Archive | August 2016


Olympus lights fires

for Gods clashing for the throne.

Strength is everything.


©Jacqui Slade

Mutiny Of The Soul

Waves of anxiety

stress that their currents twist,

creating billows and

storm surges to drown in.


Fear is not seafaring,

it’s voyage never calm.

It’s a mere buccaneer

rousing rebellion


with cutlasses of doubt.

Pirating certainty,

a pillager of hope

shipwrecking happiness.


Marooned spirits dwell on

islands of their unease.

Apprehension is a

mutiny of the soul.


©Jacqui Slade

Collective Effervescence 

Collective effervescence

throbbing drums, beating in hearts.

Pounding in their amusement

the primal rhythm joyous.


Nature is celebrated,

the starry eyed worship dance.

Barefoot coupling with their souls,

branches sway in unity.


Tripping to a moonlit song

in spirited harmony,

ancients carousal wildly

their eugenic kindred bounce.


As the night parties with stones

relics hangover the morn.

Sunrise heralds the dawn of

the original ravers.


©Jacqui Slade


Vivaciously ever shining,

Incandescent in auras light.

Brilliant its essence vivid,

Rousing a spirited air.

Always flaring optimism

Natures sight is a coloured joy

To behold the miracle of life’s gift.


©Jacqui Slade

The Last Horizon 

Souls afraid are torn between

celestial parallels.

Stars and seas beckoning that

death and life are but kindred


entities. Spirits waver

on tempestuous billows,

crescent and irresolute.

A dream drowns, it’s demise a


red giant of despair. The

dust residue is fragmented

casting an ominous shroud

disorienting light.

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The last horizon falters.

Dimensions shift. An essence

evolves in strength of darkness

Hope is reincarnated.


©Jacqui Slade


Energy’s transfusing,

universally it

moves. Auras burn sparking

atmospheric fuses.


Sensations emanate

dynamism, it flows


through shadows, time and light.


The emotional force

is current with past and

future bound. Unconscious

it creates a cosmic


synergy. Karma is

an empyreal height,

its luminescence a

radiance of fate.


©Jacqui Slade

It’s Not My Fault You’re Insecure 

It’s not my fault you’re insecure,

your jealousy’s got out of hand.

I just don’t like you anymore

because you’ll never understand


that you despise my honesty,

to your own faults you’re always blind.

Ever attention longingly

unceasingly you seek to find.


Perhaps you’ve been devoid of love

as you strive hard to be adored.

But then you give people a shove,

you’re dropping them when you get bored.


Problems are blamed on those you use

to boost your ego for a while,

constantly others are miscued

always the victim you’re reviled.


The truth is that you’re just the same

as the souls that you criticise,

so take your selfish blinkers off

as ignorance is never wise.


©Jacqui Slade

Broken Shadows 

Clouded spirits lament,

laden with grievances.

Their dreams smothered by

obsidian dimness.


Misty veils obscure, tears

rain on windows. Time is

suspended, overcast

by fate suffered. Clocks stop


and all hope is lost. Hearts

palpitating in doom

slip into slumber. Night

falls with weary visions.


Sun bounces on glass

reflecting clarity.

Weakness dissipated,

Strength in broken shadows.


©Jacqui Slade


Success is not a number
or a balance of paper
banked. It’s not a tally
of acquisitions acquired
or ownership of desired
things. Prosperity is not
a company of friends or
eminent acquaintance.
Triumph doesn’t travel in
a collection of passport
stamps, feast on luxury
with quantum quantity.
Winning is simplistic, bank
gratitude and loving hearts.
A happy souls wealth’s humble
and immaterialist.
©Jacqui Slade