Sick & tired of the excuses you’ve got, sticky & hot under the collar million dollars to the top. When the beat drops feeling you like raindrops, pop in the pan handstand fire crackling hot. Got heat in my veins rain stones in the water, caught in the middle fiddle playing my thoughts like try as I might mighty reign on the throne grow clear when I hear my soul call me home. This nine till five taking everything we’ve got, got dust under my fingernails starting to rot. And we’ve forgotten blotting paper making a start, my heart singing to begin pulling the system apart. Particles startle the stars, when they sparkle blast hard mark shards in the past. Dark golden arrows marry progress to our path, craft a future is the only way for us to advance.

Sometimes I just wanna stay under the covers, got a rash on my neck from sticking it out for others. I’m a mother, lover, I’m a sister and a daughter, queen of the hills and I’m queen of the water. Lost in my thoughts, caught in a net of fine fibres, I’m trying my best not to get tangled in the fighting. It’s pulling us down, tugging at our thoughts, I’ve got a permanent frown and my whole body hurts. I’ve Lost connection and attention to my soul and my mind, I need an intervention a directional sign. Sticking plaster over a half-assed love, unpicking faster than an ill-fitting glove, but if it fits then we can kick it over the hills and above, when the stars start laughing they know that we’ve won. They Calling me mama sometimes I need to be the daughter, Put up a damn and the weight of this water is shorter than the journey between now and the afterlife, wonder where pain laid before I started to write. Thoughts rise unseemly as I scrub myself clean, I see yellow leaves that used to be green and the red robin telling me something I’m too exhausted to hear mist on the hill spilling disaster in my ear. Mist kicking grit licking my eyes as I stride I find mud under my journey and nowhere to hide. When pride rides before the river running her course The damn comes calling precious water roaring with a force. Wind bringing minimal things from the beginning, unwittingly lifting past damage and sinning. I’m swimming through dark days into middle age, redbreast rejoicing to be free from her cage.

To blow out your candle would have taken a force, of course the horses were so wild fate had to run her course. If you pour fire on a wick it doesn’t flicker, the wind tickles the earth a birth of water in a trickle. Your flame burns bright hides shadows in the night, the wind sings melodies the birds take flight. You were snowed under till you were comfortably numb, Feeling the suffocating pressure of a finger and a thumb. Stream dreams heal people around you, kneel in the moonlight to relight your candle. More trickles join the struggle turn it downhill, stray from the path past a fresh cut daffodil. Till this re-birth is worth a river of your dreams, know that all those other trickles will turn into other streams. Follow snowdrops, tighten your cloak, this river is a power now you’ll never be alone. Duck eggs in a basket, ducklings into swans, there’ll be no moss on the rocks now that you’re gone. We lay your salt in the earth and float on salt in the sea, because your stone rolls stronger now your spirit is free. When you roll a stone its growth is unknown, you were smoothed over time when all the seasons had flown. You were homegrown with your toes in the water, salt of the earth the first ship in our port. And I was imported northernly the wind listened contentedly, you taught us all important things, these things were always meant to be. You meant so much to me a gentle wizard on the breeze, these tears hear your melody washing out to sea. Paper boats in a bottle of dreams, earth, wind and fire tie desire at the seams. Our streams meet on the bedrock you sowed, held our tears in your treehouse in homespun gold. Fold your cloak fill your soul with yellow roses, no moss grows unless she knows your soul chose it. Father time standing still on the shore, with openhanded understanding handing me liquid to pour.

Only you baby, you by my side. Only you baby, need you to survive. Only love, love, love, love in your eyes. Only truth, see red moonrise. Dry your eyes our time together is fragile. A smile means more from a genuine friend and I’ll, cup my hands, scoop up your pain, replace it with love sunshine on a rainy day. Change the wind in the beginning we were singing, a song of humanity and lessons of humility. Sipping tears, from each other’s shoulders, and the giants of the universe were sent here to hold us. You’re like the ocean, The ocean at night. Like the ocean feels the rain, you gently suffer and I breathe your pain I went insane, to outer space, where the Gods and ancient spirits said they’d always know my name. I see your face when I’m in the darkest place, the spirit of the lion seemed to make your features change. You’re by my side, it made me brave, protection for the dreamer and the wisdom of the Mage. Sun setting reflecting perceptions of a blessing, lesser than a resurrection of friendship, before time begun, and the war of the worlds was ready to be won. We were winners, in the living and the women were the givers and the singers of the finishing line. I cry. Tears for believers and the leaders and the healers and the bringers of life. You’re like the ocean, The ocean at night. I gave you stars, But you gave me the sky

I met an unexpected traveller a man on the hill, and he extended his hand and I expanded my will, because I’d seen his shadow on the floor and on the wall, but if I’m talking this talk I need to walk the walk. Is it war? Don’t think I’ll ever be sure. My 100% is 100% more, Than the fallen boards calling his shadow to the door, bringing instances of damage his effect to this cause. More dawn, than the sky can provide, I’ll ride higher than sun running into sunrise. I’ll fight for what’s right, dry my eyes, making a stand in this thinnest of light. I’m surprised, things haven’t blown sky high. I’m finding your time is twice as nice as mine. And my loose lips are taller than his footprints. Lipstick kisses scrubbing out in this final rinse. I’m breathing in, I’m breathing out. I am an earthquake unleashing a seismic shout. I will open my mouth, so I can open your eyes. Strip the fleece from the back of this wolf in disguise. I see you leading, lambs to the slaughter – what kind of example d’you set for your daughters? Showing them the worst, that a man can do, while you vow to protect them, from a man like you. I met an unexpected traveller a man on the hill, and it quickened my heart made my mind stand still. I held on to my will and my mission was the way, and my admission when you listened to the things I had to say, was that, today is the day no more games, quenching hell for one to raise another in flames. And the basket case to bring the wind of change, whispered promises of knowledge but gave a ball and chain. We’re gonna break this water, this torture, smoke and mirrors giving more than a thought, to the daughters of the daughters and the sons of the corpses. Tongues on gums reflect in water where he poured it. This breeze breathing new life freely, Is evenly distributed in favour of a new me. I look into your reflection, say it with my chest, injecting new perception my intention was the best.

Boundaries, binding me I need to push to feel like there’s something to believe, I lean against the current swim upstream from the sea. Believe what you please but please don’t judge me. This lonely road well worn with thorns, hordes of birds squark, tree’s holding their mossy court. My thoughts wet like the rain on my page, it breaks me to hear what they’re trying to say. The pain of being open a broken branch, crossing over and hoping for a handwoven part, in the tapestry of tragedy I keep the real me, thankfully feeling free but under lock and key. Shadowy images I can’t pin down, if I dive too deep my emotional boundaries will drown under the weight of a greater pain, rags to rags in three generations nobody taking the blame. Game on, stiff upper lip, lift the lid on this treasure chest I’ll be breaking the link. Running for the hills chasing the thrill of release, I’ll be immersing myself in the realm of birds and bees. I ride the tidal pull and it’s strong, roaming in the foam as soon as I could I was gone. From long tables, to fables of the dolphin, unable to shake away from the hand I’ve been holding. I can’t deny I’d like to bask in the glory, of sharks past caring not scared of sharing reality. Teeth chatter no matter what we believe, leading me to see the inner beauty of this beast.

Missed calls, dinner on the table. Cat’s cradle for more than I’m able. Floating on dreams, waking on a bed of nails, unravelling the shadow of fairytales. Missed calls, dinner on the table. Cat’s cradle for more than I’m able. The wetness of dreams leaves me feel unstable, unravelling the shadow of my own fairytales. I’m swimming weightless, let me taste, the traces of my greatness the dreams that I chase. I push back against the braces I face, heavy boots laced tighter than the loved ones I embrace. I free my mind, it’s closing time, shutters down on the sound of the diamonds that we mine. I’m diving deeper it’s a sign of the times, pushing back against the pressure of this daily grind. Dive in, let me begin, reflection of reality the dreaming that I’m in. I’m a hunchback hunter hunting for a treasure chest, giving thanks to mother earth for the gifts with which I’m blessed. Undressed, eyes on sticks are glued in, faint-hearted warriors are drowning in a mood swing. Swing low sweet chariots are waiting, Floating on the liquid of the life I had a stake in. Tie me up in your celtic knots, dip me in the river give me everything you’ve got. We’ve forgotten, what was written in the shore line, wet sand landing rotten to the core. I unwind, as I sink into the current, link me to your thinking pull me up into your turret. Let me loose my locks are floating your boat, if we row it together we can both cross this moat.

She tells me I’m a viking. And I celebrate each new day that the night brings. Nestle into the gorse talk to the horses, as the birds sing riding high on the wind. Pick shrooms from the mountain, she tells me I’m a viking. My blood runs hundreds of years fast, we came from the sea on clouds dip down as they pass, masked and armoured. Nature charms and disarms us, and our hearts and souls lay buried where they found us. Children of the hills our willpower stronger, than the pull of the moon on the earth and no longer, are we sword to sword, on my word it’s an honour, when she tells me a viking and I sit here and ponder. And I conclude as I lose myself in the dew, and my boots stamp goodness in my health, that the viking in me, is not as it seems, because I stand and I lay claim to be a VIQUEEN. Queen of the hills, queen of the earth, queen of my innermost universe. I’m queen of the sea and I’m queen of the dirt, viqueen of the world when I gave birth. So speak to the clouds, speak to the birds, greet your ancestors cos they will nurture your purpose. And I stand braced against the wind and I lean, into my calling, as re-born viking queen. Viking queen I lean in and I call, to the viqueens who’d lay beside me if I fall, and they’ll link fingers within weave the grass when it’s tall, lining the halls with all the glory adorning the walls. Fallen angels, bringing greatness to the table, a fable belatedly relating from the cradle. My viqueen sisters raise each other like wolves, Feeling tides of emotion from the moon’s lunar pull. Pulling on the low tide, pushing on the high, dry and mighty rightly striking in the glare of my third eye. Open like potion, broken like frozen, ice in the eyes of the ones who were self chosen. The ocean dodges, weaving with the water, raising the gaze of her waves washing over her daughter, like a lamb to the slaughter taught me lessons more, to not losing sight of battles we won when we fought. A wrought-iron gate, awaiting a newly written fate, check-mate, make love not hate, because I know, that she’s a viqueen too. It takes one to know one from me to you. So embrace your fate, share and share alike, your viqueen future in the stars and it shines bright.

I’m alive, I’m alive! When my fast-paced racetrack of a mind, runs away with the time it’s okay to cry. My riverbed of tears never totally dry, I take a moment, in the moment, listen to the clouds they will whisper to your soul. It takes a moment to taste a moment, for the world to slow down, for your inner self to show. It takes time for the real you to grow, you need to take time cos it’s something that you own. And it helps me looking up at the trees, and it’s healthy to relax and just breathe, lay back, relax, just breathe, just be… whoever you may be. I’m alive, I’m alive! You know what time it is, to the tippy-top I strive, I stick and I move and I duck and I jive, the busy-bee’s back new honey from the hive. I’m truthful, I’m graceful, I’m righteous, I’m peaceful. I’m loving I’m not deceitful, real love sees all as equal. I wanna be breaking these cycles of violence, not making a one-size fits all type of silence. So take a moment, to take in the moment, the clouds rolling by pull us shoulder to shoulder. We stand together whether short or we’re tall. The weather’s heavy if we can’t learn how to talk. So taste a moment, don’t waste a moment, we're taller than the sum of all for one and one for all. I’m taking my time tryna find my way, I’m taking my time finding ways to say what's on my mind. Because I know it’s right for me I know I’ll find, the way to be a better me and just be… whoever I may be. Just be.

Run boy you’d better run for the hills, when this damn breaks open heavy emotion will spill. Filling the colour-scape I’m hiding away, behind the whites of my eyes and the fear of another day. Sun splashes masking the sound, Of the colour sliding down my rainbow to drown. My teeth are ready and they’re sharper than my tongue, I’m chomping at the bit so get ready to run. I’ve been hiding miles of ancestral sorrow, behind these pearly whites shining bright for tomorrow. Hold my head high paint a smile for the world, cover clouds casting a shadow over my birth. I’ve been drystone-walling inequality, pent up aggression, stuffing the gaps with my unease to give a nice impression. Tooth fairy fairly close but barely watertight, this damn is close to bursting under heavy duty floodlights. And, damn right this damn would damage you, pushing through emotional magnitude. Forcing a grin through thin gritted teeth, tasting the grit through the soles of my bare feet. This grief, buried deep beneath, stacks of wood cut by the keeper of the keeper of the key. I’m keeping the real me free from years of fairytales, slowly picking away dirt from underneath my nails. Beautiful like the rosebud blossoming in summer lights, sun raise the spirit make you live above life and beyond. Like dream on. Freedom, strong. Change like seasons, free like the wind through the trees, natural there’s a million reasons to love yourself, so pick one. Don’t you dwell on sorrow, time aint borrowed we must live it, choices cradle your palms, only you can grip it only you can choose the right path. Only you, only you with the spirit, don't pass on any opportunity, equal to every face in your community, precious like a diamond with a face of beauty, as a whole piece together we are unity…