm.. If the sun were a little shady and the clouds took the glow and the birds chirped but pretty loudly rattling the
Windows
If the breeze too icy on the knees
Teeth chattered uncomfortably
Yes you can compare me to a summers day
In the uk anyway

Striving for acceptance
Want to be adored
Content to feel cherished
Not alienated and ignored
Compromising individuality to not be divided
Variety is the spice of life
Each man women a treasure island
Jewels to be uncovered
Faceted sides to be discovered
Each light and shadow cast a mast to set our sails
Focus on the accomplishments in all weather tales
Stories we tell that we didn't do so well
Yes we did we fought the giant squid
Prised apart from the ink blotted dart
Pulled away from its tangled tentacle sway
Made it to today
Lived to have our say
Felt it from the heart

Magpies hopping and flitting from branch to branch
Pigeon sits still silent in awareness

Balancing
when
winds
blow
in

Secrets in the reeds
My heart bleeds
Soil and sludge trudging slow
Mind aches for the knowledge I don't know
Sinking deep
Deep below
Black as night no sunlight window
Living blind in this hollow
Can I find the sun tomorrow?.
I let go
Sinking still
Surrendering soul to God's good will
The air bubbles rise to the surface
Floating up to see the skies again
Reeds growing reaching climbs ascend

Heart was felt as heavy
That baggage carries the weight
Like to lighten the load
Be more compassionate
Forgiving
Living
Loving again

Hands on
Warm glow
Head resting on comfy pillow
Blanket sweet
Crystals neat
Vibration sensation at my feet
Thoughts coming up
Feel want more to let go
Touch to the feet spiral of rainbow fly up to greet
Sticks of a cross with white lights all aglow
Sun shining through from the window
Water after energy flow
Talking to a friend you feel you know
Tears of release
Flush of relief
Voice says keep letting go
Be here now

I hear the bells ring for peace but all I hear is the noise
I think about those forced to fight
Those lives lost by our own blind sight
Killing not another but self
Those who ran
Brave to face away from the harm
Still seen as the cowardly man
What a shame
And yet the fighting still echoes on