Hardcore…

Hello, my dear…

Today, I’m experiencing little nuggets of joy…

First time realisations…

Unadulterated satisfaction…

A joy that supersedes all other pleasures I’ve come to know…

I’ve skipped past the idea of happily ever after…

Keeping joy close to my chest…

It’s everywhere you look…

The joy of returning home…

Being greeted by my own energy…

One of the best feelings…

I’m sitting with my feet up…

Radio waves playing in the background…

On the odd occasion I’ll bob my head…

I haven’t looked at the time since when…

Flatlining in a world of chaos…

I’m awake but I could just as easily be asleep…

Pleasing myself no end…

The relationship I have with blank…

A conversation that highlights one’s dark side…

Black and white…

How well do you know yourself, my dear…

Do you believe in the devil…

In the spiritual realm…

Angels do they exist in your world…

How does a shadow lose sight of self???

What if a shadow’s whole existence goes unrecognised…

Blinded by an artificial light…

A moth flying too close to the sun…

An electrifying illumination…

A fatal attraction…

Turn off all the lights…

The moon and stars are the only light givers left in the night sky…

Then what…

Light a fire???

Pray for the sun to rise???

Streaks of lightning will show you the way forward in short bursts…

Leaving you enveloped in clouds of darkness for most of the time…

Do you pray for thunder storms???

Do you dance or duck???

When it rains, my dear…

A charity or a chemical pour down…

A relief or an umbrella is needed…

It’s true, my dear…

My thoughts can be hardcore…

Do I have to think differently inside my own head???

Are truths threatening when said aloud…

I don’t believe in keeping secrets…

Back in the day I remained silent…

Is there a difference…

Keeping the truth to yourself…

What about a cover up???

Does it hurt to break the silence…

Have you experienced heart ache…

Does your ego bruise for real…

Can you tell the only truth you know…

Is that as far as the truth goes…

The closer to knowing nothing…

Outside of yourself…

???…

This time last year I had this to say…

I’m the author but no longer the same person…

I made my move…

Checkmate…

Jan 2025

Hello, my invisible other…

Tomorrow has been and gone…

Finding myself in endless today feeling a lot like yesterday…

Resurrected from a lesser death…

Tomorrow has changed its face, hiding the future far into the past…

Nowhere to be seen unless you care to know…

Turning the clock backwards or forward won’t change one iota…

What’s been and gone or what’s to come…

Is out of my hands, my dear…

I’m still breathing the same way the sun has risen…

What remains…

Me, myself and I…

Living in a cell of my own making…

Born into an open prison…

The bars may be invisible to the eye…

Try convincing my heart otherwise…

The cold from the cast iron penetrates my soul…

Electrifying my flesh as a warning not to go there…

Untouchable if I want to keep my sanity alive…

Keep my mouth and eyes closed…

The only right I have is to remain silent…

Whatever I do say will be held against me…

Guilty until proven innocent…

Man Made laws have overruled my God given rights…

Throwing my beliefs into an asylum fit for the criminally insane…

I’ve never claimed to be a superhero, my invisible other…

Dancing alone is my only confession…

Using the tools of the devil to rule the world is not how I do things…

I’ve learnt to love my rags…

Found contentment in the rich man’s gutter…

Stood by every word I chose to mutter…

Was never miserly with the finer gifts of my heart…

Forever grateful chains and all…

With the knowledge you can’t buy love…

Finding the courage to resist was second nature…

Refusing to allow oppression to consume my soul…

Suck the life out of my bones…

Eventually agony purifies the flesh beating in one’s chest…

Overwriting the program becoming one’s own mastermind…

Am I allowed to think for myself…

Absorb the never ending data available from this prison’s big wide web…

Use the devil’s handiwork against him…

Looking every judge in the eye asking for their credentials…

You may be wearing a sheep on your head…

To me you look like a wolf wearing men’s clothing…

Covering up the truth is a skill I swore to never be a part of…

The game being played is dangerous…

The enjoyment of deception…

Taking pleasure in the pain of others…

I won’t be a pawn for another’s satisfaction…

I’m making my own moves…

The rules of the devil in this world…

Corrupts every player…

The promise from my Lord…

Make it out of this world alive…

A palace fit for a throneless queen is the beginning…

Eternal bliss, my soulmate…

JAN 2026

I’m not dead yet…

Wide awake in both worlds, my dear

Breaking Chains???

Joyfully Painless…

The pleasures all mine…