A Series of Fortunate Events

Maundy Thursday arrived like no other
A merry bunch to mingle and chatter
Conversations were struck underneath illuminating skies
Catching windswept tales of full-circle goodbyes
We filled up our bellies with cheeky hearty laughs
Giving thanks to host, hostess and Lizzie’s beefy cooking crafts.

We then gave our kisses and off we trotted arriving at a mansion
This is Philippines of course so being late is a fashion
Our host was kind and courteous and beaming with pleasure
When Sachi and I found his sumo suits a treasure
There we battled 3 times I won
It was a memorable night full of smiles and fun.

Good Friday upon us came road trip a frenzy
Firstly Marko and Ducati battling tools of plenty
A fuse that did not spark yet all was not lost
We still found our way despite a last minute clause
Onto the highway we ventured safe and true
Until a secret garden revealed the most inspiring view
Of Delightfully wrapped pleasures in cosy dinner treats
Straight into the hearts of those that love off beaten tracks
Made this trip ever more special with Cherryberry’s tuning beats.

Before heading back to wilderness of cityscape lights
It was time for roasted beans and insatiable bites
Bag them they did from local harvester’s arms
We patiently waited with no waiter in sight
So We Wrote What We Wanted With Wistful respite
Onto our table finally set before us
Aroma’s charms teasing our gastronomic lust
An apple pie with vanilla and strawberry milkshake galore
‘Twas my very own tickle-me-Elmo giggles I adore
Here at last was how I spent my days
Living freely to each their own way.

Ode to Mother Nature and Her Elixir Divine

I do not discriminate elixir...

From bubbly Armand de Brignac champagne to red and white wine
To rose, sparkling, vermouth, port, sherry and fruits divine

Some drink lager, cider, beer, porter, cooler, breezer, pilsner or stout,
Have no fear we’ll tickle your fancy without a doubt
To spirits and breweries in mead, ales and drafts
I love them all as sambuca rainbows and greenfairies Absinthe craft.

To crystal clear Belvedere vodka and infamous 1800 Coleccion tequila blackouts
There’s rum or whiskey Macallan for those precious eagle scouts
To sakes, lambanogs, dawas, piscos, soju and amarula
There’s gin or brandy and tipples a plenty

Liqueurs that dazzle and sometimes it’s a hassle
Because there’s so many to choose from
That songs of love were inspired by couples torn asunder

So if you think these potions spice up your life and make you wonder
Just remember far too many and the world spins about
Drink wisely and let your spirit roar
It’s my motto to try one and all
But in moderation that is what I adore.

Un-apology

Sometimes I think the person that ever truly understood me
Can only be reached far beyond the horizon.

When an overcast of gray clouds obstruct silver linings
I search for her.

Solace slips its tentacles past Khaos into the tantalising arms of Eros’ loving charms
Momentarily halting a piper’s piped catatonic trance.

Awakening from a wintery slumber
and barely into spring’s arrival
Shadows lurk in morning dew drops
A bittersweet symphony of existence
Forging eternal dances of sunlight and moonbeams.

These were the times I longed to have my soul sister around.

Time Immemorial Birthday

October 11, 2011



My dearest Natasha,

Four years have past and I want to
Thank you for appearing in my dreams.

I find myself at the edge of the world
Full of hope and inspiration.
I search for you in the breath of sunshine’s dawn
To wish you a glorious mortal birthday.
A tear wells up in my eye as I miss calling out your name
Happy Birthday my love
Your memory is engraved peacefully in my heart.

Love always,
Angel

Jaded Blinds

Jaded blinds relieve guilt from overwhelming truths
Filtering shades as tiny grubby fingers approach from shameless hunger
A walker shoos them away without a glance
As metallic ice resolves the hardened heart to march on
The child whimpers silently on a dampened sewage boulevard –
No one listens to her suffering.

She wipes her weary eyes watching
Jewel encrusted ladies clickity clack on Five inch heels
With heavenly silhouettes enticing Jupiter’s passions
For an evening in carnal pleasures
That fade away Monday Friday labour blues.

Tainted cherub runs besides them smiling
Her gaunt arms outstretched begging voiceless gestures
Repulsive caustic masks unhinge synthetic Zircons
As they huff and puff little princess away.

Empty handed she rests on sidewalk divine
Shortly after another group of dainties pass her by
No qualms in their footsteps save one who halted
Turning around then crouching down
The woman asks, “What’s your name little angel?”
She looks up and opens her mouth but no sound comes out
“Where’s your mama tonight sweetie?”
Little angel shrugs and rubs her tummy

“Let’s see what we can do about that rumbling belly.”

Tonight little angel finds no hunger
She sleeps on a mattress with other little angels
In an orphanage where sunny dispositions
Prevail over visors galore one day at a time.

How many more little angels do you see...
Will you help if you can or will you idly walk on by...
You cannot save them all but YOU CAN HELP.

All it takes is one.

Twin Flame

We glided across the universe in fractal colours glistening
Starlight lovers painting dreams with one true meaning
In love and light our twin flames reunited
Magnetising energy grids in violet blue blazing red.

With our kiss in the moonlight
With our hands clasped so tight
Into the unknown we conquer
Walking to barren deserts
building haven plantations
Galactic love ad infinitum.

Together apart together weaving figure eights in cosmic motion
Crushing black holes of gravity collapsing abysmal feeling
Stardust beings saturate nothingness instilling nuclear fusion
Supernovae plasma across the universe is Twin flames true love curse.

With our kiss in the moonlight
With our hands clasped so tight
Into the unknown we conquer
Walking to barren deserts
building haven plantations
Galactic love ad infinitum.

Sing to me again my love
Again over and over
Without end.

Dark Clouds

The afternoon sun with its sweltering heat had made his lips crack from dehydration. His whole body was caked with dirt, dried blood and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. In an open courtyard surrounded by dilapidated stonewalls he stood with his hands tied behind a post.

He had lost everything.

As calculated as he was in all that he did there was one thing which didn’t add up. How could he have known it was going to end up like this. Would today be the beginning of his demise he wondered.

He went over the whole scenario again. One minute the courtyard was filled with friends and family celebrating a reunion and the next minute he was tied to a post.

“What the hell did I miss?!” He bellowed with sheer frustration.

“Absolutely nothing.” Rasped a voice.

“Who are you? Show yourself!” He barked.

“Have you forgotten what you bargained for many years ago. I’m here to collect your debt.” The voice sneered.

All of a sudden his eyes widened in alarm as he felt an eerie cold wind from behind and had sent shivers down his spine. He slowly cleared his throat and tried to muster up a calm voice but failed to conjure up a sound except for a high pitched squeak. He coughed and blood spewed out from his injured lip and he spat on the ground.

“I still have some time left. One year to be exact.” He hoarsely whispered.

“Perhaps so but that would be the case except you failed upon our agreed contract. Matter of fact, you don’t seem to remember what it was. Now this is a pleasant surprise especially coming from you. Even if you do remember by now what do you suppose I would want in exchange.” Laughed the voice.

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“Why did you show me that scene?” I asked the Guardian of the Sun.

“You will know what to do when the time comes. See its truth.” Smiled my guardian.

“Is this necessary? I thought we’re supposed to be working on me here and not anyone else.”

“You are, you being the operative word.” Chuckled the ancient spirit.

“Okay. Well, each has a role to play according to what I see. The consequences that arise are only the result of which these two parties have engaged in. The voice is at a clear advantage by cloaking himself in mystery even though the man at the post recognises him in the end. The voice does not show himself in order to continue exuding his power over the man and to break him down slowly. Whatever it was in that agreed contract must have contained a loophole which the man who’s tied to the post thought he could overcome. Aha! I see now why you showed me this.” I said calmly.

“Let us go to another place and time.” Replied my Sun Guardian.

I wondered whether the man would survive and if so, was there a way to prevent the inevitable from happening. And if not then the only solution was the hope that somehow he’d find a way to free himself from that post or figure out the loophole in the contract.

“Sometimes you care too much without knowing how that will affect you during battle.” Consoled the ancient being.

“I am a woman in this present life for a reason. It’s in my nature to care regardless of anything else. And don’t get mad I just called the rains to come now. He’s entitled to drink some water.” I said matter-of-factly.

“That will not change anything,” paused my guardian as he quizzically stared at me and continued saying, “even if the ropes do get wet. There is little or no chance of him escaping.”

“A little goes a long way.” I retorted and smiled.

Roaring Silence

The spirit of the wind had taken me to various moments in time and as the points intersected in my life I had used intuition as well as my heart to fully be present. I needed to find out the reality of it all. The truth that I had been searching for.

Weaving dreams into a tapestry of life slowly began to take form. I was never going to understand it all. What I had gathered was its acceptance.

Today marks another awakening.

Riding on the waves of Mother Nature, I sought refuge between her slipstreams. The signs were everywhere. And upon reflection breaking links in its infancy was necessary for growth. I had seen the possibilities of what its path brought and it was the only way of saving another life. Lives for that matter. I could not bear to go down that road again and not listen to my council. Something had to be done. Removing myself from the picture was how the forces led me to my decision.

It was better this way.

I had found a way to help without physically being there.
Sometimes past lifetimes were only meant to be remembered by the chosen few. “He’s still a sleeping dragon,” I said to my Wind Guardian, “only waking from slumber through eyes of broken souls and dozing off again.”

“He will come in many forms through vessels which only you recognise. Watch him. Observe his actions. And do not interfere in his awakening. It is time for you to be reborn again. To focus on your training. Let us walk away for now. The true one will reveal himself in time.” Replied the Wind.

So this is what nature meant by unbiased council. “Couldn’t I just do this alone.” I wondered. And without waiting for Wind’s response I remembered there were some things that needed no explanation.

I walked the Universe with nature’s messengers and revel in how much I have grown to love this world all over again.

What I held so close to my heart after eons of cycles was released into the air. I had found myself again in the midst of it all. It was never about him that I searched for but the lessons I needed to learn.

I purged the last remnants of blocked energy within and listened for the thunder. Slowly it rained harder and harder it poured. I stood in silence as the water cleansed my spirit and gathered my energy. It was in that moment the sky trembled.

Meadow's Mirror

I rest in contemplation by the meadow

Allowing my body to heal in time for the next voyage.

Equipped with newly acquired skills and a softening of the heart,

I regard in wonder how valuable my journey has been thus far.


Lost in thoughts gazing at the world

I swim in the depths of infinity’s treasures

Reaching out to find my true self all over again

Making plans for soul-lessons today

As there was never a thought more satisfying than to

Realise the understanding of the non-understanding—

A truth that smiles for the challenges I face.


That as much as I was protecting those around me

I had forgotten the most important reality of all...

The links of my soul brothers and sisters who guard my own light

And why we share the love for one another—

It is recognising our own selves in the mirror.

Blue Flame

From North, South, East to West,
I spent infinite sunrises with you
And gazed at diamonds in the night sky

From Mt. Rainier, Kilimanjaro, Mt. Apo and Mont Blanc
I found myself soaring above in peaceful silence
And like an eagle pierced the hidden valleys

From Atlantic, Indian and Pacific oceans
I poured my soul into your shores
And wept for sorrows endless pain

From the Negev, Arabian and Sahara deserts
I guided lost travelers in search of their compasses
And I found my own oasis amongst them

The wind, the sun, the moon and rain
Whisper softly to my seeking heart
And my soul walks to where my spirit roars

Now I return to where it all began
With Blue Flame’s Sword in me
Africa you howl at harvest moon’s end.