Beyond the veil

Beyond the veil

Amber orb-

soul ecaping-

upon an infinite veil,

slowly revealing-

the lightworkers beyond.

Pole-vaulting between-

Earth and beyond.



Frame by frame-

people scattered-

around and about.

Franticly talking.

Subtle sound-

Ringing phone.

Poking and prodding-

huddled about-

a staggered heartbeat.





for a beat.

Fleeting words-

said upon tear filled eyes.



‘I don’t want to die….’

Hands held tight-

grasping for the heart.

All goes darks.

Amber orb-

shines so bright.

The veil lifted.

Two light beings-

hands held together-

in prayer.



Embrace the orb.




the amber orb-

back down to their rightful being.

A gasp of life-

comes about.

beings of light-

shield the amber orb-

safely back to life.




We are descendants of Bush Rangers.

We are strong.

We are many.

We will be triumphant through our struggles.


We are descendants of Bush Rangers.

We are strong. We are many.

#7 stream of conciousness

#7 stream of conciousness

Uber travels, bumpy road. Air tinged with smoke. Nauseating aroma. Cars. Cars. Cars, homeward bound. Motion sickness creeps on in. Phone, typing, pot holes jagger on. Radio sound, white noise voices. Mainstream Radio overrated. Talk. Talk. Talk, nothing smart is said. Traffic light. Red arrow. Can not turn. Coffee sign, craving caffeine. Benches empty. Roads are full. Typing, typing. I have typed.

universal truth

universal truth

Two souls entwined-

their universal truth shines through.

Pulsating passion endeavours through the skies.

Light years-


light years-

their sparks journey through-




chance and fate-

play the stakes-

juggling if fate-

will bring them together.

They hope always-

longing to be reunited-

to be entwined together-

for when they join again,

moments apart fade away-

for all they have is now-

for now –

two souls entwine-

Their universal truth shines through-

pulsating passion-

endeavours together.


Her Feet

Her Feet

She looked at her feet-

graciously she thanked them-

for these feet-

her feet.

Have kept her steady and strong-

for all she has seen-

for all the heart ache she has felt.

These feet-

her feet-

have guided her through-

the labyrinths of life.

Hopeful Gallop-Archive #9 2014

Hopeful Gallop-Archive #9 2014

On his horse-

He did ride-

Stallion with silvery mane-

Knight with silver armour.

On his horse he did ride-

Fearful eyes-

Saddened soul.

Determined he was-

To save his lovers heart.

On his horse-

He did ride.

With every gallop-

Hope did seem near-

And by her side he would be.

Many suns did set-

And many moons did shine.

On his horse-

He did ride.

Once at his lovers destination-


 the only thing around-

All that stood was a lone stone-

And withered flower.

On his horse-

He did ride-

Mane and armour-

Now tarnished silver.

Worn and torn both man and horse-

Now they wait for time-

Where lovers shall meet-

Once more.