Moonlit walks , a substance drawn gives power and more 

IMG_2873the moonlight gives a feeling that floats 
moon beams on which we dance , oh the joy of the night 
each phase keeps the soul in balance 
the light that reflects upon the water , upon which we walk and dance 
our goddess of the night , binds us in a loving spell 
she guides us through the night , bathed in glorious directing vision 
we skip from beam to beam we sip from the magical moonlit well 
Formidable taste of music in form of tears of joy 
the dew sparkles upon herbs and spices , the light enhances enchanting spells 
under the power of moonlight lovers all night engage in loving temptations 
the silvery glimmers reflect from within all that’s desired 
from compassion to unadulterated crimson passion , onward , moonlight carries us 
never so alive when within Lunars bountiful fires 
when asleep the light layers youth upon the restful face 
peace in multitudes rests the unquiet soul when bathed in light of the fulmoons whole 
all who gaze into Lunars unequalled light gain bountiful and beautiful insight 
charming spellbound smiles that beam the beam deep within moonlit scenes 
Lunar is the only ruler of time and tide and only she holds sway over lovers soulful -hearts . 

Our Goddess Lunar . 
By Mark Higham . 

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When your world turns to dust , 

life’s dealing hand keeps dealing you a bust , 
when your hearts lost its song , 
when you feel you don’t belong 
Just keep moving along , hold your head up tall and stay strong strong strong , 
when you don’t know where your next meals coming from , 
when you turn over every stone , 
and your pockets are empty to the bone , 
when you find you’ve lost the sun , 
when you wish you’d not been born , 
when you’ve fallen that long fall , 
and the bottom can’t be found , 
Just keep moving along , hold your head up tall and stay strong strong strong , 
when your heart sinks like a stone , 
and your friends have all let you down , 
don’t you wear that angry frown , 
when you feel so so alone , 
and your nights are freezing cold , 
Just keep moving along , hold your head up tall and stay strong strong strong , 
When your in the lost and found , 
when your road stretches on on on , forever on on on , 
and you feel you can’t take no more , 
Just keep moving along , hold your head up tall and stay strong strong strong . 
Never Give Up .
By Mark Higham .

From Frued To Linehan

It’s Freudian in origin
it’s simplistic from Linehan
They both teach of what’s within
if we but listen to our inner sanctum speak
and never dwell upon the days we were beat
To rebuild our lives to betterment
knowing we’ve put right our many wrongs
as we listen to our inner song
and know true compassion means inner peace
and overcome the demons wrapped up in PTSD
We build a stronger character with visualisation
for the mind sees strength within self belief
For peace is the bigger factor upon the pathway that heals
It heals us with inner peace as we use the therapy known as DBT
By Mark Higham . IMG_1915

When I was young I walked many miles ,

back then I had youth on side .
I’ve done my time on this road of mine ,
I’ve done my time fighting time and tide
I’ve done my time searching this soul of mine .
Upon that road oh so much goodness I passed by ,
staying with solitude and plight , was for me an easier life ,
avoiding day and walking the night ,
I’ve done my time fighting time and tide
I’ve done my time searching this soul of mine .
Now age has me graced and my bones licked in pain ,
I look to age for wisdom regained and try to find faith in fellow man ,
for i have done my time and I’m moving on from a tide of haunting miles and far from that bygone youth of mine .
I’m calling time on my fighting wiles and resting these bones that hold so much time to catch up with my feet up and call it quits on a life long past , calling it quits to finally find some restful sleep .
Calling Time .
By Mark Higham .

A voice that carries across oceans 

a voice that blasts through the four winds 
and a voice that rolls across all seas 
an epic narrator that speaks to all nations 
and to all men of all religions and creeds 
all listen with awe inspiring belief 
everyone now wants and needs all things new 
for the world is turning against the elite 
and a man behind the voice to hold true 
Out with the old in with the new 
A world of fairness in which we live free 
free from the taxes and powers of axis 
free from the shackles of inequality and greed 
To burn the havens where money hides 
to bring to justice those corporations who burn our fields 
and poison our earth and pollute the air we breathe 
to share the wealth and redistribute the lands 
A voice that doth call to that vasty deep and bring up the needed 
to give back the freedom of choice and close the banks 
show transparency with no slight of cheating hands 
give colour to democracy and throw away black and white 
change the laws that keep safe the few 
put the three percent on trial in public view 
And give the rest of the people their righteous due . 
Time To Change 
By Mark Higham 

Sunny smiles

href=”https://dailypost.wordpreSunny are the pictures of the innocent
children whose sunny cheeks and smiles light the halls
all their pictures gathered upon the school wall
oh so happy – oh so charming one and all
surrounded by caring – loving teachers doing an honourable job
From little acorns we all grow like the light of the sunny heart
learning about the little things in life
smiling sunny smiles a bright and wide
aspirations grow wild even when standing in line
the smiles of my children make my days happy and sunny
By Mark Higham .


We’re all placed upon the wheel of life

we all await it’s turning

we take the good with the bad , that’s life ,

sometimes it drives us down into the mud

sometimes it lifts us up into the light

we all must show respect and patience

and take our time whilst down

to stay within the here and now

and learn to live high when lifted into the light

it’s the wheel of life just like time and tide

that holds us tight , because that’s life .

The Wheel .

Going local

Going loco with my locals

neighbourhood people’s sticking their nose in

my life , my business , leave well alone with the grief yawl creating

it’s not much to ask to be left to ones own devices

its like a witch hunt to know my life’s history

all the questions I once was polite to , but enough is enough

I’m going loco to keep to myself and post code

it’s not polite to ask questions repeatedly as it gets real old , real quick

they ask repeatedly to pop in and have a cuppa tea and a chat

to talk about or rather gobshite about others in the local flat system

im quiet in nature and reserved , but polite to give a nod , a hello and hold a door open

but lately I seem to be trying my best to keep a distance from the locals and all those who live around them .

In your face 

It makes me cringe to look you in the face 

I’ve heard it all before , seen all the tells 

I can read you like a book with all the lies I hear you talk 

you make me cringe as eye contact I need not make 

I know your language your body makes 

all the micro expressions and movements upon your face 

I cannot help it , it’s in my nature because I’m an Autistic Savant 

To Look you in the eye means I get deep down inside 

it makes me cringe and at time wish was blind 

but , still I’d know from the tone of your voice 

that your telling tell tale lies , I have no choice , I am who I am 

So don’t be offended if I don’t meet eye contact 

as it makes me cry inside to read your signs . 

Non Contact , Not Even A Glance . 

By Mark Higham . 

The magic of the human heart made manifest by love and pain . In ambiguity the heart does not live , for we are dreamers , shapers , singers and makers .

Invocations and equations of our loved ones words and voice , fourteen words to allow your chosen one to fall in love forever , seven words to allow them to go without pain , how to say goodbye to a dying friend , how to be rich , how to be poor , how to rediscover and capture dreams once stolen by the world .
The heart preserves the knowledge of all because the heart retains more miracles than the burning bush .
We look to the skies , we look beyond the stars and dream of far away places and know right there and then that the hearts magic exists .
The Miracles Of Human The Heart .
By Mark Higham .