About

  • witchy welcome

I have been a secret scribbler for years, but am now out of the dim,

dark writer’s den, into the light of cyberspace.

I am passionate about peace, and am a spiritual activist who

strives to highlight the beauty in all things,

and the need for constant vigilance when it comes to social justice

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Some of my favourite poets are Rumi, Walt Whitman, Frost

E.E.Cummings,  Sylvia Plath, Mary Oliver and David Whyte.

They have soul and grit and fire in the belly.  If I could approach a tenth of their

shine and spunk, I would be in heaven!

VIOLET SOUNDS

gaia birth

goddess light

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart]

BY E. E. CUMMINGS

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                                      i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
 winged heart
 Meeting Place
by Violet

Where rubber meets road
where pedal meets metal
where ball meets bat
that’s where I’m at.

Warm kiss on lips
soft fingertips
where silk meets skin
that’s where I’ve been.

When lovers moan
there is my home
in that sweet spot
that’s where I’m got.

When Spirit meets sky
stars in my my eyes
when mind meets Maker
I am awaker.

When petal meets dew
that’s how I knew
that under the pump
I’ll never give up.

My home is here
where Spirit loves flesh
where gristle and bone
touch light and mesh
in searing fire of
soul desire.

Life’s ink meets skin
in soul’s sharp brand
pain tattooes me
constant demand
when face meets slap
I hope that I’ll
snap out of that.

When shove meets push
at the pointy end
at the black coal face
I hope I’ll bend
I hope I’ll bow
when sh*t hits fan
I hope I’ll know
to loose tight grip
let ballast go
throw overboard
my spade, my hoe
the plodding tools
of ego trudge
the lessons drear
the yoke, the drudge.

Lie down with me in Elysian field
no wrong, no right
give up all fight,
on blades of grass
be pierced by Light
where Love claims us
deep in our dark
and thrusts on us
its lover’s mark.

Come meet me love
I long for you
and all the other
lovers too,
bright scattered seeds
apon the ground
I yearn to put
my arms around.

Where broke meets heart
a place to start
crack open wide
that armoured part.

Let’s offer hope
in tender touch
my hand is out
I offer much. 

Dedicated to my starseed brothers and sisters, fly high, beloveds.

Because in the deepest and truest part of  Us, We are  OneHeart and therefore contribute to the suffering of All in this  interconnectedness, I offer to each and every one of you, the Hawaiian  Ho’oponopono healing prayer and sincerely wish you All lasting Peace.
clouds hopop

goth angel
enchanted

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