A place to discover poetry and stories inspired by Gods Way of Love

Sunday, November 8, 2015


You can call me all the names under the sun for all I care,
your words can never hurt me - Gods light has already shined her Love upon my Soul,
and I've already felt the worst in me -
tis the reason I am forgiven.
Your words will burn and turn to ashes,
yet I,
will shine forever more.

My Soul burns Love for the rising sun,
and my Soul burns Love for my rising doubts,
as the rays of Love pour forth from God,
my heart shines through the darkened clouds.

Your tail will sting your very own tongue,
and you will die from the poison you reserved for me.
Nothing but death can be born from wickedness,
and you my friend hold no torch.

Yet nay, do not fret,
I am loved not more nor less than thee,
and you shall not be forgotten.

Our Mother and Father Love you,
they have you in their sight,
prayer to them my dear sib
and bring back peace to Life.

Sunday, August 16, 2015


I stood there,
with my sword in my hand,
covered in blood,
I don't know how long we had been fighting.
Enough for us to be both exhausted.
My enemy lay there before me, disarmed, also covered in blood.
I was fighting for love and my survival.
It was revenge.
This bastard had taken everything from me.
I cocked my head and looked at his lifeless body
- and I cried at what I had done.

I hadn't have needed to kill him
I had needed to Love him

Sunday, June 28, 2015

A letter to Shame

Dear Shame


 the gloves are off ...
... oh there you are you sneaky piece of shame. Thank God I know how you work now. My word, you are a tricky fucker. How smart you are, an absolute fucking genius. Outstanding really. No wonder you are one of the most powerful destroying forces ever known to mankind.

I'm amazed at how you work ... but I have to say, you are pretty cruel. You somehow figured out that the 'Truth shall set us free', and then, you went and planted yourself in the centre of our hearts, the place from where we truly speak, and poisoned us. From there, you smeared yourself on every unloving act that has ever happened in our life, actions that have either been done 'to us', or 'by us'. In fact, you also often taint the 'Loving' gestures of human souls too, you are that devious and conniving. And then like an octopus, you wrap your tentacles around our hearts - and squeeze, clouding our blood stream with black ink - contaminating our once pure selves until we are riddled with you.

So that now puts us in one big fucking dilemma - that puts us in one big fucking stranglehold. Its a catch 22 - a weapon of mass destruction, because you know that a human being would, on most part,  'rather die than speak of their shame. You use our fear of not being accepted or rejected by the world as a ransom - and not only that, you laugh at us in that place, mock us, make us believe it's our fault - knowing full well what you are doing, knowing full well you are to blame, knowing full well we will shrivel into hole of disgust . Oh dear shame, you must have been treated so badly in your life to relish at human suffering.

Skeletons in the closet, your hiding place. You have somehow wired yourself into our beliefs that if we open the door and let the skeletons out, then we are well and truly fucked on all levels. Not just fucked ... but proper fucked ... you make us tremble with terror. Its tragic. Our frozen state of silence prevents us from ever showing the world who we truly are. The crazy thing about it all though, is, that pretty much every single other human being is smeared with the same feeling, but because of you 'shame' - nobody says a fucking word - and so we believe that everybody else must be 'hunky dory', 'hey Ok'  'got their shit together', 'accomplished' ...'somehow not as fucked up as we are' - But its a lie, one way or another, they are just as fucked up as we are, because 'shame' -you are rife !!

But I got out of your grip the other day. I told someone about you. I told them what I felt ashamed about. Granted, my words choked on the way out, no fucking wonder, your hands were so tightly wrapped around my throat begging me to not expose you. But, too late - I did. I let you out of the bag, and my God, what a relief - Ironically, the person I spoke to about my shame, sympathised, and loved me even more - the exact opposite of what I thought would happen, it seems humans are not so desensitised, and there was nothing to fear after all. One brave human opening their heart seems to soften the hardened stone of the other, Love then flows, and it is allowed to be felt, sometimes for the first time in their life. I know Shame, you hope with all your might that we never believe we can be loved for simply being who we truly are - warts and all, triumphs and traumas, the good, the bad and the ugly ... and this my friend, is your biggest bribe- 'Keep quiet, or shall tell everyone your dirty secrets'. And we fall for it every time ... until that is ... we speak the Truth, and then, only then, can your spell be broken, and we are undoubtedly,
Set Free ...

I'm sorry to have to break it too you, but the word is getting out now of your ways, more and more people are starting to talk and understand how to escape from your cleverly constructed, manipulative, suffocating hold - and it feels promising. There is hope in my heart that one day, we will all be brave enough to speak courageously of you. I have hope that as a human race we will stop suppressing you with sex, drugs, food and alcohol, and instead, we will prefer to swallow the bitter sweet pill of Truth, for in doing so, you will be released from our hearts forever with tears. This release of grief will create a void, and in the space where you once wedged your malicious self, and new friend of ours can joyously make a home, and yes, that's no other than your enemy, our saviour ... LOVE.

I hope to never see you again, but I am sure I will at some point,
so until then ...

Yours sincerely


Thursday, June 25, 2015

The Achievable

Its unachievable they say,
so we rejoice in sin and bathe in shame,
turn a blind eye,
and it's God we blame.

Its unachievable they say,
tis saved for the messiah, thus mediocre is crowned,
perfection is slayed,
and its God we blame.

Its unachievable they say,
why bother, why try,
luxury fruit is to taste when I die.
and it's God we blame.

Nay God says, go forth with wide eyes,
the anointment is yours and the fruit is ripe,
receive my Love now,
and share my delight.

I tell you,
it is achievable

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

The Joy Of Giving

True Story -

I walked home one night and I said out loud "please God, help me to be a giver. Help me to not be so selfish" ...

I wondered how God would respond, and how soon ...

I walked a further 20 paces and the outside tube station sat a beggar. Knees curled into his chest, head down, one arm stretched out holding a half torn McDonald coffee cup. His other hand held a sign, saying 'please help with a little change'

Surprised at how quick God responded to my prayer, my voice inside said 'OH come on God, that is too cliche, I'm not giving this beggar money, he will only spend it on booze, come on, you can teach me better than that'

Another voice took over and said to me ' Just do it, and don't just give your coins, if you have a note in your wallet, give him that'

'A note' I questioned ...

'Yes .... a note' the voice confirmed

I opened my wallet, I had some coins, but there was also a five pound note, the only note I had. "A fiver, I grumbled, Im gonna give a fiver just like that "... Then I had a reality check, I said to myself ... 'a fiver is no big deal, of course I can afford to give him a fiver, come on, get a grip'. And so I walked on by and popped the blue note in his cup.

The beggar was so surprised, he was so grateful that I dropped a note instead of coins ... "Thank you so much" he repeatedly shouted to me as I walked down the stairs to my train. 'No worries brother, no worries, its the least I can do' I whispered to myself.

The next day ... I stopped by a posh hotel for a cup of tea, I hadn't been there for a while as its quite pricey. I ordered my usual pot of green tea and chilled for a while. Finally, I finished up, and asked for the bill. The waitress came over and smiled 'Oh hi there, I've not seen you for a while, don't worry, the tea is on the house, nice to see you back ', - You've guessed it. A pot of tea in that hotel normally cost five pounds. I smiled and thanked God for the lesson.

... the joy of giving. When you receive, you only receive the 'thing' ... but when you give, not only do you bless the other with the 'thing', but you also bless yourself by receiving the 'joy'... And is it not true we would all love to receive joy in our lives ...  To receive joy start by giving ; )

Sunday, March 15, 2015


Addictions ... what are you addicted too ?

Addiction is a massive subject, and so I'm gonna keep this post short and sweet, this is more of a note to self, and maybe it will jolt some folk who come across this post to think about their own addictions. Instead of me writing a ton, I will link a youtube post to seminars which explain all about addiction - after reading this post, I highly recommend you to watch this link here > Expectations and Addictions seminar

Originally today, I wanted to write about my recent 'Giving up Facebook' addiction, as it's been very interesting to not have it in my life any more, I will blog about it very soon. However, a little spurt of inspiration came to me just now to write a little on addiction, and so I wanted to follow through with that inspiration as I have not written anything for sometime... So here goes.

The thing with addiction is, it can be sometimes hard to tell if you are actually 'addicted' OR taking actions from a pure place of Desire and Love. (actually the easy way to know if are addicted to something is to take it away and see how it makes you feel, if you get angry, even mildly frustrated, then it was probably an addiction )

 Over the years I have been looking at my own addictions, to see how they play out in my life. I have asked myself  'Is this thing that am doing Loving to myself, to others, and my whole surrounding', and if the answers was 'NO, it is not', then my next question has been ... then why the hell am I doing it ?

When giving up an addiction, you often hear the term 'Will Power'... 'Strong will power will help you give up an addiction'. However, as I started to look at my own addictions, I realised that 'will power' alone was not strong enough, and what I ACTUALLY needed to engage in order to stop my addictions in the most powerful, ever lasting way... was to change my 'Will'.

 Errrm ...Is that not the same thing you might be thinking... actually it is not. 'Will power' is a change of 'Mind', whilst 'Will', is a change of  'Heart'. You can use your will power to stop smoking for example, however, if you have not changed your 'Will', then 'Your Heart' will still be eager to crave a drag on a cigarette, and effort on your part is needed to stop the action. If you had stopped smoking because you had a change of 'Heart', then you would not even think of wanting to smoke, on the contrary, you would not even need to TRY and not smoke, it would be like you have never smoked, there would be no desire at all, you wouldn't even think about it. I feel its very important to understand the difference between the two. 'Will power' may help the alcoholic stop drinking in the short term, which would prevent further damage to the body, however, the alcoholic will only really heal themselves when an acknowledgement is admitted in the 'Heart' for WHY they wanted to drink in the first place - 'not feeling Loved' for example. Only when the alcoholic feels the grief of not feeling Loved will the desire for a drink go away - as the grief is felt, Love can pour into the hole where Love was once absent. With Love now lodged in the heart where once the feeling of loneliness used to abode, the alcoholic would not be driven to drink - For Love would not do such a thing.
     I for example gave up eating meat after 29 years - I do not use my will power to try and not eat meat, there is literally no desire in me to want to eat it - So how did I do that ? Well, I was able to cultivate self love, and as the love accumulated, I just felt like I didn't want to eat meat any more, it was easy. I gained this sense of compassion for animals, which was once literally not there, I couldn't care less about animals before this moment. I could never understand how vegetarians could not eat meat. I literally never thought it possible that I would become a vegetarian/vegan. In fact, vegetarians used to annoy me.Only when I used my 'Will' in the direction of Love was I able to grow in Love, this Love continued to fill me to the point where I then had a 'Change of heart'. Through this process of growing in Love, I had a lot of grief to feel about the way I had been treating myself and my environment, including animals. I learnt from this experience that Love can do the impossible, and whence I'm filled with this substance, great changes can happen !

Every choice and decision we make in Life is either driven by an Addiction or Love

If you pursue an addicting, it will keep you imprisoned into a life void of Love. We often choose an addiction because we can't feel Love. Addictions gives us a feeling which we believe to be Love, or in a lot of cases, we are just so full of grief, and don't know what to do with our emotions, that we just think 'Oh fuck it' - then drink the booze, or snort the coke, smoke cigarettes, eat the junk ... the list goes on. Every action has a consequence, so be careful next time you say 'Oh fuck it' ... because if that action is not Loving, then eventually the 'pain' of that addictive action will have to be felt - one way or another. There are many addictions at play in life, physical and emotional. I'm still personally full of many addictions, not so much physical addictions these days, but many emotional addictions (which in the end drive physical addictions) - I can only hope that one day I have more changes in my heart and grow further in Love x