Floating in the Sea


I want to be a jellyfish, floating in the sea

All my sisters near and free

Drifting there with me

Stingers at the ready, for intruders or debris

Sunlight or moonlight or starlight over me.

Pulsing wind shouts above,

Stirring up the sea

Peaceful darkness deep below

Carrying my sisters and me.

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Quotes of the Day!

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Because there’s too much hate in the world and it makes me so super sad. We’re not born racist, or sexist, or homophobic, or anti any kind of humans or animals. It’s all about what is taught to us and the vibes we get from the people that surround us. Let’s try and raise children who respect humans of any race, colour or creed and are kind souls, gentle with people and gentle with animals. Children who are loving and caring and go out of their way to help others and fight for their cause even if it doesn’t affect them. Let them not be so spoilt that they find injustice against others okay or permissible because it’s not happening to them. Let’s teach them to look at the world with an open mind and work for something good. We can make a difference, albeit a tiny one, but a…

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Rainbow Dreamcatcher Earrings

Fashion Beads and Accessories


Hi guys, do you love dreamcatchers? They are usually perfect decorations for home or holidays, right? But have you ever made a pair of dreamcatcher earrings? Here, I have a fun and easy idea to share with you! Yes, dreamcatcher earrings! I just can’t resist the beautiful art of dreamcatcher, so bohemian style and also love the romantic meaning that good dreams are meant to pass through the webbing and slide down the feathers to the sleeper. Now get the colored embroidery threads, peace charm, feather and earrings settings to try and catch your dreams with this set of pretty gypsy jewelry! (Sourced from Quiet Linon Creations)


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April 30/30 Poetry Challenge #20/30: Natural High

amen ra music

I’m so high right now/

I can’t feel my face/

All that’s left is a vibration/

Better yet a constellation/

A celebration of eternity at my fingertips as I inhale the essence of a substance our country hasn’t found a way to tax yet/

All I see is purple/

So hazy yet clear at the same time/

My eyes are low/

Energy high/

All hail the chief/

Damn, I’m hungry/

The only thing that can satisfy my craving is to share this feeling with others/

Come through and enter my cypher/

Be careful, the first hit might hurt you/

This ish right here is pure and uncut/


The bud we were born with/

Breathe deeply, hold it in, and smile/

Feel your power and float on with me/

~Amen Ra

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Don’t lure, just respect !

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A caveman didn’t consider or demarcate his possessions what needed to be called “costly”. He barely wore anything to cover his hairy body neither his female partner or neighborhood. Yet, they lived a normal cavemen “type” life else, would have been acquainted such illustrious milestones to gossip about.


Contrary to that lifestyle, now people consider money,  jewelry, luxury goods or WOMEN as steep or sumptuous. I’m sorry, women?? That you have to arbitrate if my listing is wrong !

I see lot young girls on social media posting their semi bared chest and body to get more traffic on their profiles.  They consider such pics “hot” eventually gets “liked” by people. What they don’t understand they are losing self dignity. Getting likes on social media may make you feel proud for some time but, really ?? Is that how you make yourself proud?

Awww…. such a shame!

I am so…

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Making Peace


A voice from the dark called out,
“The poets must give us
imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar
imagination of disaster. Peace, not only
the absence of war.”

But peace, like a poem,
is not there ahead of itself,
can’t be imagined before it is made,
can’t be known except
in the words of its making,
grammar of justice,
syntax of mutual aid.

A feeling towards it,
dimly sensing a rhythm, is all we have
until we begin to utter its metaphors,
learning them as we speak.

A line of peace might appear
if we restructured the sentence our lives are making,
revoked its reaffirmation of profit and power,
questioned our needs, allowed
long pauses. . . .

A cadence of peace might balance its weight
on that different fulcrum; peace, a presence,
an energy field more intense than war,
might pulse then,
stanza by stanza into the…

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I am South African… I am SAD

Rants, Raves, Smiles And Waves

I am South African, I am White (well more of a creamy pink mixed with a bit of light brown), I was born in South Africa and have live here my entire life, I have not a had a simple life whereby struggling was a common factor in all my days, I am Proud of my Heritage, I Love my country… But my country is in disarray, there seems to be an ineffable nefarious following of happenings of late that leave us all in oblivion to the effects on the human spirit and mind.

It is simply infallible watching in dissolution, the amount of hatred and strife that is expressed on people different to ones self, this is utterly disheartening and chills me to the soul. What could justify enough hatred for another that you would consider them less worthy than yourselves? How can we as a nation comfortably stand…

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