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A poem about Culloden Battlefield today and the effects of the subsequent highland clearances. And so, t’is a bitter wind that blowsaround Drumossie.A plaintive crow that lends a single voicepiercing guilty silence.The moss itself, whispers among the slanted stones,footsteps sinking into sacrifice. Distant, calm blue firth betrays the battle-yellsawake forever on the breeze.Over heathered moors, ruined cottages […]
» Read moreWritten a few years ago now about global ascension..now in progress. A poem that speaks of the coming changes for humanity. The darker the world gets the more we need to concentrate on light and love. Dawn slips upon me like a night’s reprieve, a few more hours, to love some more. There is a chattering on […]
» Read moreAn older one taken out and re-arranged somewhat. He does not know me Although I wander through his dreams and leave my calling card at his door, speak his very words. He does not know me Though I move his chest in breath and surround him in sleep Though I wake with him at dawn see through his […]
» Read moreA poem about my introduction to Shamanism He warned me, all those years ago, when dogma had left me soul-dead, cracked-tongue thirsting for living waters. I found them in the morning dew, the cleansing, healing rain… The crashing power of the angry sea. I’d yearned for vibrancy and passion. Not dusty diatribes of confusing constriction, condemning […]
» Read moreThe tenure on this dalliance grows ever less appealing. All hell has broken out and the zombie masses are too painful to witness. Surely there is more to humanity, than clogs to clogs or indifference to truth in two generations? Mindless lemmings soldered to mobile phones asleep. Far from clinging on for dear life my life is no longer […]
» Read moreA poem that decries the New World Order and its minions. The time is almost upon us when the light will shine with lucid exposure of all those who put themselves forward to help the unfolding of the New World Order. Oh! Please do not try to loosen the noose around your neck. The knot is not for turning….(or loosening) […]
» Read moreDrifting into midnight, loosening ties to waking illusions, we enter the greater place. Vaguely familiar but shielded by misty confusion to those who fear. For death comes nightly and resurrection with waking. So why reject the natural progression of day to night, or life to life again? Unpredictable, perhaps challenging, the path ahead… but earth years are little more […]
» Read moreWill you walk in the Bluebells with me? For times are changing; And only yesterday I was young and now, older, tomorrow? older still… Come, meet me in the woods, where light is shredded by the pines and ground becomes our sacred bed, full circle for one born to love out doors. I will caress you in sun-speckled splendour; […]
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