WISDOM: Creativity

WISDOM: Creativity

As the threads of your creativity weave together they form a slingshot.

To catapult inspiration, intuition, insight & understanding into the transformative world of your life.

Never under estimate your creativity.

Liam August 18

POEM: Shitluck Dude

Poem: Shitluck Dude

He kicked the dirt with the boot heel high,

Jacket dusty, jeans ripped at the thigh.

Tongue cracked & dry, by nicotine & Jack D.

A night at the table with cards & Mc Fee.

Ace of Spades, Queen of Harts ,

Colours , numbers , royalty , cards.

The poker made broker the longer night

Mc Fee had the hand , in the other a knife.

Dude , hit the shit at a quarter to four,

The cards were down , the money no more.

Jack D was dry,

Lucky`s gone in smoke.

He spat on the floor,

No one laughed at the joke.

A fist cracked his jaw,

The blade sliced into his thigh.

He butted Mc Fee, blood burst at the eye.

Kicked in his groin , the poor bastard screamed.

Game now over Lucky he seemed.

Then he grabbed the bucks,

Glass crashed to the floor.

Notes flew through the room,

Stumbled, while running out into the gloom .

The tales not over, the story not done.

Shitluck dude had had his fun,

Then turning round with a bloodshot eye ,

The barrels blasted and Shitluck cried !!!!

Spun to the floor, shoulder spurting red blood.

Pain was crazy as he chewed the mud.

Then twisting his head

A glint still in his eye,

He cracked a smile,

Before he died.


POEM: The Gate

Poem: The Gate

My home, beyond today waits patiently.

Heaven, is that place held in my eternity.

Though I seek, question where I go each night.

I need not to look beyond the flight of that intrepid flaming star .

Oceanic is that shoreless sea.

Truth is, I’m that drop,

found in this me.

Beguiled my moment at the door.

The dream of life of love, which comes before the fall.

It’s those secrets known to few, but known to thee.

The sun & moon

The cosmos, you & I

We look

We laugh

We love

We cry

Mystery wrapped in awe, what exists behind that invisible door?

Ages of man march forward in sequent toil done.

Contend the knowledge that at the very end.

We shall meet our maker at the gate.

Then we shall leave.

Live this life, don’t wait.

Liam 2018

Poem: Excitement

Poem: Excitement

I’ve felt excitement.

Yes, that smirk, that chuckle of glee.

Bubbling up inside the true, the authentic me.

It’s not that often or that now.

Yet some how when you smile, I laugh.

I’m free, you liberate the joy the intensity.

Sparks, flashes of humor.

I reflect a glance in your iniquity.


It’s what we have done.

It’s what we have begun.

Unpremeditated authenticity.

Touching, manipulating implicating we.

It’s me alive in your autonomy.


Oh yes please, I’m sparkling

I’m immersed in this momentary effervescent now.

Excitement overcomes the stated.

The causal question of just how it occurred .

The magic, the love, the true joy of ….

Who we are.

Who we strive to become.

Who we grow to know.

The potential, ours is the ground to grow.

Excitement, truly exciting.

Liam August 2018


Mindset belongs to the unconscious operating system of one’s life. Thereby it influences fundamentally the way individuals perceive life. This could be either positive or negative. Is the glass half full or half empty.

Think before you speak.

“Think before you speak.” These are the wise words that my mother shared with me as a child.

Now as a man, I say, “let’s meditate before we think, so that the words we share be they spoken, written or even our very own thoughts, be imbued with the deep insight of our true subconscious mind”.

Liam 2018 Aug

Poem: Thoughts while enjoying an Ice-cream.

Poem: Thoughts on an Ice-cream

Should love taste sweet, Like the ice cream in my hand.

It’s flavors of stracciatella, vanilla & double chocolate.

Linger on my tongue but cold.

Still the sun illuminates,

Warms the heart in me.

Melting my awe leaving me the delicious taste of love.

All is flow, hot with cold,

Here and there, you and me.

Move through my senses, out to the horizon.

Back to my book, onto my taste buds .

Am I tasting our connectivity?

Or is this refreshing moment inducing you?

Am I being seduced by life itself?

What joy

What harmony

What simple peace

Floundering in my head

Laughing quietly instead

Of wiping away those troubled sticky drops.

Fallen sweetly to my daily bread.

Liam August 2018