Bushbabies and Bananas

Formed into being at the dark of the Moon born into body when Her light was full but seem to be spinning around this earth on my own Sun, Sun are you shining still? I’m lost and alone in the dark and its cold been searching for ages for your golden light it’s been a good journey wandering free but now I need daytime to balance the night I stop atop the cliffs and called you from mountain top to sea and in my heart I heard you answer – you’ll come when I find me so I followed Moon from East to West North to South I dreamt and cried restlessly seeking laughing and weeping until I thought my heart had died Winter reigned for many years I turned inwards and did not see until one day I had a dream that you were also looking for me I was lost and frozen to ice yet your words brought the promise of Spring Aviemore, Scotland, 2002 bit by bit I began to thaw and once more heard the Robin sing I stood alone head bowed in thought Moon was...

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Still betraying the Wild Ones. When, oh when, are we ever going to grow into the compassionate beings that deserve Earth in all Her beauty? #TakeBackEarth Global March for Lions Today, somewhere, another roar has been silenced by bullet or deadly bow and a betrayed spirit departed to wherever the Wild Ones go Today, somewhere,  an executioner has hung up his weapon of death, boasted his tale of a bloody kill and his victim’s last agonising breath Today, somewhere, another heart has broken and bitter, despairing tears wept and a plea to the Sacred poured out to the night drifting up to the angels where wishes are kept In springtime last year I had a vision that the King Stag was standing on a lonely high peak so faithfully in the mist of the magic so patiently , hurting, with the tragic, waiting for us to grow into our Heroes and in our thousands we gathered before Him and knelt in a fervent prayer that the Light would descend down to Earth and live in every mind her...

© 2017 Lyrics There is something in the Shadows that is pulling at my Soul soft voices mournful, wistful… somehow splintered from the Whole Like a song I used to dance to but have long since forgotten the words or the magical time of the twilight moon and the goodnight chatter of sleepy birds Is it these wishing whispers that lead me wandering off into chaos and heart-ache? I hear my heart murmur “don’t” but still I detour and then I break Why don’t I listen to the angel guiding me it’s always told me true in time this love-affair with mayhem is it in my blood? this devil of mine? Do the sins of our long-ago fathers haunt us with curses down the ages and tragedy follows tragedy as Time forlornly turns the pages? When I die will I finally just be me? released from the demon of this bad blood? or will the Shadows still trail behind me still forgotten,  still whispering, still unloved? Copyright Update:  Lyr...

Written in 2015 about the Wrong Guy Journeying down to the Underworld I know that I risk losing my mind but somewhere there in the sludge and the slime there are diamonds to be found they’ve been fashioned there in the pressure and heat by the pain and tears of the past they’re the powers that your Soul can call when you love yourself at last But journeying through the Underworld it’s hard to take the heat caked in sweat and grimy tears and blisters on my feet hunger gnaws and my throat is parched and I dare not eat the fruit for all will be lost for just one drop of the deadly, magical juice Journeying through the Underworld I walk with the ghosts of my sold-out dreams the road is long and it’s hard to stay strong hearing the heartache in their screams Now the Underworld is a lonesome place when I bump into a devil with a handsome face my head gets foggy and I’ve forgotten why, did I come to find myself or to surrender and die? I know I must run, ...

Image: credit Unknown When I look back I do not want to see that Evil continued, because I did not want to know, because life was more comfortable so. When I am remembering my life, I do not want to hear the children’s screams as they’re betrayed by those in positions of power, broken bodies and shattered dreams, raped, tortured, killed by politicians we vote for. I do not want to feel the animals’ pain at their moment of slaughter so that some twisted human's bloodlust thrills, or as they are murdered to feed our insatiable need for their drained flesh. Don’t let me see the blood-soaked ground where countless people have died slain by our own governments’ lies to fulfill the plans of the Satanic Elite who sacrifice the Innocent at Lucifer’s feet as they gorge themselves full of power from the kill. No, no, no let me rather cry now, let me try now, let me fight now, if need be, let me die now, so I can go into the shadows one day at peace with my...

© 2017 I am a cat stalking along city rooftops independent and free nobody owns me I am a swan dreaming gently in the pale gold reeds at the lake’s edge sheltering for the winter I am a dragon soaring high overheard roaring flames to protect Her land I am a deer trembling in the misty purple heather I quiver, every fibre of my being alert to the sound of Him coming through the deepening Dusk Inchnadamph, Assynt, Scotland, 2002 With all of my heart and soul with every atom and particle along every string and wave in the multiverse I love the King Stag I feel His love in the heat of the sun warming me I see His power in the strength of the eagle’s wing as He glides overhead my heart breaks for His nobility as He dips His antlers to Her full light rising a pale circle like a fat dew drop on a green leaf in the deep forest I am a spider spinning my web new and glistening each day trying to tell Him in a different way how much I love H...

Picture Credit:  Dhillon Deviant Art In every ancient culture the People have a Sleeping Hero - Legend promises he will arise when needed to defend the land When the danger is greatest… It seems pretty dark right now so I wrote this... Lady and Lord of the North and Earth of the caves of death, and the Soul’s rebirth of mountain peaks reaching up to the sky and rocky chasms where diamonds lie please grant us your Presence and power Lady and Lord of the East and Air of gentle breezes and winds that tear of the breath of Spirit upon which eagles glide and blows pictures with clouds in the deep blue sky please grant us your Presence and power Lady and Lord of the South and Fire of the spark of life and the witches’ pyre of dancing flames and devouring burning Strength forged in the flames from tortured yearning please grant us your Presence and power Lady and Lord of the West and Water of healing wells and cleansing lighter of underground ...

Wow that was a bit of an emotional trip back to Santa Maria, Mozambique last week.  In October 2013 I left, after ten years there, and returned to South Africa.  Luckily the bay was calm on the way there.  (NOT the return trip). Maputo Skyline Dhow Mr Dick Nhonguane Inhaca island in the background Meeting with The Boss - Nkosi Zacarias Nhonguane Love the licence plate Sandbanks at low tide Catching up with my dear friend Abel, now in his 80s Beach Bar