I’m the woman who feels her mind unravel every single day. I’m that woman who will drop (almost ) anything to be loved, liked and to try and be there for people. I am that woman who thinks I am one step away from insanity. One meal away from sitting with others -in the cafeteria... Continue Reading →

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In the twilight of that mind, Turntables blast out despair When unable to fathom out her own kind. Two open ended books splay their outward innards. Hesitant to accept the possiblity of another perspective. Suppose there is alien life out there… That we can conceive of. An outcome for her resolve to never give in... Continue Reading →

And in my darkest hours, when the air extingushes all light. Hopelessness hangs heavy, spongy and dense. Above me it hovers, a cloud with a fierce clout. I scramble searching to strike my last match. Unable to see what is right in front on me.I hear the mirthful tinkle of a giggling child. A purr... Continue Reading →

Contemplating about my guilt. Flood waters break. Damn! Bursts  in Death's wake. Sombre sombreros sway nonchalantly past my weary face. I see the disguise Its dressed as the waif. Inside I try to blossom- Inside I will myself to wake. No lovers kiss to make my fate. I rise and I fall, fall and rise.... Continue Reading →

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Daisy in the Willows

A song to get you through the post.. Ha ha!

My mental health kick ass anthem. If you are female you should listen to this to gain strength over your triumphs and understand your grief. Men – if you love women- you will appreciate our complexity and emotions and way of self expression through Sa Roc’s lyrics- she is dynamite.

This is testimony to the massive talent on the hip hop/rap scene in the U.K.

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Hey I’m still here. I’m suffering from coming back from a walking slumber.  Mental health problems,eh?

Who would choose to have them?

Ha ha!

Not me.

On a lighter note , my Bengal cat, Miss Tatiana

has most definitely inherited my eating disorder.

She puked all over her food. EUUURGH!

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When Words are few Allow music to: Connect Create. Collaborate With other Creativists. creativists Noun -- (1) To be a creative activist. (2) To challenge conventionality using art and expressionism as your tools. (3) To creatively enact change. Someone who is attuned creatively to their surroundings; a person who understands and expresses their life through... Continue Reading →

Stone cold. I sit in silence. Tears betray the death of another beating heart . Distant to my heart ache. Love is meaningless accented by meaningful nuances. Hunger strikes, I'm alone with the pangs, Unsure if I want to feel the caress of familiar hands or if I'd rather escape to a nether land. Conjuring... Continue Reading →

I'm a massive admirer of french artist, GUTS. I discovered his music a few years back with  the epic ' les bienheureux' album produced by wax labels, 2007, who've  released  albums such as 'Nightmares on wax presents 'Nightmares on wax' Bob powers ( Tribe called quest, Roots) took him under his wing and schooled him... Continue Reading →

Be a bare foot bear in mind, body and spirit. Daisy LIFE UPDATE There has been so much going on-trying to write consistently  and coherently has and is still a struggle. I did a major overdose in March 2018 (yes, stupid and I didn't want to come out of it)-the gory details are : I... Continue Reading →

Daisy and her Bee showing how to do park life Life-osophy. Pause to make moments to smile. Out of darkness stems light. Light gives hope.Hope leads to success and happiness

I can't put roots down in a home that feels alien to me. I blank out my world. I dread the familiar haunting of this abode called my home. How it represses me and chokes me. Yet,I  come back to it like a castrated  casualty of  Love's wars . Conditioned to part my lips  for... Continue Reading →

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Does it need to be said ? Because the Media makes you think your make up is inappropriate If you are horrified to ask Google for mental health support. You know I’m hear to tell it — (once )’for a cause not for an applause’ To avoid the pariah of your mind. Who you are is important for... Continue Reading →

Sometimes I feel like why do I bother. Sometimes I feel like I’ve used up all my bear care The cities I lived in . The people I’ve engaged with. started to stick two fingers up. But only to the dickheads. I dance to these beats cos I rise to the funk masters compilation. I... Continue Reading →

If all is fair in love and war… Is it fair to compromise  our loyalty in the name of Freedom? Or to give up our freedom in order to remain loyal? Where were these words when we are at the culminating   breaking point? Sir cliff hanging Off that jagged little edge. Peering over Salacious Not... Continue Reading →

the Cull

Composure show your best face

Daisy don’t make it hazy – leave out the ‘just in case’ can of mace.

Three announced pregnancies delivered in one week

One Stork wraps a cord around emotions -trachea.

Manipulation in search for a vein

hooked up intravenously

suffering from a bout of the sickness days gone by,

bleak.

Day spent prodding a familiar corpse

Lavender eye shadow caked on.

An ex-hookers heinous crime of remorse.

Blend in shades of elegance, class cuts above diamonds

-less valuable than the African Congo.

Kleenex tissues – repentance from deeds of liberation.

There is closure in this hymn

that is how sacrilegious people turn as quick as the wind doth blow.

New chapter.

ink spilt

No more drama.

Welcome to the real world -energy in motion kinetic.

Some call it Karma.

Squeaky clean – naked child of the nugget -Midas the king.

Bronchial Bengal licking furballs off her skin.

Arthritic tail.

spots and stripes.

Don’t leave me, Madam.

wailers of bandits ready for the first of half a dozen fights.

Interrupt the flow 2 kg of feather dynamite

incredible.

How does this writer get away with posting anything credible?

Animals on the uprise.

No more, humans.

Determined by free will.

Save our earth from true predators.

A life is a life,

a loss is a loss.

no one gives a toss

don’t matter who involved in the kill.

Overspill of copper coil excreting from a vulvic cave

Great expectations.

Pompei disaster – a necessary tragedy to inspire the seventh wave.

counting on all hands and fingers

I fear I’m not the only one.

canned laughter emerges in the background.

Playground vacant.

Trashed children abscond to the house occupied by Delirium’s son.

Emotion packs a punch in three

washing machine forgets it’s own no spillage codified key.

Rage -crimson flag.

Blood spill.

‘All hail the Spanish bull!’

Gunshots fired -the loss of the human cull.

Grief lapses in streams of nonsequential dreams.

it’s obvious what unravels when we are pulled at the seams.

Mind score.

Damp music sheets obscure the cup of the holy grail.

Green lights flash.

Don’t hesitate -before long you won’t be able to walk

it’s a condition in frail.

life and Death lie, spooning- side by side,

build the bridge

equality in each parlour

you seek to ride.

Scared crows

murder the last heart blackened by holding on.

The injustice of the furies coup

bow your heads in shame,

You are not the only ones who suffer.

Time to sing a different song.

Daisy in the Willows

giphy (5)

Composure show your best face

Daisy don’t make it hazy – leave out the ‘just in case’ can of mace.

Three announced pregnancies delivered in one week

One Stork wraps a cord around emotions -trachea.

 Manipulation in search for a vein

hooked up intravenously

suffering from a bout of the sickness days gone by,

bleak.

Day spent prodding a familiar corpse

Lavender eye shadow caked on.

An ex-hookers heinous crime of remorse.

Blend in shades of elegance, class cuts above diamonds

-less valuable than the African  Congo.

Kleenex tissues – repentance from deeds of liberation.

 There is closure in this hymn

that is how sacrilegious people turn as quick as the wind doth blow.

New chapter.

ink spilt

No more drama.

Welcome to the real world -energy in motion kinetic.

Some call it Karma.

Squeaky clean – naked child of the nugget -Midas the king.

Bronchial Bengal licking furballs off her skin.

Arthritic tail.

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