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A revelation the voices resonate

Spiralling and spinning

The Web ūüēł of design deceit and desperation

Supposed friends who feign care

Who lead like the black sheep at the slaughter yard

All mice are the same time doesn’t curb the pain of the betrayed

Increasing circles with in circles around the world we spin hacking harassment

Sedition lies upon lies

Ignorance the valued accomplice trust the evil friend

Lie in the valley of pain join hands in the valley of pain

Pain delivers pain

No country no care only blank spaces

Thank you God or bless you all for the moment

Wolves of the desert wolves of the internet

Equity in deceit compensation for the pain

Pain begats pain

My mind split the night and opened to the dawn of knowing

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Secret world’s inside secret minds

Silence is the golden key to knowledge

Don’t cross the road to take a jewel

Don’t quest just be as the Buddha was

Eradicate human desire as it leads to suffering

Don’t quest to be more than thee

Don’t speak in rage stay cold and clear

Share not a word for if the truth is seen

Violent sadness will stain the scarlet cheeks

Knowledge is a dangerous friend

Love is a precious pain be still

Be still be silent

Be thee

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Firelight firelight flickering in the breeze  The sparkling embers swirl into   the heavens high To join the stars in cosmic union firelight, firelight  hearts are torn and drawn into the flames magic in the dance that leaps into the sky blackness entreats the souls to linger in the silence  wonderment pulls the flames  high into the stars The connection ephemeral  precious atmospheric dust sparkling on high

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The vote

The Vote

Echo’s reverberate down through the ages on democratic pages

Liberty in lexicon by Collin’s definition is freedom of expression

Opinion polls to squash and squelch

Flash and pop the cameras click in a media feeding frenzy

PR dictates a new agenda

A ministry of propaganda and re-enlightenment enlisted

The government so supposes that they all should smell like roses

A vote should be taken and censorship reinstated

Is the edge of doom found in an editor’s room?

Or does the publication owe a debt of consternation

No journalist cunning to have the tricksters running

No anarchist ideas

No picture reported

No reporter unscripted

Save the words that do not sting let the power bell ring in triumphant tones

No news to confuse the population

Freedom house in verse abridged would denounce the notion

Equality the victim of infringement

Even Ashoka would be shaken to his Buddhist core

Let the faceless men wheel and deal

Let fear of publication pass into the realm of negotiation

Let predator infestation be assigned to criminal investigation

Leave only a token to be spoken

Let the editor be stringent

Let white out paint the story

Keep the peaceful silence

Leave the skeleton in the closet

Let the print be for interpretation and don’t rattle the bones on mobile phones

No whistle blowers blowing to disturb the news from flowing

No little bird singing to set commissions zinging

No type writers ringing raising ire by mistake

No media conjecture in the hallowed halls of power

Let the vultures gather to masticate the morsels

The gravy train will kill you, if the driver doesn’t break

Put the champaign on ice as they rise to the top

Print complaints in invisible ink

Unfettered with the social graces they sink their teeth into the mineral leases

The ideal of liberty whipped and beaten

No blood in the streets, no ambulance needed

No breaking news only a transcript of old

Just crooked and bent the reel that spin in full digital exposure

Reporters eulogize while the cameras roll

Look at them now

How they deny

Blame someone else they cry

The bulletin sensation

No herald should be silent

No hush extended

No headline surrendered

The country applauded with indignation

Lest tyranny be disguised in fain discussion

The media legislation brought to a hue and cry

The hammer bangs down

The vote came around

Seal the deal

The speaker has spoken

Freedom of the press win the day but let’s not be complacent

Nor labour the fact, the attempt was taken

So, keep on your guard, lest we forget

They would indelibly

Print with invisible ink

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Russian orthodox Christian church so beautiful at  Monastry russia

The moon a mystic’s power

 beams fracture and reflect

streams ripple in celestial light

Imagination looms in shadow’s cast

Wolves howl and witches fly

Crescent moon’s whispered love

Dreams rendered and surrendered

Illuminated in ribbons of silver

Love lost and found in the moonlight

Hearts bleed as the blood red moon

provokes the tide to turn

oh that moon lovers cry with crystal tears

wet on scarlet cheeks

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Firelight……………………….. firelight flickering in the breeze¬† The sparkling embers swirl into¬† ¬†the heavens high To join the stars in cosmic union firelight, firelight¬† hearts are torn and drawn into the flames magic in the dance that leaps into the sky blackness entreats the souls to linger in the silence ¬†wonderment pulls the flames¬† high into the stars The connection ephemeral¬† precious atmospheric dust sparkling on high………………… louisa jensen

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Unrequited love fantasy and love Did i need love  Did i need your love Or did i need the fantasy of your love since abandonment sadness grows in tears and heartache precious pain love beyond reason . louisa jensen

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what of love maybe i slept too long dreaming a fantasy tale In nightmare blackness the dagger came Fearsome terror rained  undone by the light of dawn louisa jensen

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Tears Tears and the beating heart wolves gather for the kill Tortured pursuit Tears rain Storm clouds black blood upon the primal ground memory the enemy love lost .louisa jensen

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Forgotten god has forgotten me  I prayed for hope  I prayed for love I replied and I cried  I gave my heart rest hoping I was blessed BUT no i was lost to sad to see my way blessed and left  god has forgotten me I prayed for hope  I prayed for love  louisa jensen


BITTER LOVE Bitter sweet the bonds of love so brutal My heart bleeding filled with kisses from hell An eternity in tormented dreams My prayers given to celestial hope love broken then redeemed memories diminish to grey shadows across my path roses bloom in the garden Silence. Louisa jensen

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Rainbow’s in heaven

Pastel refraction in ethereal mists

Crystal tears in atmospheric shades

Dreams and prayers directed at the sky

Climb the path to heaven

A stairway to miracles

Illusions or delirium

Reality is seen in that distant dream

Rainbow’s in paradise. Well do exist

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sundown on the western plains

sundown on the western plains


The sun hung in the evening sky like a golden orb adrift in ribbons of fire consuming the light in incremental moments of spiritual perpetuity Awe inspiring moments reflected and held within the spectrum of earthly atmospheric drama This mere cosmic routine, miraculous in the reality of day and night we cast our eyes into the heavens and perceive the dying light wonderment silence realisation of our own smallness amongst the mortal souls Believe in eternity believe in power believe in the unbelievable What mighty hand created this world without end

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#sundown on the western plains a magic place to be.

The sea A Ship to its shore To fight the sea To crest upon its undulating force Danger given no credence here long the ocean voyage  Fearless men pitch their strength against the tide The sunsets The sunrise eternally in my soul Light and beauty amongst the  terror of the storms A ship to its shore a mighty destination louisa jensen

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A much under rated exercise

You get to see the pictures of the day pass you by

I try to walk every day

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Bespectacled and freckeled

Aged and wreckless

Tis simple thing to form a grin ūüėĀ

Unless your chin is in foldes too long to begin

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Isolated dreams

Dead and sad

Dreams no more

Cut the very heart ‚ô•

Blood and tears

Dreams no more

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Our day dawn’s and light greets our birth

Random choice sets the tone for environment

Circumstance attitude behaviour and affection guide us into adulthood

Kaotic transformation leads to deliberate desolation and abandonment

Character cut and carved into the beating heart

Love and empathy the spiritual emotional embers of the languages from the inner soul

Tangled experience stressful destinations and designated attractions bleeding from the moment of independent thought

Wholesale minimalist delusional philosophy

Creates a new objective life

Struggling into the sun we died

No more talk no more tears

No more work

Days gone inclined into the earth and the black ūüĖ§ of space sometimes called heaven

The end

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magic is every where 

The world is waiting to awaken

A silent killer stalks the streets

was it sent by God to take the soul’s away

To guide them on their way

Man has brought the evil upon himself

Some just cry and pray

We orchestrate our doom

The heart ‚ô• idealistic drifted into a dream


social media never saw the end

Mystery and mischief are the perfect storm

Revelation and destruction seems the only goal

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fantasy and love Did I need your love  Or did I need the fantasy of your love since abandonment sadness  grows in tears  heartache and precious pain love beyond reason louisa jensen

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If only I could be so much more than me

Maybe then I would see so much more than we

In the sunlight I fear the moon

Oh that terrible moon that promises so much

I wish I could go beyond and never see a reflection of we

Just the sun and me and peace in thee

The crystal clear of memory and ripples in the sea

Oh I could be just me

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Star crossed

I searched the moon and found it ever changing

I fell in love with a notion

Hearts ūüíē in need of revelation

Both longing from afar

Neither able to know the other

And longing left to chance

The wound was deep and love suspended

imagination left me precious pain

Ahhhhh thoughts of what might have been

Crazy magic in the air

Like lightning across the skies

Regret all too familiar

Age changed the outer me but inside my dreams were real

Love is never lost but found forever in the heart ‚ô•

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Magic is real if you look for it

A quiet voice can still be heard if you listen

Entice the mice All mice are the same play the tune the pied piper played Let the greedy rodents play the  game colour the earth, in hearts and roses A beautiful face, a beautiful place Entice the mice all mice are the same  Let the world dream let the fantasy be told let the wolf  howl at  the moon Let  the harlequin reveal the magic Heavenly bliss  in a lovers kiss Play the game in style Entice the mice All mice are the same  //////////////////////// author//louisa jensen// I wrote this poem as a reference to scammers taking advantage of the many victims who loose their hearts and life saving to unscrupulous individuals who pretend to be famous and wealthy people such as actors or royalty… They convince  and  connive to defraud the victims RE the great fazza rip off


The Cooing of Doves

Hey you with your sleepy eyes and you don’t say a word

Maybe the curtain of absence went down

My heart obeys you more than a ring on a finger

A flock of doves carry my longing for your gratification, it moves through my veins

The sound of the doves cooing melts my heart

People who dress in expensive clothes and business suits, still talk to me

God blessed you with a nice body, with some parts moderate, some extreme, and I was blessed with the skill to write a poem that the Nation of The Prophet will argue about

You closed the door to communication, you stubborn and abundant

You thought I would stop thinking about you, but instead, my longing increased

Maybe you forgot to lock the door…

Oh my friend:

Celebrate every Eid with me

Long live love, loyalty and justice ūüíē

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Butterflies or as my mother called them flutterbysBE GOOD TO YOUR MOTHER

Do you Care

Do you see me do you see me

You walked away without even a glance yet you held my heart in your hands

Did you look ,did you look 

A passing friend not even that was there in your cold stare

NO ,you don’t care¬†

what is love

what is love

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Poetry is an emotional journey of the soul it attempts to impart a story or an emotion to the reader in rhythms and cascading adjectives nouon or whimsical visions

Raw and Real

Loved misunderstood  and  coveted

Sadly begrudged and envied

Classified as sane or insane

Label’s , judgement and jealousy

Cruel and sad condemnation

Lost and lonely

Beautiful and benign

A delicate blend of creativity

Marilyn the movie star

¬†out shone the sun ‚ėÄ made the moon sick with envy

A soul is a sacred thing not to be categorised  and confined

The veneer was broken

The mirror cracked

The beating heart beat no more

rivers of tears

Yet the stars still twinkle in the atmospheric heavens

imagination has no  time frame

visions come and go as delicate memories of happier days

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The hearth

The hearth the fire side

Bliss is found in this microcosim

This world within the world

But a dark side looms from the

flickering flames in opposition to bliss

Obligation nessecity and responsabilty

Bleeding hearts ūüíē torn ambitions

Captivity gives way to nightmare and rage

Bubble, bubble toil and trouble

Release the wolves to snap and growl upon the very ground of bliss

Traditional purity and pious pretense

Health and home the redeemer of lost souls

Perverse love instilled by the fire light

Redemption has its place among the beasts of hell

Visions of castles and kings lost opportunity

Love and lust played out in kingdoms

Bliss rain’s like money from heaven

Stolen moments from the hearth

Insanity relieved and hidden away from view

Louisa Jensen


where did all the time go prayers to the sky

Rainbow’s in heaven

Pastel refraction in ethereal mists

Crystal tears in atmospheric shades

Dreams and prayers directed at the sky

Climb the path to heaven

A stairway to miracles

Illusions or delirium

Reality is seen in that distant dream

Rainbow’s in paradise. Well do exist

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The Path

Bells ring in the distance                                                                                 voices call us all to prayer                                                                                       Sacred text is a tangible connection                                                                        Ritual reminds us of the path                                                                      Religions have discriminated and restricted                                                            Ruled and reframed morality                                                                              Power bent and broken 

The Path may not be easy                                                                          Diversity assumes another truth                                                                              Unsure of direction we scramble in the dark                                                         To seek the certainty of light                                                                                    The lonely soul thirsts for grace

Like luminosity shining in the black of space                                                    Faith is the essence of conviction                                                                      Like perfume in a garden the aroma lingers                                                            Peace and kindness the dictum                                                               Spiritualists seek righteousness                                                                          They meditate on the inner self                                                                                Pious men pray for redemption and everlasting life

Theology has bound thought and deed together                                                     Prayer is our link to direction                                                                              The path may come from east or west                                                                   The path leads us to his door                                                                                   He wants us all to see                                                                                        That LOVE is the key                                                                                          Pray meditate or chant                                                                                             Learn look and listen to the sacred heart                                                            For god will find you on that path

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Mark the passing of the light

Pomp and ceremony customary

To see the sacrifice

Yet man made and avoidable

we mourned

the dying of the light

Your eyes were wet for many years and now your soul is deminushed

A portrait on the wall

A memory of the past

Saluted for your bravery

When all you did was die

Mark the passing of the light

The dying rays that touch the heart ‚ô•

Belonging to the world take advantage of the light

Time does not decrease the breaking heart ‚ô•

Mark the dark and fading light

Go with good cheer but mark the passion

Farewell to earthly troubles

Peace of mind and heart

Mark the passing of the light

Louisa jen

Earth Mother

Pour the water on the ground let it spread across the land

Pour the soul’s into the earth let their blood renew the ground

Cry your tears and let them fall in to the grave deep in the earth

Let religion cure the curse of men

Let love break the bleeding heart ‚ô•

Let men weaken and crawl upon the ground until true love is found

Fellowship across the globe across the land will let our hope stand

Did you not hear the cry of the land

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love meeting new people and seeing new places

Italy lake como

Make a wish its magic


Mask people wear

Bittersweet the bonds of love so brutal

My heart bleeding filled with kisses from hell

An eternity in tormented dreams

My prayers given to celestial hope

love broken then redeemed

Memories diminished to grey

shadows across my path

roses bloom in the grave yard

Silence echoes through the  night.

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Norfolk island

I have travelled here and travelled there but never left my heart in any other place

The beauty of the world surrounds me in this quiet repose on the shores of Norfolk island  

An echo from the past  but memory almost forgot  the name of slaughter bay

A prisoner’s retreat and Englands shame convicted souls lost here in histories page

Oh how suffering went before and yet here I sat to see the beauty which once had heard the cries

when will we learn to love

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Our dream became our nightmare

So intense the flames consumed us

The dreams  and  now the loss

Now we are locked in the nightmare

You took the mantle of ghost

I took the mantle of the wolf

A lone, I stalked you and lost you

I  became the enemy and fear replaced love

love now lies dormant in the winter of regret


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Did I dream too long did I fly too high Love gave me wings But I have long since crashed and burned I stand each day and cast my wishes upon the breeze l watch the tide and imagine you Love imagined or real Emotional depths untold unexplainable What began this story this desire this incantation what enchantment of magic Somewhere you are real Somewhere in another realm far far away I stand upon my distant shore and weep for dreams lost Louisa jen

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old maps are fascinating beyond belief to examine the old world as they knew it. Or maybe to take an adventure some where you haven’t been before along an old unknown road. I do love adventures but of course you need the ready cash to just up and go and thats not always possible but if you dream hard enough you will be there in but a moment no drugs required lol. They are an art all of their own ahh to explore to go where no man has gone before wait that was star trek.

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A window from cardiff castle

Beautiful uncertain of herself no matter how famous she became. A pedestal can be a lonely place.

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I have written a book about marilyn kindle louisa jen


you know me and therefore you know my heart

you know the days have not been kind

you know my anger and my  sadness

A  change has come and I see real love

its so intense, its unexplainable and the longing is cruel

love has finally revealed itself  to me

I have been neglected and accepted

I have  gifted my  heart and had it returned

It matters not  for the gift was pure

no anger remains just moments of deep regret

not at love but at my foolish heart

The world is a place of actors

Of masks and parts but I am an honest soul

I played no part nor wore a mask

If I am the butt of  jokes so let it be so.


Did you see the sun it rises each day

Did you see the moon and the mystic love

Did you feel love on the north wind

The days are long and the grasses blow across the fields

Red dirt from the inner southern land

Let the  land feel  let the people feel

let no heart be in tears.


Every bear is a bear ,Every heart is a heart


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coffee shops are just the best for a chat time becomes irrelevant

the one who like honey ,YORK

All the clowns were at the party


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healthy lunch with coffee perfect imperfection

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Butterfly pea flower tea, commonly known as blue tea, is a caffeine-free herbal tea, or tisane, beverage made from a decoction or infusion of the flower petals or even whole flower of the Clitoria ternatea plant. Clitoria ternatea is also known as butterfly pea, blue pea, Aprajita, Cordofan pea, Blue Tea Flowers or Asian pigeonwings.

Derived from a plant that is common to most South East Asian countries, butterfly pea flower tea has been brewed for centuries but only recently been introduced to tea drinkers outside the indigenous area. Butterfly pea flower tea gains its distinctive tint from the deep blue color of the petals that has made the plant a popular dye for centuries. One of the aspects of the tea is the fact that the liquid changes color based on the pH level of the substance added to it, for instance, adding lemon juice to the tea will turn it purple.

Clitoria flowers or blue tea flowers are used for their supposed medicinal properties in Ayurveda.



shared with friends or had alone what better moments


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rain falls yet here i sit and watch the water trickle down the window warm in the coffee shop. There are days too cold to go with out that warm cappuccino.

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