Art and Poetry

Tapped Out

I'm visiting my past

To find that echo of myself

And set the record straight

To have a better way of being

As I tap to stay in health

We only need a set up

A specific phrase in mind

It's a question of intensity

So we can leave the thought behind

There may be lots of aspects

As we delve to know ourselves

But we test all our emotions

Chasing pain until we're well

I've made mistakes in passing

The shadow's there to see

But it's worth investigation

To find the real me

So now with affirmations

I can see my way ahead

Reliving and remembering

Believing better ways instead

Problems are dissolving

The hidden deep within

But with new skills and tapping

Personal peace begins

Wild One

Wild one- soft as butter

Beauty bound in tooth and claw

Eyes a watchful green

Poised with steady focus

Tail swishing

To win your prize

A flashdance grace

With pin point speed

A hunt to catch your prey

Then furry fury

Washed away with purr contentment

A melting moment

Cuddled up with warmth

Now sure of your supremecy

Which quite naturally

Is yours by Divine right

Angel Visit

Words pop out

With angels in my head

A pitter patter pace

Spritely in their

                 loving comfort Grace

Then with messages of joy

A welcome for the 

                 special gift of sight

A harmony and chorus

Heralding their tunes

                and worlds without end

A love that moves softly in the breeze

Brushing you

                  with a light fantastic

Life Drawing

Inspiration comes

And lines are drawn

With fresh perspective

To look at life

Beholding all 

That's pleasing to the eye

Colours put together

In a mixed media

Creating perfect harmony

A unique style

A brush with Truth

Capturing a moment

With bold strikes

Or smudged certainty

Sometimes a special message

With light and depth

To bring it all to life

Awakening the senses

Filling us with delight

A view of life

Interpreting our world

To a sense of wonder

Looking Back

I review my past

Looking through old photos

The same me but different

Adjusting my expressions

To suit the day

As yet I barely know myself

And all memories seem unreliable

So who am I?

With all my hopes and dreams

Some fulfilled

Whilst others are held dear

Tender moments, sacred promises

Wild passions

Some desires still running deep

It's all a passing show

And I still don't know

Who I am

Maybe I can go within

And learn to be silent

Let the true me

Show the way

Listening carefully 

So my heart sings

And lets me know

If there's anything to do

So I could get to know myself

By asking the question

And then just letting go

Of all that outer burden

Peeling back the layers

Of everything held in

Until I'm ready

To be exposed

Naked in the light

And I can see myself

Mirrored in the world.

The Solution

I'm feeling scared, lonely, frightened

Angry at myself

For lost opportunities

Seeing no way forward

Triggered by memories

Too painful to share

How could I let this go?

But I'm told there's a way

A tapping solution

That all this is a zzzt in the system

And tapping would release the cause

It's tried and tested

The perfect way to let go

Of annoying habits

Long held beliefs and trauma

That do no favours

Just trapped energy leading to despair

Which could be unblocked

So the past is forgiven

It's worth a try

I'm given a bridge to my awakening

Heartened that this could work

Guided by an expert

An artist that keeps focus

Uncovering all the stories

Listening carefully

Setting up a sequence

Teaching me the points

Checking my intensity

So I begin to tap myself free

With the aim of coming back

To the real me

All movies are investigated

The technique in slow motion

Detailed so no part is left uncovered

I'm kept safe

Guaging all emotions

Buried in unconsciousness

Until it's true

That nothing's left

To make me feel uncomfortable

Along the journey

To discovery

All aspects come to light

Then core issues

That have run the show

Can finally lose their grip

Upon the psyche

Making a world of difference

Chasing the pain

Until its down to zero

So then I choose

To be present

With a new way forward

Making my affirmations

Each time gathering momentum

Building up belief

So I can live my best version

Free at last to be the real me

Webbing the Surf

Standing on the beach

I hear cries on the wing

Of sqwarking gulls come to land

Making hieroglyphic patterns

As their feet touch the sand

A print out of webbed stories

Until the surf returns

Revealing once more

A smooth canvas

Shingled out and laid bare

laced with the flotsam

Of daily life on the edge.

Spiral

In the springtime, undaunted like the fool

We leap towards a grand adventure

Unfettered by responsibility or care

Just happy to live all that's on offer

Poised, we have the luxury of time

Flexible whilst we adjust to circumstance

Summertime and we bask in the warmth

Charging ahead in the joys of magnificence

We feast in delight

Certain in our steps in the dance of fecundity

Autumn is more assured

A 'post it' note to ourselves

To remember the good times

Before the fall and decline into grief

Winter and we're bare to the bone

With memories and complaints

A world hanging in the balance

Of old and renewal

Then as a miracle

A silver lining appears

Can all this merely be a mirror of belief

Now in the moments I do not need to sleep

It's all been just a dream and I'm awake

The cycle is complete.

Angela - 07500 060623

Email - angela.wellhealed@gmail.com