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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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I just found this among lots of draft blogs.  I could probably add something about The Three Little Pigs but for the sake of posterity I’ll leave it as it was written.

Let us not rush into any more wars,
Not on the word of a liar,
If only his nose grew like little Pinocchio,
Or his pants really did catch on fire.
He is an actor that has learned his trade,
In the Skull and Crossbones secret ways.
He plays with false flags,
As he drives around in jags
Acting like we’re all toys
Here for the joy of the Eton boys
To die in their wars
While inflicting more sores
In a world already so deeply scarred
Minds so terribly marred
Step back from the madness we see
It’s the only way clearly to see
We’ve been programmed with the language of lies
Terror’s been spread in their well acted sighs
Contagious the disease has run wild
Infecting the future of every child
Now they’re calling for more war?
As Scotland’s showing Westminster the door
We ain’t playing your rules,
You blood-thirsty fools
The extremists are your creation,
A result of bombing a nation
Well that and your skulduggery
And out and out thuggery
You think we don’t know
How you write the full script
Then play it over and over in our minds
Our emotions heightened to blind
The tears we have cried at the times you have lied
Have left a gift in their place,
With clarity we looked at the news,
No longer buying your views
Stop acting like we have no choice
And start listening as we speak with one voice
We will not be manipulated any more,
We will no longer fight in your wars
Gone are the ways of the past,
Our true voice set free at last
Peace the proclamation as we move forward with glee,
Reclaiming our sovereignty, we set ourselves free
Into a future at one with the World
Educating and empowering the boys and the girls.
Creating a future that shines a bright light,
On leading with love instead of dominating with might
We’re so close now Scotland, and the death throes are messy
And Cameron may be a bully but he’s also a big jessie!!
He’ll pull out every tool he can find to even the field
But it’s harvest time now and it’s time to yield
The future they planned is ours for the taking.
A future at peace is one we’ll be making
Decommissioning Trident with our courageous hearts
Showing the world we can have a fresh start
No longer tied to the bondage of past
Finally from the chains we’ve broke free at last
Imagining the future, drawing it close
Energising the vision, we want to see most.
Vote YES on the 18th September,
A day future generations will always remember.

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I saw death on the cycle track today

motionless yet moving

seeming to sway in the breeze,

staring right at me

as a new pathway emerged

Nervous I pondered

is he coming for me?

I saw death on the cycle track today,

Adorned with a black trackie

that could be containing a knife!

Well he’s not gonna roam the town

with a scythe swinging round.

Staring I wondered

would death wear a tracksuit?

I saw death on the cycle track today.

You’re para, says the voice inside my head.

reassuringly to the quivers of dread.

It’s happened before, logic replied.

What’s that white light, my eye has spied?

A light on death’s trainers, as he walked away.

I saw death on the cycle track today.

Rashelle Reid, 2015.

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No-one understands it, they all think I’ve gone mad.

Stuck in this crazy situation that can only be described as bad

It’s a very controlling relationship that subtlety rules my life.

When it goes fecking wild it causes me much strife.

It chipped away slowly, making me doubt myself.

Took me a wee while to notice, I now reside in hell.

Can’t go out my legs won’t stop shaking,

You’ve probably noticed my voice is quaking

I look like an alkie, with the DT’s

Or a junkie that’s been brought to her knees.

Down in the dumps, brain fog clouds my head.

It’s even made me wish that I was blooming dead.

Weights falling of me, I’m a shadow of myself

Maybe I’ll just fade away for my final farewell

My feet get so itchy as I try to walk away,

Energy non-existent, need to wait another day.

It’s not just my feet, my legs and back too.

Can’t get to sleep, no wonder I’m so blue.

Just scratching the surface, skimming the shore.

As I scream louder and louder, I can’t take anymore

No longer got it in me to even look at a Facebook page,

It’s just not worth dealing with the internal rage.

I’m as up and down as our Highland landscape,

Too many days where I want to escape

Trembling inside, here we go again.

The volcanoes exploding, will it ever end?

All control lost now, as I keep tumbling down.

That never-ending smile now replaced by a frown.

A little, tiny butterfly trying to break through its cocoon

A little tiny butterfly tuned to the cycles of the moon.

The wings begin to flap and my whole world is affected.

Emotional upheaval with this thyroid that is infected.

Rashelle Reid

This hopefully explains a little why I’ve not been blogging very much lately. I hope to be back soon but couldn’t let National Poetry Day pass without sharing something with my friends.  Both overactive and underactive thyroid conditions cause a lot of problems for the person affected but also for their friends and family too so I’ve added some links that I’ve found particularly useful for anyone who wishes to know more.  I’ve also added the link to something I wrote last year for National Poetry Day.  Big massive thanks to all the supporters of my blog who’ve been sharing while I’ve not been around, really appreciate your support. Love and blessings, Rashelle

https://rashellereid.wordpress.com/2014/03/21/happy-poetry-day/

http://thyroid.about.com/od/bookssupportresources/a/letter-to-family-friends.htm?utm_term=living%20with%20hyperthyroidism&utm_content=p1-main-3-title&utm_medium=sem&utm_source=msn&utm_campaign=adid-52229e27-40b0-429a-93a7-b4cfe5e640a4-0-ab_msb_ocode-29576&ad=semD&an=msn_s&am=broad&q=living%20with%20hyperthyroidism&dqi=&o=29576&l=sem&qsrc=999&askid=52229e27-40b0-429a-93a7-b4cfe5e640a4-0-ab_msb

http://thyroid.about.com/od/alternativeholisticinfo/a/chronicdisease.htm?utm_term=coping%20with%20hyperthyroidism&utm_content=p2-main-4-title&utm_medium=sem-sub&utm_source=msn&utm_campaign=adid-52229e27-40b0-429a-93a7-b4cfe5e640a4-0-ab_msb_ocode-29576&ad=semD&an=msn_s&am=broad&q=coping%20with%20hyperthyroidism&dqi=&o=29576&l=sem&qsrc=998&askid=52229e27-40b0-429a-93a7-b4cfe5e640a4-0-ab_msb

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All this chitter chatter, thump thump, batter batter.

You’re this, you’re that, you’re a dirty rotten little Nat

Right wing, left wing, in the cuckoo’s nest we sing

Hear us call, we’re singing to you, it’s not about red or blue.

Un-balanced, insane, cruel and inhumane

Forcing people to live in fear and shame

With both wings in place we burst into flight

And now we’ve got our prey in our sight

A predator among us, going for the weak

Blind with greed thinking it’s the treasure they seek

We need to surround them, give them no room to move

A clear and present danger to our loving groove

Truth is our weapon and love is our shield

As together we walk into the infinite field

Voices filled with compassion just learning to sing

Don’t you know a bird can’t fly with a broken wing?

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Book

As I look at the cover my mind comes to life,

Curious and wondering what the pages may hide.

Lost in translation or factual information.

Poetry, prose or government manipulation.

What’s between the lines, I begin to guess.

As I allow the title to slowly digest.

Who is the author, what’s the agenda?

Tantalising tales or a murky mind-bender.

Recording facts or re-writing a story?

Re-telling history, like it’s not quite as gory.

Filling in the blanks, my imagination’s on fire.

Getting the full picture my ultimate desire

Interpreting symbols my psyche over-loaded

Trying to make sense of the secret’s encoded

Century’s missing, from the past we recorded

To cover up how we’ve been defrauded

Written by the victorious of the bloody battlefields

Our past marred with tales of stolen yields

Books are my heaven, my hope and my hell

How the story unfolds, only time will tell.

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The Hanover handover’s coming

the thieves are about to be unveiled

Will karma lead them to the tower

or will they make a pit-stop in jail?

Living in a broken nation

destroyed by a false coronation

Seeing the death and destruction

of a once industrious people

Traumatised by years of terror

It’s easy to become sheeple

Never quite knowing the cause

Of why we’re living in hell

Uncovered now the mysteries

The hidden truths we’re going to tell

As she sits in opulence

Our bounty under her crown

Selling uranium to the frackers

In the hope of keeping us down 

As we’ve come to the truth within us

We’ve uncovered the lies we’d been told

Re-visiting our tumultuous history

And learning the tales of old

This land of myths and legends

Is coming back to life

A resurrection of biblical proportions

Heeding the angels message

unlike poor Lot’s wife.

We won’t look over our shoulders

We’ll just keep marching on

Lifting our broken people

while helping those forlorn 

The Hanover handover’s coming.

the thieves are about to be unveiled

Will karma lead them to the tower

or will they make a pit-stop in jail?

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