Blank canvas

Speak the language we only speak,
The fire of a writer,
Leaves me weak.
Flames of passion which I crave
Electric shocks of seduction,
Absorbed into lyrical waves.
A masterpiece or a work of art,
It’s the imaginative way,
You draw in my heart.
Pulling me into every emotion,
Writing me into pages,
That hold the depths of oceans.
The way your ink draws me in,
It’s like a magnetic pull,
Gliding across my skin.
Let your ink flow free,
I’ll be your blank canvas,
Write your creativity upon me.


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Pandora’s box

I dreamt I was searching
For Pandora’s box,
Buried in an abyss
Of darkness and rocks.
Whilst searching
I was tortured by pain,
Of a thousand souls
Hell couldn’t contain.
But in all this torture
I was approached by hope,
It was anchored to my life
And I was the rope.
After the tests and trials
I stumbled on a cave,
Were the box was open
& the world was its slave.


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I’m a pirate of life
Aching for treasure,
Feeling the freedom
Is what I pleasure.
I’m a pirate on land
Not one with the sea,
I’m following a compass
To find a part of me.
I’ll sail in my depths
To find caves hidden,
Whilst I test the current
Of a land forbidden.
I’m free with myself
But not the ocean around,
I’m searching for treasure
On this hollow ground.


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Would you kiss my lips,
If they are bleeding pain
Would you wipe away acid,
If my tears leaked with shame.
Would you hold me close,
If my heart fired ice,
Would you carry me home
If I fled from this life.
Would you chase me into storms
Just to battle my thunder,
Would you hold me in your arms
To give me shelter to hide under.
Would you love me in reality
Could anyone ever love me,
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I’m all about unicorns,
Rainbows and light,
With added sarcasm
And a poetic bite.
I will fight for love
Or anything greater,
With a vocabulary like
A posh drunken sailor.
I’ve a sexy imagination
Like a dirty damsel,
I’ll be really good
Or a god damn handful.
I’m completely loyal
Yet slightly psychopathic,
I’ll give you my best
As a hopeless romantic.
I’ll wear that little dress
With those heels you like,
Then I’ll drop you a hint
That I’m on a hunger strike.
You’ll never get bored
As longs as you’re with me,
We’ll live authentically
So we’ll always be free.


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You’re the muse
In my ear,
Whispering things
Only I can hear,
Telling me secrets
Telling me lies,
You’re the sparkle
In my eyes.
You give me strength
You give me hope,
You’re the reflection
In my kaleidoscope.
Keeping me grounded
As my anchor,
You’re the oxygen
In my atmosphere.


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Soul letter

The alphabet fluctuates
From letters to emotion,
As we embed our passions
On pages forever frozen.
We string text together
And give it a meaning,
Then we open our souls
To a dictionary of feelings.
Rhymes become inked
With broken hearts,
For the bleeding poetry
To be called art.
Words become characters
As we make them whole,
We fill letters with ideas
And words with soul.


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The dust has settled

With opening and closing

Creaky doors,

An abandoned home

Of broken drawers.

The attic has secrets

The basement holds webs,

There’s old holey sofa

And a damaged bed.

Once a loving home

Forgotten by time,

The dials on the grandfather clock

Have lost their chime.

An energy was left

It walks through the halls,

Singing sweet melodies

That echo through the walls.

The sun’s presence

Highlights the dust,

As the heat stagnates the air

And amplifies the smell of must.

The overgrown lawn

Once held many features,

Now it’s barely recognisable

Yet appreciated by many creatures.

There’s charm and character

That remains in this place,

Held within a ghostly moment

In time and space.


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Shortlisted- The Abyss of Alice

I am so happy to share this news with my followers: one of my short stories, The Abyss of Alice, has been shortlisted. Out of 13,000 submissions, 1,025 stories have been shortlisted and mine is one of them. Yay!!

The challenge was on vocal. The requirements were for a fiction story, with no prompt, genre or theme to stick to or requirement a story must meet.

25 grand prize winners will be selected to receive $5,000 each, and have their stories published in Vocal’s first ever book—a collection of short stories by Vocal creators, available for purchase and estimated for release in the spring of 2022. 1,000 runners up will be selected to receive a free year of Vocal+ membership.

We won’t find out until February 25th who the grand finalists are. This is my first success as a writer and I am over the moon with being shortlisted and winning a prize of a year’s free membership on vocal. Fingers crossed for a grand prize win 🙂

Love to you all, Katrina

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It’s my WordPress 6 years anniversary this month. In celebration I thought I would re-share my very first publication. Thank you to all my amazing followers for supporting me throughout the years.

I scour from the beautiful sky
My wings are spread, here I fly,
The sun is out and I can feel the wind
I am the predator, I have you pinned.

The horizon is bleak and the dark is near
I hunt my prey in which they fear.
A kind soul born to be free
Lonely at heart when the creatures flee.

I see the world from up above
The Humans living & looking for love.
Those magical feelings that will make them fly
We’re not so different; we’re just passing time by.

Whoever you are, we all have a heartbeat
Memories and dreams we need to repeat,
Sometimes people just need to see
The spiral of life that they cannot flee.

Don’t let your darkness hide the light
We still have a chapter to write,
Just relax and close your eyes
And channel the wisdom in the skies.


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Save me a seat

Save me a seat

When I’m no longer here,

I’ll be at your graduation

Listen close, and you’ll hear me cheer.

Save me a seat

At your wedding,

I’ll be guiding you down the aisle

And on the path you’re heading.

Save me a seat

At your dinner events,

I’ll be celebrating beside you

Whilst you open your presents.

Save me a seat

Wherever you may be,

Because I’ll will always be here

Saving you a seat next to me.


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Mr time

He is judging me
The man called time,
Waving his hands at me
Because he’s holding mine.
Moving the dials forward
He will not go back,
The only time I see the past
Is through the flashbacks.
I can hear him calling me
Through the clocks,
His messages are coded
Into the ticks and tocks.
Time is like a maze
It doesn’t freeze,
So many dead ends
Without any keys.
Those dials of his
Want me to break,
As they never give time
They always take.


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Red is the smell of strawberries

And the feeling of surprise,

Red is the scent in the earthy soil

And the blood flowing behind our eyes.

Our first main chakra is called the root

Associated with the colour red,

It’s our foundation to life

Which highlights all the fears we’ve fed.

Red is the vitality

That keeps us alive,

The strength of our instincts

Embedded, in the stop signs.

Red is our connection to Earth

Connecting Earths iron core to the iron in our blood,

It’s our survival in life and the question of

Whether we should.

Red is the aroma of cinnamon

And the taste of the juicy pomegranate seeds,

It holds the essence of Christmas

As the colour associates with sugary greed.

Red is the colour of addiction

And life’s temptations.

The feeling of pain and agony

From boiling inflammations.

Red is an alertness

That gives us fight,

It’s the first colour we see as child

And the last to leave our sight.

Red is the colour of healing

With infrared gifted by the Sun,

It’s an ability activated by our hands

When there’s healing to be done.

Red is there to ground us

Our instinctual guide

It’s one of the Suns three primary colours

And with these three, every colour is supplied.


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Inking agony

Paper can’t handle
The ink that I spill,
There’s a curse hidden
Behind my quill.
Letters turn to acid
Paper to ash,
The alphabet cries
When emotions clash.
My writing is messy
There is no design,
I don’t fix in any box
Or in-between the lines.
When it comes to art
You must give insanity,
As poetic truths
Are inked with agony.


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Two night owls- Short story

Last night started out bleak. I was tossing and turning and counting the sheep. It wasn’t the first time, nor the last. The clock struck midnight and time was passing fast. “A cup of tea,” of course. I knew the caffeine wouldn’t help. Inside, I screamed, but all I did was let out a welp.

You see, night times were the times of inspiration and promise. The stars were shining, and at the midnight hour, my emotions were the most honest. I gave up and accepted creative defeat. The barn called me, and I had a painting to complete. I climbed into my slippers and rolled on my dressing gown and headed next door, to the place where I expressed all my ups and downs. I tied my long blonde hair into a bun and set out on my way for some creative fun.

The bats were out in solitude as the moonlight grazed the grass fields, highlighting their food. I remember the cold frost approaching over the distance, I felt the hesitation in me and my body’s resistance. I needed to sleep, but how? I when the inspiration ran too deep? I was never built for 9–5 living, when the nocturnal creature that is me was unforgiving. I knew I’d be tired when my alarm would awake me from my slumbers, “screw the system! it’s nothing but words and numbers”.

My creativity was real, my art was my expression, and the paintings and colours knew me without question. The barn was my emotional outlet, where I had spent many nights. My emotions were part of the woodwork, and my energy was embedded in the lights. I headed through the barn door and let out a shiver. There were holes in the roof, so the cold flooded in like a river. I threw a load of wood onto the log burner and hoped for the best. After about 10 minutes of waiting, the flames began, and with that light came a glimpse of an intriguing guest.

Our guest was white with brown wings. Its yellow eyes reflecting with the flames, it had a half-eaten mouse in front of him, from his hunting games. It was a barn owl, so alert and full of patience. We both looked at each other curiously. It seemed unbothered by my presence. It had found a home in the corner of my old bookcase. The doors had fallen off. It was on my list to be restored, but I was having trouble finding time due to the whole rat-race. “What should I call you?” I whispered into the dark space, “My name is Mary. It’s okay, you are safe. ”

An opportunity hit me. I had a volunteer from whom I would draw. It would be like my life-drawing classes, except this model followed nature’s law. I scurried around, and gathered my pencils. The night had delivered me so much potential. I set up my easel with fresh paper on display, and began drawing that magnificent creature. I didn’t want the moment to drift away.

I sketched the outline of its brown wings and a thought crossed my mind. Was the creature alone or did it live with its kind? Would more arrive? Their hunt would be over soon, as we wave our goodbyes to the twilight moon. It’s curious how we project our own instincts onto other creatures. Do they need love or warmth? Are they hungry? I guess we are always learning because nature will always be our greatest teacher.

The owl became my inspiration, and it didn’t even know, how its appearance activated my creative flow. Its brown, beautiful wings and a pure white head and chest, with reflective eyes and an ivory-coloured beak, nestle beautifully in my creative nest. My home will always be yours as we share this planet together, because these moments are worth a thousand treasures.

My eyes watched in awe as it devoured its prey. I wasn’t bothered that it was moving. I’m just glad it didn’t fly away. After 3 hours of silence and utter concentration, the drawing was finally complete, I turned and showed it the image, and it jumped full stretch to its feet. I thought it was out of please. I guess I was a bit forthcoming and put the little creature at unease. “It’s okay, I just wanted you to see. How beautiful you are to me. We have more in common than you think. We are both night owls, and our body clocks are probably quite in sync. I’ll leave this image here because we both need to rest, and if you are here tomorrow, then I’ll be truly blessed. ”

I left the barn beaming with glee at how this little owl drew such happiness from me. Just one interaction can widen your view as the magic of life can appear, out of the blue. I made my way to bed, no longer worried about sleep, as the relaxation in my veins ran so deep. I had 5 hours until my alarm chimes. That’s plenty of time, because the memories are embedded in a melody of rhyme.


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The illusion of separation

We are dreaming because a lot of people are still sleeping. When we look at the world, it’s full of wonder and beauty. However, it’s also full of illusions, an illusion that many are still sleeping in. This illusion is called ‘separation’. To wake up is to see beyond the illusion which requires light (awareness). Below are some examples of what causes separation from ourselves, the world, and our true nature.

  • Violence
  • Hatred
  • Ego
  • Discrimination
  • Duality (opposites)
  • War
  • Greed
  • Pride
  • Identity
  • Roles
  • Hierarchies
  • Material world
  • Possessions

Depression and anxiety are not the problems. You see, depression is a way of telling our bodies that our minds and hearts are somewhere they don’t belong. It’s separation from the world and our true calling that causes depression, because deep down, we all just want to go home. That home is already here. We just need to remove the layers of separation that prevent us from experiencing and living freely. Shadow work can help remove the layers of separation.

We see separation mostly commonly through the media and news. It’s driven by separation. You see, if we all got along perfectly, then we would work together in unity and oneness. We would no longer need the governments or any leaders. They are supposed to be the middle ground, creating the balancing and teaching us the understanding to be the best we can be. However, they are not preventing balance; they are teaching separation. They are not a good example of leadership. Even governments are separated by their own parities,of left and right views.

We can all view the same picture. No one will experience the picture the same way. However, we can agree on a balanced understanding of what that picture means. This is called an alignment, and each day we are aligning with oneness and unity. Just as the sun and stars align. We are synchronising with our true purpose. The world may feel like it’s getting worse when, in fact, the veil (illusion) is fading, and more people are awakening. Turning off your television and media channels helps your mind to become clear and to see past the illusion of conditioning. It allows your true self to shine through. We disconnect from the illusion to reconnect to our true purpose.

Conditioning is a strange concept. It’s strange because everything in the universe and on this planet, even ourselves, is naturally unconditioned. Conditioning is something created to control. An example of this is our food and land. We have an abundance of food and land that the governments have taken from us to sell back to us. This is controlled conditioning. The conditioning sends people to work to earn money to buy food, land, houses, and freedom. Therefore, they create an illusion.

The planet and universe gave us everything, even the freedom to travel. The freedom to travel has become conditioned by passports and now vaccinations. The freedom to sleep where you choose is conditioned by who owns the land. The illusion that we own possessions. We can’t take anything with us when we die except our spirits. How much time and value have you given to nurturing and understanding your own spirit? The unconditional love that comes with living is conditioned by how much money, skin colour, gender, attractiveness, etc. a person has. Is it the conditioning that humans are the priority species? How many times do we hear about other species on the news? How much effort do we put into maintaining the diversity of species? Very little, because we have been divided by our own diversity as humans. We’ve been blinded by the illusion of conditioning. The universe is infinite, as are we. We are unconditioned beings. If there is a restriction on loving yourself and others unconditionally, then you have been conditioned to think and behave a certain way. Remove the conditioning and you’ll find freedom. Remove the conditioning and there wouldn’t be any discrimination to begin with. All that would remain is unconditional love and acceptance for all.

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I live in a masterpiece

An absolute work of art,

Beauty is everywhere

Created from the Universes heart.

From the gravitation of the stars

And the vibration of tunes,

Love is everywhere

Thanks to the Sun & Moon.

Life is a dance of frequencies

A painting with every colour,

With shines, glimmers and twinkles.

Existence is a creativity like no other.

There’s a magic within

Energy is all around,

From the atoms and cells

To the dust on the ground.

Life is a blueprint of love

Every speck holds the secrets

Whispering into the ethers,

Listen close, can you hear it?

The spiral of life deepens

With the sacred geometry,

An art piece without an end

An art piece of infinite quality.

The universes unique architecture

In which everything aligns

From the detail of a snowflake

To a stars design.

I live in a fairy-tale

A true masterpiece of art,

From the life I experience

To what I feel in my heart.

I’ve found my place in the world

I am in sync,

I love Earth with all my being

This is how I think.

As child I observed

Through innocent eyes,

The soul is connected

and true love never dies.


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If time vanishes
Then I want you to know,
How the light stays
Just to watch you grow.
If your flame goes out
Please never worry,
It will return for those
Who are ready.
Open your heart
To unconditional love
Have faith in yourself
And the stars above.
We are all connected
Everything is already here,
Trust the divine plan
When it disappears.
There are lessons
To help you find your way,
Open your heart & mind
Trust, everything will be okay.


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The Abyss of Alice – Short story

It was a snowy Friday night and the clock had struck midnight. I sat on my balcony ledge admiring the undisturbed snow blanketing the street. I had such a temptation to run through the snow and leave a trail of snow angels. However, I was too captivated by the stars who were gracing the world with their presence. The moment was breath-taking, just like a scene from a movie. A moment that I did not want to end. The temperature of the air had reached its freezing point and the cold shivered down into my core. I decided to take a selfie for my followers, attempting to capture as much of the background as my lens could hold. I was foolish and I leant too far and lost balance. “Shit,” I said with panic, trying to catch the ledge. The catch was unsuccessful and I fell from the balcony.

The fall felt like I had been falling over and over again for an eternity. There was no adrenaline, just silence and a state of shock. My limbs were frozen. I could not scream or blink. The more I fell, the colder and darker my surroundings became. It felt like I was dissolving into the nothingness over and over again. There was an anticipation of impact which took forever to reach. However, the impact of a hard ground did not arrive as I had expected. Instead, I was greeted with the whiplash of water that would be scarred into my memories for lifetimes. I had crashed into an abyss. The water engulfed me and I was pulled under. I tried to swim up, but my clothes were so heavy. The water was ice cold and the current was strong. I could not see how far under the surface I had sunk. It was hard to grasp any stability in the commotion. I tossed my arms and flapped my legs until breaking point managing to make my way to the surface. As soon as my face felt the brisk air, I breathed in all the oxygen my lungs could hold and exhaled in horror at my surroundings.

There was nothing in my sight. No sky, no horizon, no snow and no walls. Just pitch-black darkness. I was looking for something, anything to hold onto, but there was no hope. There was no light except I could see the water surface glistening. I couldn’t figure out how it was glistening. Was I hallucinating? I couldn’t feel the ground beneath my feet, just the current spinning me in circles. The confusion and disorientation was kicking in fast. “‘Help, help,'” I screamed. My voice echoed and echoed into the distance. The space surrounding me was utterly silent. Not the type of silence you hear in the still of the night. The type of silence that drowns you in the sound of your heart thudding. I didn’t know what to do. My situation was surreal and overwhelming. My heart was racing and anxiety took over and a lifetime of tears poured from me.

Each tear drop turned into a river, flooding the water further. I tried to stop crying, but I couldn’t. The tears just kept pouring out of me. I was floating in an ocean of my own tears. My cry bounced from silence to silence, echoing into screams of pain. My tear drops began to freeze the water surrounding me. Waves were frozen within a ripple of time. I could feel the ice seeping into the cracks of my skin. I was becoming one with the abyss. I had given into a lifetime of heartache, fear and escape. I had no fight left in me. I had wasted my fight on people less deserving. I had saved no strength for my own survival. The dark ocean’s lure was consuming me. My hands started to ice over. The blood pumping in my veins was slowing. “Was this it?” I shuddered. Would I become frozen in time? Never to be seen again. Would those that I left behind remember me? Was I worth remembering? The more I thought, the faster I froze over. In both life and death, I had grown cold, and the cracks were exposed. Was I already dead?

At one moment, I thought I heard someone shout my name. “Alice, Alice”. Then it happened again, “Alice, Alice,” but this time it was louder. ‘I did hear someone shout my name’. My lips were too frozen to shout back. Could someone save me? Just as hope arrived, everything went dark. There was no more cold or darkness, just peace. An overwhelming warmth rushed through my core. A light flashed through my gaze and familiar voices were talking around me. I could hear my partner James. He was on the phone to someone explaining how he had found me in the pool beneath our balcony. He was sobbing uncontrollably. I just wanted to cry with him. He went on to say that I was 3 days into a coma with a serious head injury and a broken leg. I had fallen onto the roof of the conservatory. The fall left me unconscious almost immediately as I whacked my head on a lower ledge. I slid down the roof and flew off the side and broke my leg by clipping the side of the pool with great impact. James heard the thuds and splashes and came running to my rescue. The paramedics managed to resuscitate me twice before arriving at the hospital. All of this because of one selfie. One selfie nearly cost me my life. One selfie that would later cost me my sanity.


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Little prince Olly – Short story

Short story I wrote for a children’s book.

Little prince Olly

Just could not sleep,

He cuddled his blanket

and even tried counting sheep.

Little prince Olly

Decided to go for a walk,

The house was sleeping

Even the dog would not talk.

Little prince Olly

Decided to explore the grounds,

He got scared by the creaky floors

And all the squeaky sounds.

Little Prince Olly

Tried to pour a drink,

But the milk bottle slipped

And milk spilled all over the sink!

Little Prince Olly

Opened Mummy & Daddy’s door,

He laughed out loud

When he heard Daddies, almighty snore.

Little Prince Olly

Crawled into Mummy & Daddies bed,

He closed his eyes & fell asleep

As soon as the pillow touched his head.


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I am very similar

To my porcelain skin,

Smooth on the surface

Yet hollow within.

If you look closely

You can trace the tracks,

Of this worn exterior

That has started to crack.

As the world ticks

And steals my tocks,

I’m swimming in a sea

With a pocket of rocks.

I’m strong & sturdy

Yet a fragile little thing,

My strength is carried

On my broken wings.

With pale white skin

and bright red lips,

I’m the doll you comfort

In your fingertips.

Just one last drop

and I will fail to exist,

As my history will scatter

Into a porcelain mist.


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Shape Of Growth

I followed my dreams
They led me to you,
Over the dark forest
Beyond the castle view.
When I asked for a sign
It spelled out my name,
Burning into my mind
Like fire to a flame.
When I searched for love
I was handed a mirror,
I needed to love myself
To see things clearer.
When I chased freedom
I lost touch with reality,
Shaping myself was vital
Discovery was the key.
The answers appeared
Knowledge had to be earned.
I found myself embedded
In the lessons I had learned.


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Why a vegan diet is becoming more important for our survival.

Ignorance is bliss until our ignorance pays the price. Saving ourselves isn’t a crime, and changing our beliefs is simply waking up from the false education of the “sales” system. We worry about taking action on our diets initially, as it requires change and learning. Rather than focusing on what we have to lose, let’s focus on what we have to gain. I’m here to give a brief overview of why meat, dairy, and fish are no longer required. Once we have learned and felt the difference between what a plant-based diet offers, there’s no going back.

Once you understand the great effect veganism has on the body and the planet, there’s no going back. For those that require scientific-backed evidence, there are some documentaries at the end of this article that expose the meat, fish, and dairy industries and the deterrent effects of consumption.

Waking up to our diets means understanding that we don’t need meat to survive. Human bodies are naturally adapted to a plant-based diet. Animals eat the plants to gain nutrients, then humans eat the meat to absorb the second-hand nutrients the animals have digested. So, why do we eat animals for nutrients when we can get the nutrients from their source? The biggest lie that the meat industry spreads, which I even fell for, was that vitamin b12 can only be eaten by consuming animals and dairy. For those that don’t know, vitamin b12 is essentially bacteria from soil. Animals eat grass and soil, and the bacteria ingested is vitamin B12. However, animals themselves don’t consume vitamin B12 in the meat industry unless they are bred organically. How many of us buy organic dairy and meat? Animals are injected with vitamin B12 due to pesticides, chlorinated water, and health standards intervening. If plants and fruit were grown naturally without pesticides and tainted water, we could get vitamin B12 from the dirt on the food.

Industries have become obsessed with cleanliness which isn’t natural. A lot of animals are injected with hormones, antibiotics, and unnatural chemicals just to meet food standards. So, we are filling our bodies with more than just meat. We are filling our bodies with second-hand nutrients, harmful chemicals, medications, and unnatural hormones. If humans were designed to eat fish, we would have been born in the ocean with gills and fins to help us hunt.

Humans are not the superior species. This idea that we are has created an imbalance on the planet. Wildlife is starving because of human greed and desires. Furthermore, scientists are pulling fish out of the water and finding a high level of class A drugs, plastics, radiation and hormones in their systems due to water pollution and human destruction. Anything that pollutes the water is absorbed by the fish we are consuming. The biggest causes of water pollution are plastics, microplastics, and synthetics.

For those that understand energy and vibrations, foods vibrate at different levels. Meat vibrates at low levels compared to fruit and vegetables, which vibrate at higher levels. Everything we eat is an energy and cellular exchange, so we are what we eat. If we replace our high-vibrational energy and cells in the long term, with lower vibrational energy and cells, it’s going to suppress, depress and make us ill. When our awareness and vibrations increase, our bodies will generally start moving towards the foods that match our vibrations. As our awareness and compassion for our life grows, we may naturally gravitate toward fruits and vegetables.

If you would like to understand more surrounding the meat, fish, and dairy industries and the effect on our bodies and the planet, then there are a number of beneficial shows on Netflix that have scientific studies and backed-up evidence below.

Netflix shows 1- Game changers 2- What the health. 3- Cowspiracy 4- Seaspiracy 5- Kiss the ground.

I’ve spoken about what we are actually consuming. This is only the basics of the problem. It’s bigger than you and me. The damage caused by farming each year has a giant impact on climate change (human consumption) and other species. The main reason why the information is not in the public domain is that the governments and industries are too afraid to lose money, but most importantly, they are afraid to admit they were wrong. Years ago, the tobacco industry bragged about how beneficial tobacco products were until the truth came out. This is what’s happening in today’s world with meat and dairy. The truth is being revealed. The balance of our own bodies and the planet lies in our actions. When we consume more than what’s required or consume something that isn’t required, it creates an imbalance elsewhere. In this case, the imbalance is all around us in the world, and for some of us, the imbalance is in our bodies.

We need to ask ourselves the question. Suppose we had to go out and hunt for our own food. Could we? Or is it the convenience of someone slaughtering on our behalf that allows us to consume meat? Where’s the fairness in that? There is a wide community of vegans that can help newcomers adjust. The greatest myth about veganism is that everything tastes bland. We are opening our palettes to a whole range of new and incredible flavours and tastes. Our shopping bills and chances of illness decrease massively. We need to educate ourselves on the new knowledge that has arisen. If we had all the information, then we could make a clear judgement on what is best for us. Don’t wait for the governments and news to educate you. They won’t risk the hole in their pockets. Get ahead of the game and embrace change, because one day the effects will be like the effects of smoking. They were once hailed as being good for us until people woke up.

“It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is most adaptable to change.”

Charles Darwin 1809 – 1882

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Consumerism is the virus

Consumerism is the virus

When we are young, our minds are led by society, and we become conditioned to live a certain way because of the education system. Seeing past the illusion of life helps us become our true selves. The system has misled the world into believing that we need to consume to fulfil us, either because it will make us happier or because everyone else has it “the trend.” We believe this behaviour is okay, because “everyone does it.” Instead, it created a void inside us, a false identity. This false identity led us away from our true nature. Instead of creating an advanced world, we ended up with divisions, negativity, and an illusion of what life should be.

When we overconsume and take more than we need, this not only creates an imbalance in the world, but it also creates an imbalance in ourselves. We have been programmed by marketing, sales, social media, and ads every day to consume more. Why? Because the system is reliant on us to line its pockets. When we feed that consumption, we teach our minds and bodies that when we are feeling down, we should feed it with, food, drugs, work, money, soulmates, sex, stimulants, technology, drink, Amazon packages, medications, knowledge, and many more. This creates addictions, a false sense of worth, and unhealthy habits.

We live in a society of avoidance and greed. We do it guilt-free because ignorance is bliss. This desire to consume creates a separation from nature. We end up destroying acres of land and oceans through consumption. We end up competing for more, sacrificing more, risking more, and losing more of ourselves in the process. The void within us will never be satisfied or fooled, but it can be healed.

It is nature that pays the cost, and that cost will swing back around. We have been given too much choice and access to nature’s resources without calculating the consequences. One species should not take priority over the rest. All species play an equal role in sustaining the eco-system; we were not created for a government system. Hence why so many people are waking up.

The greatest antidote is becoming aware of our own consumption and self-medicating habits, the methods the system uses to increase spending, the ads and marketing that mislead us, and the impact of our individual imbalance on the planet. Awareness of what we actually need to make it through the day as opposed to taking what we want Awareness of the methods we use to justify the need to consume.

Climate change is nothing more than human greed. We’ve taken more resources than we should and now the planet is adapting for it’s own survival.

“It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is most adaptable to change.”

Charles Darwin 1809 – 1882

We change the world by being the change. We can’t wait for the system to teach us to change. While the system generates revenue, there will be no change because the “economy” is the greatest fabrication ever. It is up to us to exchange selfishness for selflessness. There is an invisible energy that connects all life, so you are never truly alone. When we change, a shift begins in that energy. Every day, more people are abandoning this antiquated system and waking up to the illusion. You can be part of the solution; all you need to choose is healing. We don’t fill the void; we heal it by removing the need to feed it. Change your desire for peace. Choose life instead of death. Swap ignorance for awareness. It’s time to evolve.

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Spectrum of dreams

In a land of dreams
Time doesn’t bend,
Crossing dimensions
Chasing worlds end.
Follow the secret garden
Down into an abyss,
The silence dissolves
Into the noise you miss.
Through deathly hollows
In-between the gargoyles,
You’ll find the doorways
To a realm of royals.
Go beyond existence
The moon is possessed,
In an open garden
Where the comets rest.
Follow the spectrum
Into the night sky,
Merge with the dimensions
Hidden behind the eye.


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Time for a treat..

Lets straighten things out
On crispy white sheets,
It’s been a long time coming
We’re in need of a treat.
Draw the curtains
We’ll be here for weeks,
Learning each others bodies
And the way they speak.
Don’t hold back
Lock the door,
My body screams for you,
I’m in need of more.
Like two magnets,
We face the attraction
Drawing each other closer
For immense satisfaction.


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Earth is my home

My home is a beautiful planet called Earth

from the warmth of nature

to the cold brisk of the morning frost,

home is a lifetime of memories

that Earth provides me without a cost.

Home is the grass swaying in the meadows

and the gravity grounding me to every moment

with an open garden to explore,

my home is a sacred treasure

and the secrets are embedded in my core.

Home is my family of millions of species

from the slithering snakes

to the buzzing bees,

home is a miracle I call life

which whispers to me through the oceans & trees.

A house is a place I treat with utter care

from the décor and the cleaning

with walls and structures, I protect

All provided to me by the very Earth

I water with my gratitude & respect.

My home isn’t a place or a person

it’s a miracle called Earth

a blessing that provides all my needs

with soil filled with unconditional love

it’s a home planted into every seed.


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Depression became my teacher.

Depression taught me that I didn’t actually want to die, but I wanted to kill something inside of me. I love this World, all the trees, flowers and animals. I wanted to escape the system and the situation I was trapped in. The only way I could was changing my mind frame and the way I see this World. Now I live for all the animals, trees, oceans, skies, because this world is more beautiful and important than anything and it needs people to care. We just need to learn to connect to something that is real and natural. Our relationship with this World, nature and the universe is real. The interconnectedness of life is always there and regardless how alone we may feel at times, we are never truly alone. The illusion and conditioning we live in is false and that’s what your mind is escaping from. Our minds, body, emotions and spirit know the raw nature of ourselves and it’s trying to teach us the unconditional.

If you are in a state of depression, please don’t let it defeat you. Give yourself a break and allow love to guide you. Find that spark within yourself and if you need help remember you are never truly alone. Every one of us is connected and there’s a light always guiding you. Sometimes it just takes a deep breath and courage to take a step forward and eventually you’ll learn how to run again. Connect to something real. This world won’t give up on us so please don’t give up on yourself. Ask the light to help and it will teach you. You’ve got this.


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What is shadow work?

What is the shadow?

When we look up at the night sky, we see space, the moon, stars, planets, matter, etc., all working together in perfect harmony as one. There is no separation. The separation we feel from the world and the universe is because there’s separation in us, which is known as our shadow. Shadow work helps you awaken. It’s about going through the un-awakened part of yourself which contains, ego, separation, unhealed trauma, illusion, delusions and conditioning and awakening to the truth. The more you clear the shadow, the more self-aware you become. The more self-aware you become the more aware you are of everything around you. It aids you in becoming one with all. The shadow works as a wall that prevents our energy from moving freely and aligning to our authentic path. 

What is shadow work?

Shadow work teaches us to accept, acknowledge, and leave behind in our lives what no longer serves us, such as: separation, evil, negativity, hate, anger, violence, drama, ego, fear, illusion the past and the conditioning of the system. It no longer serves us as we are evolving beyond duality and this 3d reality. We are now in an age where we are embracing true oneness and we are returning to our true nature of oneness. Shadow work requires discipline and you set the pace and path. No two journeys are the same, so don’t worry if someone is doing it differently. All rivers lead to the ocean. Trust yourself and your gut. Your being will not throw you into the deep end. It will take you through healing on the level you are able to understand. There will be challenges but It will help make you stronger. Your shadow is filled with your perspective, beliefs and separations on life. When we look at everything around us, we don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.

The process of shadow work is called “self-reflection.” We dig into the parts of ourselves that are unhealed, such as, traumas, reactions, relationships, and how our behaviour affects ourselves and others in our everyday lives.

Why do we do shadow work?

We heal these aspects of our being because they no longer serve or align with our higher state of being, the person we’re becoming, or the selfless person we want to be. To simplify it further, we are evolving. To heal, we must face why they were inside us to begin with. You’ll go through many emotions, but you’ll feel lighter and lighter the more you leave your remove the layers from your ego. To access the light inside us we must remove the barriers. Although it may not feel like it at times, shadow work is an extremely rewarding process. Shadow work is a process we do individually. However, you are not alone. There are many people on this planet going through the same process. The universal life force energy is within you and around you. We all arrive at the same place, Oneness. The more we evolve the more we evolve into higher vibrations and frequencies. We leave this 3D world behind and move in 5D (new earth).

The methods:

Meditation is probably the best. Or, for a beginner, mirror work. Look through a mirror. First ask yourself what the person in the mirror needs. A hug, a friendly smile, love, cheering up? What you need generally shows the areas that need improvement. Then have a look at your negative reactions and presence in life. Are you short-tempered? Do you have jealously in you? Are you selfish? Why are you easily angered, etc.? What are the triggers? And keep digging deeper with the questions until you get to the root of the cause and find closure. Then ask yourself, what separates you from others and remove the ideas of separation. That’s how we heal. We bring all the negative and unhealed parts of ourselves to the surface and process them through emotions. For those that like writing a journal may be beneficial in documenting your experience.

There may be past experiences in life, such as abuse, violence, childhood trauma, and relationships, which will be a similar process. What if another person, such as a parent or an ex-lover, was involved? The answer is easy. Do not read into their negativity. You are not responsible for another’s actions. Their negativity is no longer your negativity. Their separation does not separate you. Their actions are not your burden to carry. Just focus on the closure and healing you need to leave the experience behind. It is hard to forgive the person. However, forgiveness is the greatest way to heal from another’s actions. If we continue blaming, hating, and reliving the experience, then those emotions will always be present in us therefore, we are only punishing ourselves by holding on. Forgiving someone is forgiving the unhealed parts of that person. If they ever enter into shadow work, they too will need to relive their actions. That itself deserves forgiveness for them and yourself to move forward. 

After you’ve faced a negative part of yourself, Go for a positive, such as happiness, and find the things that make you happy. It helps to keep us balanced throughout the process. It also teaches us the importance of self-love, and self-care. We don’t leave positive emotions behind. We wouldn’t want anyone to take our happiness away. So why would we take it away from ourselves? We all love positivity, such as happiness, love, peace, kindness, etc. It helps us see through new eyes. We just remove the negativity that blocks our positive perceptions of ourselves and the world.

When we enter a shadow part of ourselves, we tend to look back through our lives. It’s important to not become fixated on the past. The positive helps us become present in the moment.

The more shadow you leave behind, the more you ascend beyond duality. There can’t be opposites when we are one. The world will look less fearful and more beautiful. By changing our perspective, we can change the world. By healing ourselves we heal everything around us. It’s easy to become drawn into shadow work and aligning with our higher self. However, living every day to the fullest is equally important. Our mental, physical, spiritual (energy) and emotional states play a vital role in balancing us in our lives. Good luck on healing.

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Inhale me

Feel the curves
Of my existence.
Exhale my name
In anticipation.
Taste me,
Without any resistance.
Use your tongue
To talk to my flesh.
Conquer me
With your seduction.
Break me down
Into a single molecule,
And absorb all of me.
Be the poetry
To my blank page.


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The human body is a miracle

With healing magic within,

The chakras are just as important

As our eyes and skin.

It starts with discovery

Of deep meditations,

We learn more about ourselves

And the human foundations.

We should have been taught

From early childhood,

Of the power of connection

To generate a world of good.

Consciousness is awakening

The more we are understanding,

Ancient knowledge is inside us

A grand scale of evolution is returning.

The light is switched on

Unconditional love is spreading,

More contagious than a virus

A new era is forming.

We shape our reality

Through the dimensions,

Earth is our home

And healing is our intention.

The universe is ingeniously designed

We’re embedded in the architecture,

We’ve been given the tools

It’s time for us to paint the picture.

Nothing is separate

Everything is connected,

Our lives are the blueprint

Of a universe perfected.


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Don’t worry my child

Everything heals within time,

It may take patience

And a little rhyme.

From a shattered heart

To a lost mind,

Nothing is ever permanent

We can leave it behind.

Sometimes it takes courage

To move along,

Dance the rhythm of life

Through the magic of song.

You are the light

At the end of your tunnel,

It can be sparked with a smile

Or even a cuddle.

Hold on for today

Tomorrow will be better,

You can take on any storm

And change the weather.

You are brave

And beautifully designed

Praise how far you’ve come

Take a breath and unwind.


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Sound and vibrations
The force of resonance waves,
Connect our past, present & future
In this spectacular age.
When an event is profound
It can shock us to our core,
The waves are felt through timelines
And open up conscious doors.
The event may not have happened
It’s connected to our intuition
We feel something in our senses
Part of our extrasensory cognition.
The natural connection of humans
Is to the universe & planet,
Strip away anything systematic
Connect to Earth’s enchantment.
At some point in our lives
We all felt that we were born for more,
The secrets were never hidden
They are embedded in your core.
Everything is evolving
We’re all becoming more aware,
Journeying onto our authentic paths
Welcome to the age of repair.


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I’m filled with balance
And unconditional love,
With gratitude for Earth
And the sky up above.
The night sky lights
My mind with wonders,
As the stars radiate
The universes colours.
I appreciate all I have
I’ll never need more,
My body is healthy
My mind is an open door.
The key to happiness
Is the way we think,
Positive thoughts help us rise
Negative thoughts help us sink.
Self-love is a powerful tool
It connects us to how we feel,
Take time out for yourself
Use your energy to heal.
There is an unconditional love
Earth gives us everyday,
Be thankful for nature
Allow love to light the way.


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Colour is linked to my emotions
It is my second heartbeat,
The ink feels like passion
The shades taste bittersweet.
Merging with my eyes
Connecting to my veins,
The pigments ignite my blood
The spectrums numb the pain.
Colour speaks my language
Through a palette deep inside,
Mixing saturations of glitter
Exploding when paints collide.
The rainbow that is me
Is captured by the light,
With a kaleidoscope of colour
I am more than black and white.
Iridescence is the abyss of my soul
Mixed with the hues of time,
Highlighting the dark corners
In a chroma of endless rhymes.


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Stag doodle


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The labyrinth

I close my eyes & I begin to dream
Only to be awoken by echoing screams,
A maze of paths & endless patterns
“Holy fuck” how did this happen?

I drift around there’s no way out
Barely can see, I panic & shout
Menacing roars from far ahead
It knows I’m here & it needs to be fed.

I run around it’s a lot to apprehend
Paths lead to nowhere except dead ends,
The pattern is complex, I’m not going to lie
I’m scared I’m lost & I don’t want to die.

Instincts surge and logic appears
I’ll find the centre, everything is clear
I’ll obtain a key to open this door
With the courage to slay a Minotaur.

Starting to wish I listened to my teacher
How did Theseus kill this creature?
No time to think, the roars get closer
I stumble & fall, “shit”
Into the Minotaurs enclosure.

I can feel it with me, I’m fully aware
It’s sizing me up, I feel its stare
Creeping out of the dark into my space
I nearly collapsed it has the same face.

Everything is clear the maze is my head
The fear I carry keeps this monster fed,
I’m to face myself if I want to be free
I’m the only one that’s holding the key.


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Intellectual orgasm

Make love to my mind
Go down on my thoughts,
Fill my imagination
With electric shots.
Fall into my dreams
Tease my perception,
Infect me with words
With a lethal injection.
Present me with lessons
Feed every greedy hole,
Tempt my curious mind
Taste my hungry soul.
Spread your fire
Cover me in passion
Bring more than physical
To an intellectual orgasm.


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Beyond twlight

I’m a rouge star dancing
In the specks of dust,
Weaving a vortex
Of cosmic lust.
Spectrums of color
Shape into vibrant streams,
Molding particles of glitter
Into artistic dreams.
A nectar of magic merges
With my ember of hope,
Forming a single moment
Through a kaleidoscope.
Golden rivers dissolve
Into angelic wings,
Showering the planets
In a blanket of rings.
The Universe beams
Radiating lights,
As shades of wonder
Expose the night.
Rainbows of hope fuse
With the stratosphere,
leaving their mark
As my star engineer.
The echoes wave
Into the twilight hours,
As the Sun whispers
Goodnight my flowers.


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I’m starting to fade
Into the light,
Orbs of me drift
Into the night.
I find myself
Amongst the stars,
Shooting brightly
But not that far.
I’m in your sight
Not in your reach,
Spreading magic
In what I teach.
I’m floating high
In addictive lust,
Scattering myself
Into stardust.


via Stardust

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The Labyrinth (5D)

I close my eyes & lucid dream
Only to ascend into golden streams,
A maze of paths & endless patterns
So many spirals, how did this happen?

I drift around in all this awe
With hidden knowledge, I can’t ignore
Removing the blocks, lifting the veil
Holy fuck ‘we are the Holy grail’

This nothingness is a lot to apprehend
My mind explodes as I transcend,
Euphoria grabs hold & I’m not going to lie
I’m in sync with all, I can almost fly.

Frequency surges and codes appears
Spreading the light, everything is clear
We’ll share our love to open this door
And face a beauty like never before.

Never wished to become a teacher
With ‘love & balance’ to every creature
Open your mind & escape this World
Lose the ego, and then rebuild.

At one with all, I’m fully aware
Consciousness has stripped me bare,
I lost my mind somewhere in Space
The Universe exposed my truest face.

With a system drilled into our heads
Designed to keep the mind fed,
We’re to break away and finally be free
It’s time to awaken, you are the key.


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Soul engineer

Fix your body
Against my heart,
Let your hands wander
Writing passion
With thoughts of art.
Design my dreams
Caress my flaws,
Let my body sync
In time with yours.
Leave your love
Pressed on my lips,
Thrust your desire
Through my hips.
Breathe in my hope
Structure my fears,
Leave your mark
As my soul engineer.

via Soul engineer

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Perfect imperfection

I’ve never been perfect

I’m just perfectly flawed,

With broken edges

That are curved & broad.

I’ve been ripped apart

Only to be stitched,

Sewn with resilience

And a little added bitch.

I’m a cocktail of disaster

A messed-up recipe,

With a teaspoon of spice

And a dash of profanity.

Just like a hurricane

I’m beautiful to view,

I’m just not a storm

You want to get sucked into.

I’m an alphabet of song

With infinite meanings,

Turning letters into words

To ignite your feelings.

With a life forged

Full of transformation

I became perfect

A perfect imperfection


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Colours can bleed
Colours can cry,
They fade away
But they never die.
There’s dark & light
Purple or golden,
Associated with life
& different emotion.
Choose a colour
To match your soul,
Would it be vibrant
Or as black as coal?
Mix the colours
That others will see,
Show them the spectrum
Of what you can be.


via Spectrum

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Shape Of Growth

I followed my dreams
They led me to you,
Over the dark forest
Beyond the castle view.
When I asked for a sign
It spelled out my name,
Burning into my mind
Like fire to a flame.
When I searched for love
I was handed a mirror,
I needed to love myself
To see things clearer.
When I chased freedom
I lost touch with reality,
Shaping myself was vital
Discovery was the key.
The answers appeared
Knowledge had to be earned.
I found myself embedded
In the lessons I had learned.


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Soul letter

The alphabet fluctuates
From letters to emotion,
As we embed our passions
On pages forever frozen.
We string text together
And give it a meaning,
Then we open our souls
To a dictionary of feelings.
Rhymes become inked
With broken hearts,
For the bleeding poetry
To be called art.
Words become characters
As we make them whole,
We fill letters with ideas
And words with soul.


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I cast my eyes
Beneath the veil,
And witnessed the truth
Of the forbidden grail.
Travelling through time
On a magical carpet ride,
Watching the Planets form
And the asteroids collide.
Like Alice in wonderland
My sanity has ended,
As I escaped this realm
With a soul transcended.


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We prepare ourselves
For our next life,
With tests and trials
That we barely survive.
Our kindness & warmth
Is to lead the way,
And open the gates
To a brand new day.
Consciousness awakes
Through darkness & light,
But we can’t be afraid
By the creaks in the night.
This Planet is a gift
We should never ignore,
It leads us down a path
Of conscious doors.
When your heart opens
Your eyes will follow,
Don’t be lost in a world
That became so shallow.
Balance is the key
As we stand in the middle,
Decrypting the code
Of the Universe’s riddle.


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Reality is beautifully unique

A complicated surprise,

No star looks the same

Through different eyes.

We walk down our paths

Hand in hand my friend,

Taking different journeys

We will all meet in the end.

You are never alone

Another will be able to relate,

To the problems you cry

and your heartache.

What is this word ‘normal’

They try & force us to be,

How can we all be the same

In these individual realities.

We are part of oneness

Through the love of Earth,

Gravity keeps us grounded

and holds all our worth.

We are written into one story

Living in separate stages,

Disconnected by perspectives

But connected by the pages.


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I’ve fallen through worlds
That are in my mind,
Landed on earth
With a purpose to find.
Layers of mistake
Masked in smiles,
I fell for a world
That put me on trial.
So many storms
Where do I start?
Lightening & thunder
Appeared in my heart.
Like the planet
Thoughts orbit around,
Yet gravity forbids me
To leave this ground.


via Orbiting

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First attempt drawing anime. 🙂


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Lotus Flower

A recent doodle to share with you all.


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Junk Art


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Born into a land
Forgotten by time,
Days are nights
The stars don’t align.
Fell out of sync
Into another zone,
A place abandoned
Which I call my home.
I’m ahead of myself
Or I was left behind,
Orbiting the outside
Of my very mind.
Days become years
Decades are legends,
Minutes are hours
Forever is a second.


via Sync

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Mind fuck

I’ll play the lead
In your dirty book,
Feel the sensation
Off this mind fuck.
You can see me here
Inbetween the lines,
I’m behind the cover
On page sixty nine.
Read each verse
To feel me within,
This isn’t a love story
It’s a book of sin.
I will tease you
On every cliffhanger,
Strip me bare
In every chapter.
You’ll lick your lips
When you read,
Because ‘I want’
becomes ‘I need’


via Mind fuck

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Heart of time

Let’s dance together
One last night,
I’ll follow your rhythm
As you hold me tight.
I’ll take in your scent
As I feel you breathe,
We’ll sway into the night
Before I have to leave.
Our hearts will beat
In tune together,
When souls merge
We’ll dance forever.
If we don’t meet again
That would be fine,
Memories will freeze
In the heart of time.

via Heart of time

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I am very similar

To my porcelain skin,

Smooth on the surface

Yet hollow within.

If you look closely

You can trace the tracks,

Of this worn exterior

That has started to crack.

As the world ticks

And steals my tocks,

I’m swimming in a sea

With a pocket of rocks.

I’m strong & sturdy

Yet a fragile little thing,

My strength is carried

On my broken wings.

With pale white skin

and bright red lips,

I’m the doll you comfort

In your fingertips.

Just one last drop

and I will fail to exist,

As my history will scatter

Into a porcelain mist.


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The final chapter…

If the world was ending
Would you be there,
I’d be standing on a roof
Shooting a flare.
Would you race by my side
To wipe away the tears,
Holding me in your arms
As we faced our final fears.
When we take our last breaths
Could you look me in the eye,
Tell me everything would be okay
Knowing our dreams would die,
Tomorrow will be ashes
Yesterday would be gone,
No more walks on the beach
Or dusk until dawns.
But in our final moments
I know that I will be okay,
As you’d be there beside me
Which no force could take away.


via The final chapter…

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Black snow

As I stand here
On this empty street,
Black snow falls
It’s a sign of defeat.
There is no hope
I can’t see any flares,
This feels like hatred
It looks like despair.
Flakes land on me
They drip with pain,
From ashes to blood
Leaving their stain.
The fantasy we’ve lived
Drowns into insanity,
As this darkness steals
The last pieces of humanity.


via Black snow

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Hells Heavens

Shoot me down
With bows & arrows,
My ghosts will rise
To haunt your shadows.
Fire your cannons
Release your weapons,
Witness the day I open
All hells heavens.
Beware if you curse me
With your deadly plagues,
This queen of hearts
Is also the queen of spades.
I have flames inside me
With a lethal spark,
I’ve walked through hell
I’m not afraid of the dark.
Deafen me with thunder
Hit me with lightening,
This one women army
Isn’t afraid of dying.


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Bored specimen

I don’t feel pleased
Or even desired,
There’s no passion
I am not inspired
I need excitement
The rush of adrenaline,
I am nothing more
Than a bored specimen.
As the world ticks
And steals my tocks,
I’m swimming in a sea
With a pocket of rocks.
This is my addiction
With veins of greed,
Give me an adventure
I need to feed.


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I’m writing my life
On a Celestial page,
Where time doesn’t exist
It’s just an illusion of age.
There is an in-between
I fell through the gap,
I asked the abyss to help
And it led me into a trap.
There’s silence in sound here
Black and white in colour,
The spectrums merge
With dimensions to discover.
The chronicle of events
I stand here touching,
And it all makes sense
Life equates to nothing.


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Beautiful sickness

Life is our lover
The mistress in the affair,
Fucking us daily
It’s stripping us bare.
Playing mind games
We jump to its feet,
Feeding us seduction
To keep us sweet.
We bow down
To all the highs & lows,
Give and take
All the laughs & blows.
We can’t end the affair
It’s too addictive,
Because life itself
Is a beautiful sickness.

– K

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A couple of pictures I’ve taken of the sunsets recently with added filters.

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I drift away into
Arcadian dreams,
Where castles await
The kings and queens.
Many species
Have settled here,
& within a blink of an eye
They all appear.
Through elvish lands
Are celestial teachers
Spreading wisdom
To all the creatures.
As valerians protect
And Valkyries preserve,
There’s a balance of respect
Every Planet deserves


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Bottomless pit

I saw the colours
The spectrum In your eyes,
And I painted them red
As red as the burning skies.
I witnessed the light
Shining through your soul,
I painted it black
As black as coal.
I felt the goodness
In your heart,
I shunned it away
As the darkest art.
I touched the pain
In your tears,
I ignored the voices
Screaming through my ears.
I carried the burden
You carried around,
I turned it into lightening
Striking the ground.
I felt you die
A thousand times,
You felt me fall
Inbetween the lines.
We observed the world
Breakout into plagues
And our souls drowned
Into an abyss of shades.


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My life is cursed
Or am I the cure,
My body aches
For so much more.
Was I created
By mistake,
Is there a sign
Or a path to take.
Is anyone else there?
Or I am too blind,
Living in Braille
With colour to find.
I might be lost
Or am I home,
Nothing is certain
When you ache alone.


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The pieces are there
To merge together,
I’m caged in puzzles
Which take forever.
The symbols appear
As I cross dimensions,
Chasing my insanity
With lots of questions.
There are worlds here
Masked in disguise,
It’s the world we live
That’s masked in lies.
I am losing myself
The deeper I roam,
Yet the closer I crawl
The more It feels like home.


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