The Lake
Some days, some days anxiety is here to stay the heart flutters but not to dance and play Other days anxiety has taken a break the heart beats calm as the most tranquil lake

Some days, some days anxiety is here to stay the heart flutters but not to dance and play Other days anxiety has taken a break the heart beats calm as the most tranquil lake
Bustling, bustling busy bees, gorgeous butterflies and more there be Nature alive as we look the wonder we can see
Those people we know forever they just humbly glow Happiness and joy is all they bring In their company we glide on euphoric wings
Why are some people always so friggin’ angry I look at them expecting them to spontaneously combust – Boom
Crazy, crazy, crazy that is what she is today flying around happy in solo play Crazy, crazy, crazy the life to be living in the mad moment the point where common sense and fun don’t agree
As the wildflower rapidly grows nature is secretly whispering the magick it knows If we listen hard enough maybe, just maybe the answer to a world troubled, tough
Letting Nature run riot a chorus from deathly quiet Seeds bloom critters appear for you and I there is still room
Fighting the torrent the little fish swims with it’s heart and conviction it knows it is a battle it will win
The ancestry DNA test what do you find forty percent Scandinavian Viking in my mind Find me a horned helmet they say it’s not a surprise “you’r fair and Six Feet Five”
With flames in her eyes no tears as she says good-bye After a dwelling long her destination now where she belongs
From the shadows the man came under watching eyes of fire and flame To the sunlight the man walked leaving behind a path of chilled burnt chalk – From the shadows the man came
As the Sun ripples across the Sea words are whispered, messages conveyed the humble hear, see as the heart truly prays
Scorchio it’s meant to be whilst all nature huddles under a tree As the weather playfully plays hide and seek we just want the Sun to peek
Lost in words a devilishly good book to read whilst sipping a virtual jug of escapism mead
The little fella surfs on a leaf enjoying the moment recognising that life is brief
Truest of true friends a gift from the highest of above A relationship born nurtured in unconditional un-judgemental love Truest of true friends sometimes, just sometimes though drive you around the bend
Who we be, who we are the same? from close, and afar Not for me, or you I guess distance can transform the pawn in chess
Simple, definitely a pilgrim, maybe One plus one equals two is the life for me Any other answer watch me flee
From the North the Bird of Ice travels the mist left behind slowly unravels To the South the Bird of Ice heads to complete the Universe’s climate threads
Phew the leap has been made reaching that which eyes surveyed The odyssey complete time to enjoy the plunder followed by a well earned dozy slumber
Just a little bit crazy the way to be seeing humour strangeness in all Being normal not what it’s meant to be crazy is perfectly fine for you and me
Pedal to the metal is not for me finger to the trigger fills my soul with glee Socialising is not something I seek I’d rather read a book I’m very much the geek 😊 and proudly so………
As the Sun and Rain come out to play a Buttercup appears to heartily say “see my petals all gorgeous and yellow run around, have fun loudly bellow”
If we embrace time can be a magical cure a balm from the Universe simple and pure
A featherweight fight beak vs beak crazy flapping wings end of round one with a ding
Ma ma mama magic creating dreams rescuing hope from a fate awfully tragic Ba ba baba building our true desires from a mountain castle to knight sword and shield wielding
Lost in the path of legend, fantasy and lore maybe the wrong word just seeking more
Life in the tank day in, day out the same a microcosm of society Generally get on fine sometimes though tempers and mood wane
The Owl is missing, the Raven is calling hours tumble, days pass whilst we observe through foggy glass In retreat existence can lovingly be maybe holding hands with excitement and glee
Mental well-being manifests in many varied ways when I feel an obsession to tidy be aware of incoming dark turbulent waves The warning of the rising tide an opportunity that may be on the surf we can ride rather than disappear and hide
Found this, which I wrote years ago, never finished or did anything with……. COW-BOY Chapter 1 Rob Hill was a farmer on his family’s diary farm in Wiltshire. He was 17 years old, had big fuzzy hair and was not the archetypal farm boy. He generally wore an AC/DC t-shirt, Dr Martens boots and listened…
With a great big yawn I say hello to a brand new dawn As the tunnel widens there is no train eyes briefly open to see sunshine – There is no rain
With a squeeze of the trigger the car splutters, then flies lap after lap, curve via corner lost in the flow the mind drifts for a moment, forgetting all that it knows
The true healers of old hidden between mountain and wold Seek they couldn’t be found to those in need the reclusive were abound
Two sides of the mirror, reflects what he be One, light shining bright t’other, what no-one can see
For Oak to be found to rebuild the treasure something humankind thought beyond it’s measure With time and love rebuilt it will be once again the marvel will be for all to see
As the Owl concentrates it spots it prey swooping down hooting “hey” This owl believes in the fairest of fair play it’s prey may live for another day
Expert at nowt jolly amateur of all A life where pressure of stuff will never overcome make him fall
Waking up early an alarm call from the Gods Bastet on the prowl Athena in flight Odds of a lie in not very bright