Bushbabies and Bananas

Written on the Blood Moon Lunar Eclipse, 4 April 2015 and published back in 2017 as part of From the Firelight  (a collection of magical workings). When the primal Flood receded I was there Soil bare as Wind loved Me He carved Me into Mountains of Stone the Ice came retreated and I stood alone My bones are ancient matter of a Promise made and a Cry that shattered the One into dual Day and Night Dark and Light so Source could know how Love feels the Ecstasy, the Despair, the Tears that heal I am the Spirit of the Oak Tree Roots reaching down deep I wrote the words to Songs returning Swallows keep Mine is the power of the Forest in the Pod the Wish of a Tree a Dreaming of the God the warm dark Magic of the soft Cocoon, the Death and Rebirth the Dark of the Moon the strength of Ages colors layered in the Rock face Mine is the beat all Wildness drums to I am the safe place the little deer runs to I am the Circle of Mourning when a...

© 2025 I was driving back from a sad trip to the airport. It was pouring down with icy rain and I felt as if the wind would pull my car right off the freeway. I was thinking about how good friends, such as my friend Lee, are simply irreplaceable, and make the journey on this crazy planet lighter. When it feels like I am drowning and the world is crushing down when it’s cold and dark and storming out here in tinsel town even the wind is weary and stars no longer shine down I fear I am slowly losing my mind every action each choice just feels so wrong the road stretches ahead ever cold and too long the lights they sold us flicker and die my heart is too shattered to even wonder why it is times like these when I’m adrift in the Sea of Lost when a friend’s precious smile warms winter’s icy frost and the load I am carrying seems easier to bear I don’t know I would manage without you there I’m not sure I thank you or if those words can even say how sad I would be without your sunshine in m...

© 2025 Written for The Worldly One   😎😏😉 It was Summer holidays and you sent an Uber black I had been at the whiskey and I tripped into the back We sped off down the highway trying to keep a straight face but the driver sure looked relieved when he pulled up at your place You had just walked in fresh from off the sea and I laughed even harder cos you were worse for wear than me And in that moment of happy free I threw away my hard earned peace and without a thought for the chaos it wrought I blew up the locks and opened Pandora's Box The wistful witches whistle at me the magic mirror mocks I catch your eye as we dive head first into Pandora's Box How the hell did we ever think we'd be able to put it all back when we fell down so hard and got pulled right off track and the mischief unleashed that night made both of our hearts sore and the magic mirror wasn't mocking or laughing anymore oh the summer holidays should come with a warning sign to remind me to put a big fa...

© 2025 Written in 2015 when I was highly disillusioned with life on Earth. And back down I fell deep into the familiar blaze of hell, broken bride of the lizard lords who slither and slide over stolen swords, whilst all the while the Souls weep and bleed shackled in an alien creed My heart this pain! and the terror stalking the nights again, clutching hands, ice cold on my back, pulling me down into the whispering black Sanity is not a line you’re not one day crazy and the next day fine it’s a mist a maze twisting in, weaving out until you’re holding the gaze of the stranger in the mirror, utterly shell-shocked having just crossed no man’s land, only to find you’re fighting both sides of the war your finger on the trigger and cold steel at your temple Around you the busy ants scuttle In little tin boxes along snaking black lines, minds ticking over keeping busy, so as not to see or feel, drugging the pain, blotting out the horror of the real And across once teeming-with-life lands the...

Written in Mozambique in 2013 when I felt like I just couldn't take it anymore - drowning in despair - feeling the poaching crisis and canned lion hunting. © 2025 You’re in your cage waiting to die so am I oh dear god so am I There is a point the Soul reaches in the darkest of black when you look in a mirror and Despair stares back when the Evil is kissing you but you can’t push Him away so he stays oh dear god so he stays When the horror the cruelty the blood thirst send you tilting off the steep edge of Sane and you claw your way up but slip slide down again Then it’s the End because you can’t find one reason to carry on trying and the animals the forests all the flowers are dying And the grey clouds come racing to cover up the sun I put my head on my hands because the Evil has won and the laughter the happy is all dead and done oh dear god yes dear god the Evil has won Actually god I think you might be just a dream because when I open my eyes and I listen to the screams batteri...

© 2025 Written about a Man that is often in my head. #PathsNotTaken (remix) He said I was bad news to be precise – I read it twice He said such bad news mean or nice? I wasn’t sure am I the girl He’s looking for or is He just playing with no thought of staying and I’d end up bruised and heartsore Am I bad news really bad news or would I be good if I could find the right Man if I can settle down as I should Well You have to choose win or lose are You even playing the game will You stake Your claim and come play in the flame You’re gonna die all the same Oh Mr Bad News if I had half a chance I’d teach You to dance with these ghosts in my mind You may be surprised cos they’re disguised they’re more killer than kind no sugar just spice load a gun throw the dice You may think twice and rather play nice instead of calling Me Bad News! So You have to choose win or lose are You even playing the game will You take a chance in this crazy dance You’re gonna die all the same Oh Mr Bad News come...

 © 2025 Written in London, 2001 - caught up in Chaos. If only I could see through these mists to reality If only I had wings I would fly away free I retrace wandering footsteps through the haze of the past Hard to find my way now feel so cold and lost Drowning in a whirlpool of Time sucking me down Spinning out to nowhere hope I find myself out there Got to still the weeping and calm a shaking soul For only if I listen will the broken again be whole I turn to face the demons kill them one by one Dance out into the freedom and the warm light of the sun Laid the ghosts now to rest now Silenced their mournful cries Lay my aching head on the Goddess’ breast and shut my burning eyes Copyright Statement:   © 2025 Christine Jordaan.  All lyrics in my songs are my original work. All rights reserved. The music and vocals were generated using an AI tool under a paid licence that grants me full ownership and commercial rights to the final song. While the instrumental arrangement an...

© 2025 Written in Mozambique in 2007 when I was absolutely shattered - emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. Death beckons gently tantalizing me with promises of Peace Don’t tease! I say go away but still He smiles and I smile and all the while I want to go but know I must stay Are you sure? He whispers you can sleep this side no need to run no need to hide just sleep deep You lie! I cry and weep into my pillow at night and I fight and try to see light but its black Come back I call and its Night Copyright Statement:   © 2025 Christine Jordaan.  All lyrics in my songs are my original work. All rights reserved. The music and vocals were generated using an AI tool under a paid licence that grants me full ownership and commercial rights to the final song. While the instrumental arrangement and vocal performance are AI-generated, I am the sole author of the lyrics and directed the entire creative process, including musical modifications. Copyright of the lyrics and ownership o...