The silence has descended upon my lips
My mind says much,
My heart says more,
My soul sighs in displeasure

The silence has descended
I tried to talk,
I tried to scream,
But they cannot understand

The silence has descended upon my lips,
I have lost the souls that knew me best,
I do not believe that you should explain to the rest,
Soul connections always understand, when you turn your back, you loose much

I made a human choice,
I acted from a place of fear,
I turned my back on what could have been, to what is “right”
So the silence has descended on my life

The phoenix is dying once again,
But the soul that drives it will always speak through words


The thing about stains is that they a pain to get rid of.

They tend to happen easily though and can cause a lot of frustration. We get really irritated by stains because they ruin our appearance. They ruin the clothes we love. And they require time we often do not have to remove them.

But we try anyway…

The more your rub at a stain, the deeper it goes into the fabric. You have to add warm water and the right cleaner to get it out. And of course time. Eventually we find a solution and the stain is removed.

But what about our souls?

We go through life and have experiences. And sometimes those experiences leave stains on our souls.

But instead of trying to remove the stains, we leave them to sink into our fabric. And the longer you leave it, the deeper it goes.

Why is that? Why do humans choose to make such a fuss over appearance, the things about us that everyone can see but we fail to try and remove the stains from inside.

I think it is because we spend more time worrying about how we are perceived, rather than looking within ourselves and ensuring our souls stay as pure as God made them.

The higher power did not put the stains there, we did. Yet we blame everything and everyone for everything that is tainted.

I believe that we should all try harder to remove the stains that are there. Because we are apart of something greater, and we all contribute to making the world a more peaceful place

Blossoms of Truth

It rises,
It pushes up from underneath,
Like a struggling plant trying to reach the safety of the sun, so that it can bask in its warmth and safety,
It upsets the calm face that is the soil of my being,

I cover it up
I throw more beliefs at it,
It pauses and stays put for a while,
Then it gains strength from a source deep inside me,

It rises again,
It pushes through the soil of my being and begins to spread its vines,
Then takes root on the deepest recesses of my soul,
I throw more beliefs at it, and it retreats to safety,

I turn my back and smile and continue with life,
It rises,
It spread faster, gaining strength from a source deep inside me,
The blossoms start to pop slowly and fills me with light,

The beauty of truth is so awe inspiring,
It is so vibrant and clear and honest,
But the change fills me with fear,
I attack it,

I kill the blossoms,
I kill the vines,
I throw my beliefs at it, and like poison, it causes it to wither,
And everything is exactly as it once was,

But the source continues to feed it,
And it will keep gaining strength,
It will never die,
Because it is my destiny to know

No Alien Zombies Here

I woke up this morning after yet another night of really strange dreams.

I have strange dreams often, it is like if I didn’t dream something odd at least 4 times a week, I would be worried my mind has been sucked dry by alien zombies that use dreams to power their mother ship.

But last night something stayed with me when I awoke  into this reality. Like someone had ripped a circuit board of sorts out of my brain and suddenly I was not “programmed” anymore.

I do not do Acid, I am not a conspiracy theorist, and the Illuminati thing only makes sense to a certain degree (You have to be Christian or else there is no way that Lady Gaga is insulting you). So no, I do not believe that “They” implanted some microchip into my brain. Or that Facebook is owned by the CIA (If it was is, that is very clever), anyway my life is too boring to bother the CIA.

I think that maybe it was just me creating a methapor by the personal journey that I have been going through the last few days.

Our success is based on our beliefs, and maybe I have finally removed the beliefs that society has implanted in me. The fear, the distrust, the constant thought that “Life is Hard”, everything is a struggle. The belief that you can only be successful if you follow a formula.

On that note, we all watched the Social Network, and lets face it the guy that invented Facebook had no formula for success. His success was due to following an idea, and meeting people along the way that enabled him to do that.

So maybe what we need is just a little bit of Faith. We need to realise that there is a higher power that is all Love. An entity so great that it created the very forces of nature. The life of the bees, the way a plant has its own network that allows it absorb nutrients from elements around it, the beauty of pregnancy.

Some things just are, they exist, they have their own system. We study it and try to explain it but why don’t we just look at it and enjoy the beauty?

I do not want to live my life in fear. Everytime I read the news or watch it on TV, someone is fighting with someone else. Serial Killers, Pheodophiles, Oppresion, Hatred, War, Animal Cruelty. That is our reality.

That is the life that our world has created, because of the beliefs that we have about so many things.

I do not know if it will ever stop until we implode unto ourselves.

What I do know is that I am responsible for my life and my choices, and even though everyone tells me to think, act or believe a certain set of values, I will always choose Faith. I will choose Wonder. I will choose to remember God and all his Love. And even if you hate me for belonging to a religious group that you despise, I will just love you anyway. Because we are all the same, we just make ourselves different.


I have taken chances on many,
And the choice was always based on fear,
The world is surreal because it can’t be real,
If it is real then all I am is a lie

A beautiful lie that is;
One that makes men think that love me,
But all they like is what I represent
A world that is different to theirs,

They don’t know me,
They see the projection of an image that seems real,
But it is only as real as celluloid
A ribbon of black lies that are sometimes holds the greatest truth
And it is only true because it is our desires fleshed out,

I am fleshed out in their minds as a reality they create,
Then the ribbon stops moving,
The cocoon is slashed open
The light blinds for only a few seconds before the world that they know appears,

They take the truth that they have learnt, and turn away,
They never realize that pain exists in my world,
Or that the reality actually is that I took a chance on them,

I am not a fascination,
I am not a lie,
I am not the person they cut together to make a story they tell their friends,
I am nothing more than me

It is that simple
It is that complex
It is as it is
But the chances have been taken, the ribbon has snapped and I am free to be

I shed tears for Humanity

I shed tears for humanity
So much hatred
So much judgment
Every cast and creed think they are better than the next
They all believe that they have God’s favour

I shed tears for humanity
They turn a blind eye to the suffering of fellow human being
They page through their newspapers
They flick through their TV stations
They don’t care because it is not happening to them

I shed tears for humanity
They create their our own divisions
They create their our own differences
They all believe that their God will offer them salvation
They believe that the rest of the world is damned

I shed tears for humanity
They laugh at the idea of peace
They create Wars out of greed
They watch people die of hunger
They watch children fight soldiers, and throw rocks at tanks
And they sit complacently and never try to change it

I shed tears for humanity
I say a prayer to God
I ask for humanity to stop imploding upon itself
And then I realize that humanity is the furthest away from God than they can possibly be

But I cry
And I pray
I hope that one day a shift will happen
And one day the fear and hatred will end

I love Smarties

Lead me to the answers,
And I promise that I will be ready to ask the questions at the right time,
I want to know why all the things that are real are real,
I want to know why we are here,

I want to know why we are all so different,
But we find an ideology that will make us all the same,
What we don’t realize is that it’s the ideology that makes us the same,
It is the ideology that causes us to feel all the evil that we do,

We are different shades of Smarties tossed together in a box,
But we are all the same underneath,
We just have choice,
And choice is something we should use to be happy,

If the ideology makes us incapable of seeing that happiness is a choice, then why choose it,
Morality is crucial,
Belief is important,
Faith is what helps us survive,

If faith, belief & morality results in tears,
Then how can you say that it is faith, belief & morality,
We cannot continue hurting each other because we cannot love,
Faith, belief & morality is the same no matter how you practice it,

Peace will only exist if we start loving what is different,
Because what is different is identical underneath,

My Life as an Amoeba

At the darkest most inspiring moments in my life, I sometimes close my eyes and try and un-evolve to point of being an amoeba. I picture myself as one, and this brings me great comfort. Before you think that I have numerous screws rattling around in my head, let me explain my reasoning.

Firstly Amoeba’s are totally unaware of their own existence; therefore, they cannot develop inner issues. Life is pretty simple as an amoeba, you don’t sit for hours and contemplate the reason behind your existence, and you just float around in a sea of indifference.

Secondly due to the fact that they do not have any discernable shape, they don’t have issues about their body. They don’t really believe that they fat and need to up the time on the treadmill and decrease the time that they spend eating junk food. In fact amoebas are pretty happy being a wobbly blob of organic matter.

This takes me on to the fact that amoeba’s do not have split ends, due to the fact that they do not have hair. They don’t look longingly at Pantene ads, wishing that there hair could somehow portray the same lustre and shine. In fact they don’t even have a head so they don’t have itchy scalp or any other hair related issues.

But mostly Amoeba’s don’t have hearts and a brain that sends impulses that induce emotion. This means that they never truly know the meaning of heartache and pain. They don’t have to find another amoeba that likes them, back, only to have the feeling of rejection settle in for what seems like the hundred time.

Amoebas don’t fall in love and get to a point of believing that they have finally found the one person that understands them, and fills a void in their lives that no one else will ever be able to. Amoeba’s don’t have hands that clutch the phone waiting for that person to call, after what seems like eons of silence. Phones don’t get put down in their ears, and memories do not flood their brains.

However at the end of my great amoeba fantasy I realise that amoebas may have pretty cool lives, but they never really experience the true beauty of the world. For it is through the hurt and pain that we can truly experience pleasure.