Love has a fixed abode

Beggers society.

true love insatiety.

Two lovers with no fixed abode.

Pariahs to a culture in the quest for a monetary load.

Shelter over head versus security locked on the inside.

freedom in exploring lovers spell,

remember even outcasts have rights to claim base to a premise.

Basic needs

Allow Emotion necessary feeds.

inconceivable,

two teens choose homelessness!

Why allow increased suffering and sorrow into the hearts of a young generations bliss?

The fault is not with those who choose companionship.

The system fails us all.

Digits in  Information Data protected code.

Silicon domain ship drives the latex whip.

Norms of society don’t make for a decent person.

Laws in place to follow obediently -can’t find a pulse – humanity is cursing.

No religious books needed to teach us how to know right from wrong.

Morals are instinctive-passed down a DNA cell telethon.

Spirituality and science

is empathy responding in defiance.

Scrutinise the tramps

for he who makes not a wage sufficient to put in our governments’ banks.

Gleam citizens of society!

Feed your families by working for a legal, unethical corporation.

Where will you take your possessions when nature sheds a hernia?

Blood bank Sponsorship in need of a  different type of currency.

Fear

we have lost.

Not long until we see all genders in mass hysterization.

Followers, likes, tags, social status

irrelevant.

War on the photoshop Generation

 insert a sultry slavering pavlova condition.

wear the no makeup look – wear less makeup.

no need for a  two-hour trial and a  tutorial book.

A means to an end.

Look at how we teach our children to defend

themselves

alone

for one day we must die.

How can we continue to justify how we live life?

continuously living in hope of being upgraded by united airlines,

feet up in the sky

‘on the high’

*FEELING frustrated for multiple reasons. Still waiting for my TMA 3  mark. Started on my EMA for my MA. I’m doing act two from ‘the homeless teen couple in love’ script that  I started way back in November 2016. I’m still 100% passionate about finishing it, however, I have learnt a lot about writing this year. I’m going it act two with a new approach.*

MUCH LOVE TO ALL OF YOU ON HERE.

THANK YOU, TO ALL THE NEW NEW WORDPRESS BLOGGERS FOR YOUR RECENT FOLLOWS. 

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I’ve so many blogs to look at. Welcome to the willows.

A place that never stays the same.

Don’t know if that is a good or bad thing, it’s how this mind works.   ha ha!

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the transformation of Forlorn

Hash slinger – dilutes 365 days worth of grapes fermenting in a  cave filled with stolen hearts.

Instigator- in need of ingredients  – list ready not fully prepped but all great recipes need parts.

Dark ale, vodka trail – ‘buy get one free’ cocktails.

E- colorants – fry the mind -a far cry from fresh mint and soul mates kiss.

New beginnings left in a brawl of broken communication,

walking all uphill – alone.

Moving target – pray for the deceased – we may miss.

cuckoo birds sling out freestyle, rap, battle war cries,  on a council estate –   beaks pointed and drawn.

Prepared to engage in battle. A  girl walks by she goes by the name forlorn.

Forlorn found her way back home, in the arms of her significant other.

Her mind and heart she gave away freely to another.

Too many grains of sand lost to shell-shock beach.

Too many thoughts and emotions she stewed over.

One potato – made her believe she was smashed enough and that it was her lucky clover.

Magic happens in all forms of manners.

Butterfly wings eats at the table, always gets a slap to the head from  Peppered head chef.

Escapism signs – she drove her mind around the same block clocking  355 days worth of miles. She surpassed the speed of light.

Infinitum.

 There is a harsh ignorance in being deaf.

Cleft palate.

Third world faggot.

Take offense to the fact the one can be cured by a doctor at liberty, the other could be the one who does the operation.

Connections made in hazy chatrooms- friends first?  denied.

 She let her guard go below waist level.

Summer, trees, fresh breeze- no red wine- only a heart jolted into shame and alienation.

Walking into her shift at ‘club unresolved‘, the room filled with patronly feelings.

Ignored, lonely spell caught up with her when she was having her smoke break.

She drew up a new sheet – the rules of this melody could go whichever way they choose.  One little minor grew into a major.

Tchaikovsky in need for  Concerta of this scale.

Lonely spell  – left without decorating the cake.

Allies can be few and far between-    Forlorn can’t take lonely spell with her into every one of her dreams.

Sweet relief falls like crumbs to hungry birds, not enough to satiate every lost soul.

At least Jesus had his merry sunbeams.

One year of Forlorn clenched fists, post sticky notes reminding her to breathe.

Begging for mercy.

Forlorn only wanted Lonely Spell to let her be another  Venusian friend – not some spicy flavored condiment that would only end up in regretful screams.

‘The Let go’   should bring comfort to sweet forlorn.

Weightless -gravity took hold her.

Luckily  Soul mate was quick enough to tie a string around her emaciated form.

His spirit grabbed hold of her – even when bone turned to dust,

disappearing,

 falling apart at the seams.

Forlorn, not for thinking she had lost a missing ingredient.

Forlorn because she never needed a magic ingredient to make her whole- she blinded her own eyes with a blow torch.

Moment of Epiphany.

A Stray Cat only gets to sleep in a babes cradle,

 if a mother forgets to secure the front door behind her- facing  Fallible street -Eastside of the mansion porch.

 

 

 

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*photo credit Francesca Woodman, Space2, Providence, Rhode Island, 1977, © George and Betty Woodman*

‘Always wear sunscreen’ – comes from a song .

Wisest life advice I’ve ever heard?

‘Don’t read beauty magazines they will only make you feel ugly. ‘

Quoting like I’m toting.

Screens -Scenes. Teams. Streams.

Rhyme it out until I get an inspiration to scream.

I Love screens. What to watch ?

Birthday party. 35 years old. I never wore sunscreen.

I went under the artificial  tan beams when I hit the isle of  Blighty. Cancer, I probably have.

The world is full of it. Boasting in its insidious arrogant fashion. We can’t slip away from any malady.

Life is a parody.

Stage screens. Projections. People hustling and bustling about in the form of shadows.

Cue: Audio – people chattering, laughing, Christmas jingles pop out like a pack of Pringles.

‘Once you pop you can’t stop’

Stream of consciousness interrupted by my very own human Bee.

How you doing ? – A total Joey from  the series ‘friends’.

Beware of enemies posing as your bros and sisters. Cut out cardboard – fake , one-dimensional – prankster – inanimate.

Politics have got me in the corner of a boxing ring, cutting teeth on my mouth guard.

Betray my thoughts and beliefs  when I mention the pantomime that is crawling underneath the flesh of America’s skin.

I don’t want to share any posts on this farce. Spread more hate and give more time to something that makes me want to spew my guts out.

Angry on behalf of  all that is left of humanity.

The stupidity line is growing longer than the start of the  poverty sign.

One screen dividing the people  and oh wait they are all in the same queue.

Branded – I can’t stand it.

Fuck Kim K and K west and all the KKK’s  and the rest of the Hollywood bandit Muppet crew in folly land with extra zest.

All lives matter. The best show on the cinema screen.

I’m about ready to pack my bag with the bare necessities. Head out to the jungle and live life with my true fellow earthlings.

If I could grow fur ,I wouldn’t need sunscreen.

What the hell are we humans even doing here when we can’t even adapt or evolve in our natural surroundings?

Destroy, conquer, divide- it’s a woeful stuttering thought.

Soon we will be paying for the air we breathe.

“Water is not a basic human right” Just  a thought from Nestle.

Stop polluting what was given to us.

Stop changing the screen to the scenery you want the commoners to see.

We are dying.

Hairdresser fed up of listening to other people moan .She applies for  a job to treat people in a morgue.

Silence .

Now you listen to me!

We all need to talk even if it is behind a screen – a mask .

I’d rather bleed from my eyes than cover my true feelings, opinions, and thoughts.

People can laugh. I don’t care.

Scan my soul  and I will pass every scripture criteria to go to any  one of your chosen heavens.

Arrogant?

Perhaps .

I reflect what I see in others. We are but mirrors of another.

Despise me?    Something inside me resonates with you. What are you hiding?

Drawn to me?    remove the smoke screen – brave soldier-admits and refuses to deny that we all share common dreams,

feel similar emotions.

Have days when it’s all commotion after commotion.

I scream – a throwback to the bairn I never intended to wean.

Heartless – that would mean I am aimless.

I’ve had my eye on a spot . That takes more heart and commitment than spouting out hateful , denounced rhetoric.

Chloridic.

Grief- ridden, sick chick .

She should have grabbed the knife.

She should have locked the door.

She should have put more clothes on .

She should have done the cha- cha- cha.

Would it have saved her?

Polo – life mint- raspy breath in need of sprightly death.

It’s fun to dream. It’s even better to live it.

Wear sunscreen?

Protection –  duty to our children- the ones who love us .

I say be reckless -not with others hearts- but be a part of the movement to dine with the  Ming dynasty, hovering somewhere above, a local art museum,in some loco town down in  Acapulco.

THANK YOU TO LINDA G FOR THE WORD PROMPT : SCREEN

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The song I was on about when my thoughts were rambling.

It takes two

MINI DAISY LIFE UPDATE

Well, more like a teeny show and tell.

First, a picture/quote, if I may?

 

 

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‘Not only do they still colour ,I know your Mama said no playing with Fire;
but melted crayons- create wax.
Wax and vinyl  a bit of funk and soul- create music.
Music brings hearts together.
Hearts all bleed the same colour.
The last time I checked we all have one.
Learn to Live and Love and Forgive.
May your soul be filled with peace and be happy.’

DAISY WILLOWS

THE SONG (from a series) THAT INSPIRED ME TO WAX LYRICAL ON THIS SUBJECT 😀

 

I am obsessed with this new series.

 

 

It has soul, funk, wax, vinyl, Afros,disco balls,Cadillacs , good music, comedy, great editing, great acting,dialogue, sexiness and  drugs  ( when it was still cool cos we didn’t know any better) and that kind of shizzle….

I’m in love with the Wordsmith- well my  inner teenage self is.  There are so many traits of his I want to blend with a character I am working on, in my creative writing studies.

 In the second episode:Flash &the fantastic four (plus one) are Inspired by  one of the   hottest D.J. mixers, in Manhatten, has to propose before he will teach them more about  learning to mix music, on two turntables, and get all scratchy ( it is set in the  late 70’s era ) –

They have 24 hours to figure out what a purple crayon has to do with mixing music that even today, still, inspires  the global music culture .

Shout outs and expressing my gratitude  to follow in my next post/s.

Sunday, We are heading to Scarborough on the coast of England -somewhere.

HERE to be precise 😀

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HAPPY FRIDAY PEOPLE! HAVE A GRAND WEEKEND!

This is my happy dance ‘cos let’s face it I am 100% QUACKERS!

I will make No apologies.

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❤ DAISY XOXO

 

 

Two hearts. One soul.

“If you are going to re visit the past make sure you don’t have any expectations. This is the best armour you can possibly have to protect you from disappointment. If you get something good from revisiting the past -it will be a surprise and a blessing” DAISY

I’ve learnt that time is indeed a great healer.

I believe that as long as my intentions are good and come from a good place then I don’t need no particular faith or religion in my life to direct me.

I know inside -already what is right and wrong. I was born with a certain code of ethics and life and the people in my life have helped shape and mould my beliefs and values.

I have got to a point where I am happy with my values and beliefs.

This morning I learnt a valuable lesson.

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We are not born evil.

We my do horrific things to each other in our relationships but relationships require hard work , commitment, compromise and respect and trust.

Love does feature and there is a saying that ‘love conquers all’.

I feel this quote can  only to be true when we know what true love means and what true love asks of us.

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Sometimes we say we love someone, for fear of being alone or because we are scared of not having some kind of attention.

 I am so blessed today as every day.

Especially today.

I have a beautiful family and we are all going to be able to take on the same name- the traditional way.

I will still be Willows on here but I will be Mrs Willows and our daughter and me will take on G’s name in the real world.

Today I received some fantastic news about this whole changing of names.

Thank you for not fighting me.

The past is the past.

We are never who we were 5 years ago, 1 year ago, a day ago or even an hour ago.

I was asleep 1 hour ago- not ready for today.

I am now Blogging and getting ready for what I need to get done today.

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We can be so ugly to one another when we are hurt, confused, insecure and not stable or thinking straight.

I’m so  blessed and grateful I have found my soul mate. We have an amazing child.

In 6 days time I  will let go of the name I have had for 34 years and take on a new name.

I’m so excited about this new chapter.

Sometimes we have to die a bit so that we can be re born.

It’s painful to let go and die..

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I’m ready to take my first breathe in my new life.

I know it is going to be worth it.

Don’t be afraid of endings.

Be excited that an ending usually means a beginning.

Such is the nature of life.

Like a circle we will constantly go through our ups and downs. We will be at the top of the circle sometimes and at other times at the bottom.

We need this balance .

I  needed  to feel hurt in order to know true love.

Blessings do indeed come in a variety of disguises.

My G or Gaz as he likes to be called is the best thing that ever happened to me.

We have been through so much and I still feel the same way I do about him that I did the first time I met him.

Oh he is a pain in the ass at times, stubborn and well… stubborn..but he has never let us  down.

He respects me.

Trusts me – we don’t have secrets even the worst kind .

He turns me on.

He is the whole package dressed up in a bow.

These are my words for today.

 

I love ART

“I don’t take part in these kinds of actions near enough, so here it goes. Here’s my quote. Since I’m not wired to share other’s quotes but infrequently, this is one of my own:

“Change your attitude and you will change your altitude.” I’m curious to see what you will do with this one. Bombs away!:)   ART ( ADVANCED RESEARCH TECHNOLOGY-life within life)

THANK YOU  for being a part of #FollowGreatFootsteps 

The first thing that popped into my mind when I read this is GAME ON! It’s just the banter   that myself and ART  have as Blogging friends.

The next thing that came into my mind is Art needs to go and check out a festival called drop beats not bombs  but I guess that came way too easy.. 😉

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BOMBS AWAY!

He has a beat..

Oh, he has a beat…..

Some   blogs are easier for me to describe. ART’s is not. This is a nickname he allowed me to use for him .Considering the the “woah this is some heavy shit we are talking about” topics I expected to have with him and his Bloggers

ADVANCED RESEARCH TECHNOLOGY.

I did not think I would have anything in common when we started chatting but don’t judge a blog by it’s title …

No he is not some guru who is trying to get you to convert to some new religion. His posts are challenging and baffling and I so want to understand it all that -I am drawn back – again  and again.

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DO I GET IT YET, HUH?

Start hanging around this dudes Blog and you will feel that heavy  attitude shift and just like you that ;

You will rise to higher altitudes with  a free mind – truly  open to discussion.

One thing I can say is ,ART is a true conversationalist.

I didn’t start Blogging just to get likes. I want to converse and learn new shit. Sometimes that means saying.

“I’m not even half way close to understanding but this is what I do think!”

There is no right or wrong – only a matter of perspective and ART  does write from a different perspective with flair.

So,I am coming in from a different perspective and giving you an insight into the different types of thinkers we have discussing or commenting or just reading in ARTS blog .

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A recent post of his.

There are No Flightless Words

“Words are spirit, and carry the life of the the one expressing them, within them.” ~ART

At risk of irreverence … God said “My word goes forth from My mouth and it will not return to Me void” … elsewhere, He said “let us create man in our image” … so if His word goes forth and returns to Him having completed the work He sent them forth to accomplish – and we are made in His image – we ought to be very mindful of the words we send forth.

How I hope and pray there are no foul words out there winging their way back to me with a load for the dropping …

 A COMMENT FROM SOME ONE WHO READ ARTS QUOTE

One perspective.

:) I’ll put the smiley face first on this one, as that is the reaction your comment initially stirred.
However, you hit on something very deep. Whenever God speaks, it is done through a man. There is a whole Book to prove it.
The relationship between God and man is not one of distinctiveness, but of overlapping Spirit.
In the Book, it is actually the Word inspired by Almighty, but penned by man, that does not return void.
So it is all in the inspiration, or Spirit behind the words, that determines the outcome of what is sent forth.
So again, at the risk of irreverence, what we send forth in the Spirit IS the Word. If we occupy this position, we should expect the intended outcome.

ART

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Another.

My thoughts. I feel I can’t compete with half of what ART speaks about but he makes me want to understand. And that is a good thing.

So here is me jumping in the conversation like I do on most blogs I follow (with my  “un evolved” answer)

so much power in words. I don’t speak like you folk do but – there is something to be said for conscious thought and deliverance of words. I believe even in spirit there needs to come with it a great deal of discipline -especially those who use these words of THE ALMIGHTY or  what-ever to educate or influence. I believe intention has a lot to do with it too.

DAISY XOXO

What I love about engaging with this blog is:

I don’t feel stupid.

I feel I can put what I understand down and that is what is important.

We all have to come to a point of understanding from some source. The start is always the best source – I’ve found I soemtimes get more things than others but shit does get clearer.

I like to keep my mind open and challenged.

This is one of the great blogs I follow which does indeed do that.

WANT TO BE A PART OF #FOLLOWGREATFOOTSTEPS?  HERE YOU GO

Wild with Wisteria

Hen do was a Roaring success.

The best compliment of the night. 

“You have put on weight”  A   FRIEND 

 Charming! aren’t we girls such a lovely bunch ?!

LIKE A SHOT TO THE HEART. I  laughed it off. I haven’t put on weight. I work out and I have muscle . Naomi has got nothing on this girl – HA! HA!

 

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Kiss my sweet ass -love and kisses  😉 xoxo

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mind state : RECOVERING 😀 ( much poison consumed)

Also a few words…

“You can’t tame me -don’t even try. I am who I am and I will not change. Accept it or move along…. I am never going to conform to who society wants me to be. Everything I do I do it because I want to. No coercion needed.” -DAISY WILLOWS

I know how to behave like a good girl when I need to. I also love to be a bad girl. A rebel heart doesn’t just die with growth maturity and the various institutions that life and society binds us to.

I am not an institution. I am a person.

I realise that it is way more fun being bad when I am good 80% of the time. .

So it is simple. I am  never going to change the spirit that beats and flaps freely in my rib cage. I have a secret door and it knows how to get out.

WHY CHANGE WHAT YOU DO BEST?

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I’ve been hit with every stick people I know can use on me but I still have wild stamped on my heart.

I will never lie to the loved ones I know about it. They may not like it but they respect and love me, enough to know that I have more common sense when it comes to choosing whom I feel like being.

I have no secrets.My past and all my wild moments I share freely.  No one can use that against me and it is the most liberating feeling in the world.

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Here the wisteria meaning and symbolism speaks of love lost, but also of the ability for the heart to endure in spite of rejection. In other words, here the weeping wisteria expresses sorrow, but it is also an incredibly durable vine, able to live (even flourish) through mistreatment and harsh conditions.

http://www.whats-your-sign.com/wisteria-meaning.html

High society

Middle society

Poor society.

Nobody can tell me who is my friend and who I shouldn’t be friends with.

I don’t care what you think about my choices and the people who are a part of me.

If you feel ignored and you wonder why people won’t give you their time, are  not interested in your life – it is cool.

Some people find a person who  is 100% genuine an and not afraid to be who they  are: intimidating.

People will talk. So let them.

They may use your creativity and not credit you with an acknowledgement – Let them.

Take your influence in what they  adapt as their own work as a compliment.

Inspirational people often only get credit when they are dead. So you may be in good  company.

If people confide in you, do not betray that loyalty even if they ignore you afterwards.

This says a lot about them more than you.

The secrets I have are the ones people have confided in me.

“I have loved, lost, hated, found, wounded, healed, loved again, succeeded failed, succeeded again, gained, lost, lost and gained again, thought, spoken, wondered, felt, believed, disbelieved, questioned, not questioned, over indulged , moderated, became elated, became depressed, became manic, became me. I am who I am because of my life experiences and because of the innate willingness and stubbornness to cease to be or to become.” -DAISY WILLOWS