Tag Archive | life

SpriCulArts – Birthday Celebration Part Two


Wow, another birthday, another year for me. And I am feeling really good.

I’ve always wanted to see how  some of my pictures would look if they were displayed properly, so this is my birthday present to myself. I used metallic ink pens to create these pictures but I also have a small collection of  HB pencil and crayon art.

As my birthday fell on a Tuesday (yesterday)  I will keep on celebrating until the weekend as I’m working my way through my Chocolate Brownie Birthday Cake.

I’m so glad that my children had the sense to buy ‘Happy Birthday ‘ candles, last year the heat from all candles was something else, I thought the smoke alarm would go off.

Quiet Chatter

Quiet Chatter

There is a quiet chatter going on in my head

So many thoughts spring to life in flashing lights

seeking form to come into reality

and tattoo their status with permanence.

Ink inscribed hopes and dreams

swirl  organic over blank silent space

to reveal rainbow coloured  beads and shapes

decorated with silver or silenced in gold.

Empressfaith c 2012

SpiriCulArts – Fresh Start Metallic

Now that I have a name which explains how I sometimes act and view life, I am trying to be more gentle with myself. I decided to start doodling again after a break of a few years. Fresh Start Metallic is my first picture of 2012.

I Still Carry The Scars (1)


I confess

I still carry  the scars

How’s that for honesty?

It’s not easy to admit


Age has certainly got a lot

to answer for

Horror stories of my past

are thankfully shrouded

in the mists of youth

in the land of

“Did I really DO that

Didi I really SAY that?

We all have skeletons in our closets

some of us have  graveyards

It’s only sane to conclude


we all bear some scars.

No matter how fine


lip brush kissed

a scar is a scar.

We are all in this healing process


some of us need

deep strength healing

to erase the pains of life

to ease the trials of our ancestral lives

Physical scars heal over a matter of time

Mental scars

Spiritual scars






Imani c 2012

Just Saying

To all my Queens
Blessings from I to Thee
You radiant beings who light my soul
Who have dried my tears with your smiles
Peace be unto you all.
From the rainbow of womanhood
We have all uttered that cry
Why Are Men Such Bleeding Crap
And sighed a millions sighs

I have come to the conclusion
years of scientific research
that our handsome, bright intelligent males
don’t want to listen,
don’t want to hear what we are saying
when we make suggestions for improvements.
We always want to go up
Not be dragged down
Our crowns are weighty enough as it is

It may come as no surprise
That when queens come together
We do exchange notes and experiences
Horror stories and nightmares
Of our relationships
And yes we do talk about
And try to see any reason for this
Universal Condition of Jackass
Which seems to affect a lot of men who like to
Lay down obscures laws under the thin guise of culture

Wake up and get with the programme
Stop chatting fart in our ears and get the job done!
Stop bad mouthing those who glamorise their living
and look to your own and ask
Am I enjoying my life, being the best I can be
Or am I weighed down by false reality?

Don’t you know that time waits for no one
Much less men than can’t be man
And ‘Soon Come’ done gawn ahready
Tomorrow is here
And now is ‘Life’s Spare’
Now is next year
And what have you got to say?
Your children are looking into your face
And what can they really see,
You tell me….

No ifs and buts and maybe
That will not do anymore
You are meant to BE
So reign in your ego
Can’t you feel your crown slipping
(Bet some of you didn’t even know you had one)
Step forward
A husband
A partner
A lover
A father
A friend
Just Saying……

Random Thoughts 1

Sometimes a bus ride is like a white knuckle one, you get on prepared for a sedate journey and then all hell breaks loose with you hanging on for dear life, as the driver has just spotted a bit of open road  and decided to ‘ Let Er Rip!’ ….. and then there are times when  the bus is just toddling along, waiting for invisible passengers at every bus stop….

I have never been sweetness and light …….

‘Flogging A Dead Horse’’ never had any effect until I thought of my relationship, I mean how awful it must be to actually flog a dead animal and then it all clicked into place…..

I haven’t had a car for the last 5 years and miss having my own transport but I am more chilled out as I don’t have to deal with mindless drivers by offering sweet words of advice on how to improve their driving skills…

Why is it that at  Shoe Sales, the only shoes available in my size are really ugly, some even look like they have just been blessed with fresh air, a couple look like they escaped from the last century…..

People always ask me how do I manage to keep slim…. 3 children and a diet of Employment, Unemployment and Income Support ( precious little income and sod all support) will do the trick…….

Another scary thing is that I am hearing my mother’s words coming out of my mouth more and more…

“Money can’t buy  you happiness”- I don’t know about that, but I would have a bloody good time trying!

There is nothing like the sweet perfume of a new born baby….

I cannot give thanks unto The Father unless The Mother is mentioned also. There has to be a balance.

At the end of the day…is Dusk

I have gained physic powers on becoming a mother “ Mum, do you know where …?”