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Much as I wish life was always sweet,
that every rainy day brought a coulorful treat.
That every blade of grass really tickled our ass
and that the bumps were only minor as the hurdles we pass.
Much as I wish we had no troubles to endure,
as we barely tread water as we reach for the shore.
Much as I wish there weren’t times it felt like we’re drowning
and our bonnie wee smiles were replaced by frowning.
Much as I wish no kids were abused,
no women were tortured and sexually used.
Much as I wish there was equality for all
there’s never gonna be unless we answer the call.
The call from inside, the silent screams of the tortured.
The ones that so many don’t want to hear
not realising there hiding from their own fears.
Scared to pay attention to the world around
their hands on their ears to drown out the sound.
Looking to La La Land where all is well,
they preach positivity in the stories they sell.
Never stopping for a moment to simply embrace truth,
ignoring reality and dismissing the proof.
In la La Land no strength is needed
only sweet things are ever seeded.
In La La Land you won’t have to fight to survive
you’ll never learn what it truly takes to thrive.
In La la Land compassion has dried up
because it’s easier to blame someone if they’re fucked up.
In La La Land there’s no space for tears
in case it triggers someone’s fears.
In la La Land don’t dare cry
and don’t dig deeper or question why.
In La Land there is no toil
just scatter the seeds on the top soil.
No need for water to wash our hands
as we’re too clean here to understand.
Dirt is needed to grow something big,
courage is a beautiful bloom for which we must dig.
Think positive they scream if you show your fears,
if you’re brought to your knees and shed your tears.
Never contemplating, blind to see that our knees offer support when the pain’s too much
and all we need is a human touch.
A smile, a hug, a reassurance we’ll get through,
that we can make it in this crazy zoo.
That though we’re weak we’ll rise again like the sun in the sky and the tides keep flowing.
Never pondering that from this pain we’re growing.
That positivity is knowing you can survive another day,
and being honest about what your heart needs to say.
That not topping yourself is the ultimate goal
when your legs are as weak as a new born foal.
So my friends there’s something I hope I’ve helped you understand
I don’t want to live in fucking La La Land.

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On Saturday 16th and Sunday 17th January Paisley was covered in a blanket of pure white, it’s all just pretty much melted away but the memories sledging down Saucel Hill will last a life-time. If I remember to back them up, my pics might too.  Warm wishes, Rashelle x

Beyond

There’s just no understanding
no attempt to see beyond
Beliefs blind a fractured mind
Thoughtless remarks
short of the mark
Lead to broken bonds
Bailed for blindness
a lack of kindness
no questions asked
just condemned
no trail by jury
just outright fury
name calling of the worst kind.
Ask the questions,
don’t condemn
Speak the way
you do to friends
Delve deeper,
try to understand
Out of the darkness
lend a hand
Why so angry?
Why all the hate?
Is fear really your fate?
Shine the light
on their broken hearts
Help re-connect the parts
of a bigger story than the one fed
lead the way out of the darkness
into which they’ve been led.
The path awaits,
and the way is clear
Show them love
when they demonstrate fear
Dressed up in all different guises
anger and hatred among its prizes
Remove the cloak, see what’s beneath
Never naked,
what’s underneath?
A sponge of a child,
repeating the cycle?
A traumatised teen
with broken dreams?
An adult worried for their survival,
a dying soul that needs revival?
There’s just no understanding
no attempt to see beyond…

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