Saturday, 27 August 2016
Sunday, 10 April 2016
I wish you could read my mind
Like you seem to
So often, as I fear use of words.
I wish I could show you
My cottage of Dreams,
In such a way for you to know
What is coming is Blessed.
I am beset by uncertainties,
and I come to see some causes...
I want to heal and be healed.
I want to share understanding...
I am afraid of our wounds
and carelessness with words.
Tuesday, 5 April 2016
Greetings, post-hiatus readers!
Another funky motion from Sharron Idol - "Something New" Have a listen, hey?
An apt point to point to this collaborative song, "UnSeelie Rade" and its MotherShip, the Sharron Idol album "I'm a Person, Not a Genre". - I know it was some time ago... Please have a listen to that too. You can see all her wonders here
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Merlin's TeaPot has grown to a trio, we are practicing many songs.
We now have Vocals, Guitar, Flute and Piano.
Some of our favourites to perform are;
I Drove All Night by Roy Orbison
Dancing BareFoot by Patti Smith
Strange Glue by Catatonia
Free Bird by Lynerd Skynnard
Green and Grey by Dahm the Bard.
When we have enough skillz and confidence,
we will be doing it in public.
Sunday, 28 September 2014
Jumped into the river,
Dead or quick, the soul is sick,
And the body bound to shiver.
Wall of poisons built in the gut,
One last chance, life's final cut,
The Angels aid fools and drunks,
For a limit, to call it time.
Uncomfortable confrontation with fact.
Not a Naiad, gripping jacket,
Balance and terror.
Rescue, Blessed Rescue,
Kindness of Strangers
How ever to thank those
That save your life?
By keeping to Never Again!
Friday, 22 August 2014
- 10/07/14 -
Since I left some of my stupidity in the river, things have been gradually improving. Alcohol use much less frequent and moderate in quantity. Still a very anxious beastie, trying to fix that along with getting fitter.
- 11/08/14 -
I expect that I shall be swimming, walking and cycling. 'Tis well said that if you can cycle in Dorset, you can cycle anywhere. There are many areas that I never got off my berm to explore. I have been abominably slothful and lax.
I have the power; I can change my life.
MOAR NDAWFINZ FTW!!
In all seriousness, with a simple enough change of lifestyle, I can do so much for my physical and mental health.
I believe it will also dramatically improve my mental and magical stamina. The discipline of mind and body will aid my every aspect!
I'm 31, I would rather avoid a heart attack at 40 years. I can shift my excess weight easily, as long as I eat sensibly and put real effort into regular enthusiastic exercise.
- 12/07/14 -
Blimey, I and Steve went for a little run by the river, and it was fun. I can do this. If the big girl off of "I Used To Be Fat" can do it, so can I.
- 20/08/14 -
I have been running and walking. Met a friend who would like to go swimming with me.
- 22/08/14 -
Keeping my enthusiasm up.
Sunday, 23 March 2014
Well, moderation is going all-right.
I am highly conscious of taking great care.
In far more exciting news, I and Sharron Idol sharron-idol.com have composed a song together.
Its title is "Unseelie Rade", and it will be released this summer on the album "I'm A Person; Not A Genre" (Ice Recordings) - (It will be) AVAILABLE THROUGH iTUNES.
I really enjoyed recording it! Yay!!
Monday, 10 March 2014
Steve persuaded me on Sunday that one or two pints once or twice a week won't hurt. That is fair enough, but that must be my absolute limit - and I think I will be choosing to politely reject the frequent opportunities for those pints. Until I am certain of what is going on and how I feel about it all, I want to remain as cautious as I can be.
I admit, I had two pints with Steve on Sunday, and I am fretting without need, but I have to do this right, moderation or abstinence, which it is matters far less than the practical results, as long as I don't do it wrong.
I think it may be better once a week than twice, but to be honest... I know I am at lowest risk if I fully abstain.
Friday, 7 March 2014
I feel rather run-down at the moment... In several ways. Some will simply ease with time.
Utter horror. Over many years I became not only someone far from myself, but I also became a monster.
Then I became a frequently pissed-up monster.
I am frightened, but am strong enough to change for the better.
There is no point in caring when people mock for what has been.
When I succeed and prosper, it will be my triumph over my problems and errors, so proving myself to myself, and that need not be any of their concern.
Thursday, 6 March 2014
The Season's Beginning,
The trees brightly bud,
Pushing forward; The Maiden,
Bears Fire in her elegant hands.
The fountains are flowing,
The Winterbourne rising
To wash the wet Meadows,
The lambs bleat their cries
To the sharp stars above.
Through bare branches
Flickers the light of the morning,
The noon blankets in iron-hued skies;
Clouds of stone above
As the moors mist down below.
Grain's promise keeps its whispering,
The blades sparkle in dew,
The attercop's nest is a tangle
Of silver and copper,
The ravens aloft are not at their rest,
They roam wide,
In beggarbird guise.
Rowan crosses pinning our breasts,
And red rune berries
Encircle our souls,
Examine and reflect on right
Treasures held as goals.
Evaluation is in looking back,
But there is so much to do.
Her Holy Fire is guarded and eternal,
The rivers flow forever more,
There's barley for the brewing,
And sweet Poet-Songs in store!
I have had a near-death experience, and have given up alcohol as a result.
I am frightened more by what my life had become, than I was by the NDE its-self.
All I can do is try to make dignified progression, there would be no use in wallowing in negativity.
I am glad to be alive.
It is my responsibility to change, now. I don't know how or when my decline began. I am feeling awed by the awful magnitude of it all.
I am awed with gratitude at the grace of living.
Monday, 11 February 2013
- State of Collapse -
Fiddling with the fiddly
Small pushpen drudge and misery
Ribband rouge and coddling plan
Collapse like a flan that can't grow up to soufflé...
What a way away hey hey
It's a dream to dream at night.
Dreadful dreads dreariness
Woeful state weariness
Lapse to unwariness
Take the ticket to ride.
Long wait for activists trapped
By foolish summermists
Fogged over by columnists
Clasped hands and jaws snapped
Pinholes let in some light.
Tuesday, 4 December 2012
Monday, 3 December 2012
Well... It has been a tough month. My ex-partner Dave died at the start of November.
I am somewhat emotionally and mentally wobbly at times, but that is okay.
I am enjoying living in Dorset, and I look forward to exploring more when warmer weather arrives.
It is very pleasant to live only a short bus journey or cycle-ride from the coast.
One of my favourite places, Lulworth, is nearby, and that is where Dave's ashes will be sprinkled. He and I had an eerie connection to that place.
Hmm... Nearly ten past five... Still playing with this phone. Ahhh - I sense future poems... I can write them straight to the blog, from many places... Must get off phone. Phone eats Sleep...
I resisted getting one like this... Until now.
Here's a quick ditty as a goodnight gift.
Don't put fireworks in your bum,
Nor bottles, sticks or knives,
They simply don't belong there,
And it might just save your life.
¡GOODNIGHT LITTLE FISHIES!
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
She Is The Tiger,
Monday, 10 September 2012
than lose my reason again in this life.
I'm still, and blessed by moonlight,
I don't want to fall into those trances,
seems a pleasurable punishment, my stinging reward.
to be happy for a man bound in chains,
unheeded words, with affection, from my pen.
not even got half of your own teeth,
as if it's not solvable by your own hand.
Saturday, 25 August 2012
Tuesday, 17 July 2012
Tuesday, 29 May 2012
Let me just call my Uncle",
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
( http://www.paganmusic.co.uk/ ) sing a few songs,
and watch the premiere of the film "Spirit of Albion"
( http://www.thespiritofalbionthemovie.com/ )
- a tale of weary souls finding strength by the aid of the Ancient Gods.
It's rather good. The acting and singing are dodgy in places,
but that is more than compensated for by the plot, humour,
intelligent content and emotional grip in this story of a journey
from desolate despair to faith in the experience of living,
and the revelation or reminder that the Holy Powers are eternal.
on the 'John Barleycorn Reborn' multi-artist compliation album, I cried my eyes out.
first song, all the way to the end of the film, last night.
Nice people, nice music, just... So Nice.