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Saturday, July 28, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Clear Wide
Red faces that are sliding
Eyes that behold
Ring of dolly behind the door
Straight lines that are told
Blood drops on the floor
With red and blue behind
A white face appears again
Blue lines hit the side
My hands there now touch you
As I see a part of me
A title there does show
What is sitting in front of me
And every day I see this,
Yet it all escapes my thoughts
It is just a simple click of my fingers
That shows me what I ought
So as I take a slow breath
And recount what has given me pause
Im glad Im sitting on this side
And not taken all the applause
So next time you think
That heaven has rocked the earth
Take a slight step back
And really, give it a clear wide berth
Eyes that behold
Ring of dolly behind the door
Straight lines that are told
Blood drops on the floor
With red and blue behind
A white face appears again
Blue lines hit the side
My hands there now touch you
As I see a part of me
A title there does show
What is sitting in front of me
And every day I see this,
Yet it all escapes my thoughts
It is just a simple click of my fingers
That shows me what I ought
So as I take a slow breath
And recount what has given me pause
Im glad Im sitting on this side
And not taken all the applause
So next time you think
That heaven has rocked the earth
Take a slight step back
And really, give it a clear wide berth
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Spearmint Lolly Man
The girl, sitting there near the shop
Spies at the bottom of the lolly packet
A small spearmint lolly
WOW - I have forgotten the spearmint ones
And she takes it and eats it quickly
With a smile on her face
The next girls spies the lolly in the packets
And shies away
Her heart racing
She starts to cry
She turns and runs away
Hiding, remembering
Slowly dying inside
For the lolly
Reminded her
Of Him
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Sunday, July 15, 2012
You love you
| Its the monsters breath Getting slight He is trying to get at you With all his might He is trying to scare you now As he did before And here you are trying to calm and more You thought this would be easy Not as hard as this You have been given ideas To return to bliss You dont want to lay vunerable To the monsters teeth And really you know Whats lying beneath But what if he's not, that monster in disguse What if he is just a nice kind man Who wants to help as he tries It is your filter, the monsters put on Effecting you now every year on The panic you feel, is the filters glare Reminding you of the times back there All I know now, is you can escape You can keep yourself safe Not put up with his hate You have the power, deep within That little girl loves you Your protecting her from sin So here is a flower She gives you for now She lets you cry, she lets you howl She lets you shake, she lets you ball She lets you walk, she lets you crawl You have held her hand, through the worse terror yet Something 99 percent of people would rather forget You can protect her, you can get through The courage is right there Because You love You. |
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Saturday, July 07, 2012
Wind on my heart
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Wind on my Heart
Wind on My Heart
Two little girls
Step one by one along the path
Followed closely behind
By their mum.
The blonde girls turn to their mum
And see in the sky a quiet wind
Pointing, they notice
Layers of lovehearts
Multicoloured
Drifting in the breeze
Held by string
And the mum does not see it
She is watching the monsters behind
Keeping their nasty
Fire, their brimstone at bay
The footpath full of grass
"The hearts are so pretty" says the little girls
Laughing and giggling
The monster from the back
Breathing words of fire
Attacking, wanting the little girls
The mother puts her arms out
Lets balance girls
On the footpath
And the little girls enjoy the sunshine
Playing games in the spectacle
Looking forward, to the brightly coloured
Fireworks
And all they feel from the
Monster
Is the Wind on My Heart
Protect your children. Let them paint and draw love hearts, rather than be abused by who abused you. Stand in between the abuser and never let them past.
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Sunday, July 01, 2012
Faith of the Heart
Getting from there to here
It's been a long time
But my time is finally near
And I can feel the change in the wind right now
Nothing's in my way
And they're not gonna hold me down no more
No they're not gonna hold me down
'Cause I've got faith of the heart
I'm going where my heart will take me
I've got faith to believe
I can do anything
I've got strength of the soul
And no one's gonna bend or break me
I can reach any star
I've got faith, I’ve got faith, faith of the heart
It's been a long night
Trying to find my way
Been through the darkness
Now I've finally have my day
And I will see my dream come alive at last
I will touch the sky
And they're not gonna hold me down no more
No they're not gonna change my mind
'Cause I've got faith of the heart
I'm going where my heart will take me
I've got faith to believe
I can do anything
I've got strength of the soul
And no one's gonna bend or break me
I can reach any star
I've got faith, faith of the heart
I've known the wind so cold, and seen the darkest days.
But now the winds I feel, are only winds of change.
I've been through the fire and I've been through the rain.
But I'll be fine.
Cause I've got faith of the heart
I'm going where my heart will take me
I've got faith to believe
I can do anything
I've got strength of the soul
And no one's gonna bend or break me
I can reach any star
I've got faith
I've got faith of the heart.
I'm going where my heart will take me.
I've got strength of the soul. And no one's gonna bend or break me.
I can reach any star. I've got faith, I've got faith, faith of the heart.
It's been a long road.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
She has a Fringe with a curl
The man stood in the corner, I was so scared
He handed out tickets, To the public beware
I saw just saw a glimpse, Not knowing him there
Surrounded by statues, Without such a care
And there he served little kids, And there he saw me
Sitting in the corner, As quiet as can be
I did not know who he was, But all I knew was his might
I began to feel those feelings, I had been hiding within my light
He gave his little speech, they cheered him such a store
He stood behind the counter, Watching you forever more
A little girl of five, You wander quietly
And take his little ticket, As quickly as can be
And the little girl, begins to fuss and beam
Constantly calling out, to her mummy in her screams
She picks up the knife, All covered in blood
The man falls to the ground, Red becomes the flood
And she just stands there, Her mummy comforts her so
Her shame now lost, Forever in a glow
And when the police question her, Security beware
The girl sits staring, at the teddy bear with care
And all she keeps repeating, Is just what he did
How he humilated her, The sin he hid
What he made her do, for that little ticket there
The torture that he gave, without such a care
And as the crowds dissapate, and wander back to home
The news stories told, repeated in chrome
And the police leave her be, For she is just a little girl
She jumps over skipping rope, she has a fringe with a curl
He handed out tickets, To the public beware
I saw just saw a glimpse, Not knowing him there
Surrounded by statues, Without such a care
And there he served little kids, And there he saw me
Sitting in the corner, As quiet as can be
I did not know who he was, But all I knew was his might
I began to feel those feelings, I had been hiding within my light
He gave his little speech, they cheered him such a store
He stood behind the counter, Watching you forever more
A little girl of five, You wander quietly
And take his little ticket, As quickly as can be
And the little girl, begins to fuss and beam
Constantly calling out, to her mummy in her screams
She picks up the knife, All covered in blood
The man falls to the ground, Red becomes the flood
And she just stands there, Her mummy comforts her so
Her shame now lost, Forever in a glow
And when the police question her, Security beware
The girl sits staring, at the teddy bear with care
And all she keeps repeating, Is just what he did
How he humilated her, The sin he hid
What he made her do, for that little ticket there
The torture that he gave, without such a care
And as the crowds dissapate, and wander back to home
The news stories told, repeated in chrome
And the police leave her be, For she is just a little girl
She jumps over skipping rope, she has a fringe with a curl
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Arrow in Her Back
Slowly standing, the lady in red
The forest in the foreground
The Tree back in stead
Its noisy She Says
As she whispers to you
Silently in a message
Here, I will support you
And you wonder who she is
And you wonder if she cares
Because darn wizz, you need someone there
She offers you a number
Sitting there hoping you call
For Her in her red dress
The arrow is about to fall
So the red dressed lady
Just sit here and waits
Capturing the moment
Before Love and Hate
The forest in the foreground
The Tree back in stead
Its noisy She Says
As she whispers to you
Silently in a message
Here, I will support you
And you wonder who she is
And you wonder if she cares
Because darn wizz, you need someone there
She offers you a number
Sitting there hoping you call
For Her in her red dress
The arrow is about to fall
So the red dressed lady
Just sit here and waits
Capturing the moment
Before Love and Hate
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Friday, June 15, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Ritual Abuse Conference CT
http://ritualabuse.us/smart-conference/
The 15th Annual Ritual Abuse, Secretive Organizations and Mind Control Conference
August 10 – 12, 2012
DoubleTree near
Bradley International Airport
16 Ella Grasso Turnpike
Windsor Locks, CT
Internet conference information:
http://ritualabuse.us/smart-conference/
2011 Ritual Abuse Conference CDs are now available http://ritualabuse.us/smart-conference/2011-conference/
Conference Goals
- To help stop future occurrences of ritual abuse
- To help survivors of ritual abuse
- To name the groups that have participated in alleged illegal activities
- To unite those working to stop ritual abuse
Conference Schedule
There will be a small get together, deli dinner, dessert and early registration for pre-registered attendees only, on August 10, Friday evening. The conference will be all day on Saturday August 11 and Sunday August 12. Please check our conference home page for the latest conference schedule information. Some presentations will also be recorded.
The 15th Annual Ritual Abuse, Secretive Organizations and Mind Control Conference
August 10 – 12, 2012
DoubleTree near
Bradley International Airport
16 Ella Grasso Turnpike
Windsor Locks, CT
Internet conference information:
http://ritualabuse.us/smart-conference/
2011 Ritual Abuse Conference CDs are now available http://ritualabuse.us/smart-conference/2011-conference/
Conference Goals
- To help stop future occurrences of ritual abuse
- To help survivors of ritual abuse
- To name the groups that have participated in alleged illegal activities
- To unite those working to stop ritual abuse
Conference Schedule
There will be a small get together, deli dinner, dessert and early registration for pre-registered attendees only, on August 10, Friday evening. The conference will be all day on Saturday August 11 and Sunday August 12. Please check our conference home page for the latest conference schedule information. Some presentations will also be recorded.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Such
He was just a bad writer, not knowing what to do
We had a chat, a talk about writing too
And thats where I left him, I could not beware
For it reminded me of the past, that awful stuck lair
And I waited for a while, uncomfortably long
I thought he challenged me with another, feeling so strong
I got a bad impression, was he just like those guys
Would this happen again, I said, ever so wise
And I was told people would help, but I gave up there
For if you grew up with it, they don't really care
Would you wait and wonder, just what will happen next
Will they force you again, force you to have sex
The debate such continues, alone in your head
That old mode of thinking, sometimes you would rather be dead
For its what my dad did, many years ago
Reliving itself in this chatting, ever so slow
I get trapped, I run, I get trapped again, cannot escape
I remember back when I scream, I get upset, I repeat the words; that hate
A little girl crying out just waiting to be heard
Unsure what to do, feeling unheard
For the past replays itself, in your head
Just as you learnt to tie your shoelaces
Or eat crust on your bread
You learn how to relate, with your mum and dad
And there it repeats again and again making you sad
Not sure what to do, not sure what is said
I suppose you just have to trust that thought in your head
And here I am wishing again to forget the past
So AGAIN, I wont have to face this, as it sits and lasts
I can't give you the answers, I have not figured it yet
For I was treated with misery with utter regret
But once I break free, I will understand it then
I know I will get over it, with the help of such friends.
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Sunday, June 10, 2012
All in This Together
I was fortunate enough to be involved with many others in creating the following song:
Enjoy.
All in This Together.
http://soundcloud.com/catch-music-and-wam/catch-music-and-wam-all-in
In group sessions, we created a positive message about mental health. Music includes harmonica, guitar, bass, snare drums and slide guitar. Much fun had by all in creating this music.
In group sessions, we created a positive message about mental health. Music includes harmonica, guitar, bass, snare drums and slide guitar. Much fun had by all in creating this music.
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Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Concrete
Blue clouds
Writing in the sky
A small room
You walk in
Happy
The door is closed
You really don’t know what
Is really the fuss
You see his face
Its bad news
He asks you to sit
Your mind screams
He has something in his hands
This can’t be good
What you have gone through
Is telling you how bad it is
And you cry
You get up
And run
And run
And run
How can your own
Body betray you
Why does it have to happen
To me
And I collapse to the
Concrete
And Cry
Knowing
There is no escape
No escape
Just no escape
And you pick yourself
Up and continue
With the screaming in your head
The constant screaming
It becomes silence it is so loud
You pause
You cry more
You pause
And the screaming comes back
They give you a million things
To do
But the screaming is there….
For
You know
There is no cure
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Fast Asleep
The song beats
Drum kit comes in
Some words
A chorus
About
Unknown things
Drifting you back
In time
A knot in your stomach
As the music
Beats
Of how the artist
Tries
Some words
Unknown
But the chorus
Sings out
At you
That switch
That collects you
The beat that
Seems to call out your name
You turn it up
High
Because it says
Exactly how you feel
Their struggle becomes
Yours
And the drift of the music
The quietness
Says exactly
What you wish you
Could
They capture it
Just for you
To listen, in the car
The house
Your mind
That jingle
Until
In a moment to song stops
And you go forward
Knowing that song
Will always be there
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