mesmerised and entranced
whilst shadows dance
across my feet and over my toes
whilt saying prayers
that no one knows…



there is a universe within
that when the lights are on
the whole world can see
but often the connection
is hard to find
and i struggle blindly
within my mind
my absolute hope
is to find ways to cope
when there is a glitch
in my internal switch…

and that is why i’m going to find
the light behind my eyes
with the help of you
my teacher, my guru…

love without regret

drawing back the curtains
letting light in to remain
things don’t stay the same
they change again and again

there’s no time to be angry
for what has or hasn’t happened yet
not loving life enough or
appreciating it would be my only regret

little one

no-one else cares
how much your little body bears,
too busy taking drugs
or being with thugs.

alone in your own home,
you don’t dare moan,
hiding out
from gangster’s shouts.

you long to be held,
loved by someone else,
you exist but are afraid to live,
which is why
i hope you take your chances
little one, and fly…


i fumble
through the jungle
that is my mind,
trying to make sense
of what’s inside,
what i think,
what i feel,
what’s imaginary,
what’s real.
it’s easier to deny
than to try
to bundubash
my way inside,
to find a clearing
that i can hear in
(a safe space to be
connecting spiritually),
where quicksand-worry
and i’m untangled
from fears.
yes, like a lionness
each day,
protecting her life
from prey,
i need to take pride
in my soul this way!

miracle day

i really need to stop
bringing up the past
or this won’t last
maybe it’s the fear
of your tour getting near
or maybe it’s actually more
a fear of being mature.

we’re doing so good now
and working so hard
to make this last
please God, stop me
from thinking about the past.
my MIRACLE day….
would be me NOT thinking that way.


side by side
in our car
not going far
just sitting there
without a care
in the drive
feeling alive
wrapped in coats
whilst music floats
noticing the words
as well as the birds
hands holding cups
like stripey gloves
cocoa baileys steaming
your record’s streaming!
i think of the band
as raindrops land
on the windscreen

thought for food…

sugar, alcohol and meat
are addictive and too sweet
they’re the dregs of society
serving to fill me with anxiety
yet i indulge in them with piety
as they’re the pillars of propriety!

i mean, what would we do without cake
that we bake
for the friends that we make?
it would be rude of me not to take
but my gratitude like sugar is fake

alcohol breaks the ice
and lifts our disguise
making most of us seem quite nice
it has us on our feet
not long after we meet

but if i carry on this way
my body and mind may not be okay
oh, i feel so guilty today…

and as far as eating meat goes
is it a sin, god knows??!
i just believe vegetables are the real deal
a soulful kind of meal
i think wholefoods are a treat
and gourmet vegetarianism
is what i would like to preach

it would be great if i could
live as i think i should
in my new neighbourhood