The Off Grid Life

the off-grid life.

untied from the shackles of strife,

2017, the modern existence,

getting on the property ladder, how does anyone have a chance?
20, 25 or 30, forced to work to pay every bill,

going to work all hours, struggling to find a way, a life against our will,

needing the money from any form of work, mostly unprogressive, unhappy 
life passing by, frustrating, anger, decreasing self-worth, causing individuals to be snappy

unfulfilled, potentials are not met, working a job all day, unable to progress,

money is the key factor, for bills to be met, let me digress.

often they still aren't causing pain and suffering, stress and depression,

homelessness is rife through the country, a feeling of regression,

a feeling of being stuck, how to retrain and improve your careers?
speak to friends or family and the same conversation, doubts, and fears
if only another option was available,

one that was accepted and not just for the vulnerable,

the homeless, the people with nothing,

but how is this existence different? it is truly crushing,

once you can see that your life is consumed with working for money,

the soul has passed, your energy too, it can get so hard it's not even funny,

but who understands? in the face of consumerism, higher purchase, loans, and debt,

who is living a life, truly satisfied, and their dreams are met?

Not all people living off-grid are rich in cash!
but they aim for other needs; security in food & energy, it's worth a bash,


a growing transition for many people too,

it's not just for the hippies, the spiritual, it's for people like me and you,

think about it for a moment or two...

who would you be without your car, house and your possessions?
is that person you portray the real you? or do you blend in so people don't ask questions?
are you honest with your family and friends?

or do you sit behind a desk wishing it would end?
there is a wealth of knowledge of old traditions,

from a time when they lived without these conditions,

the conditions of social media, advertising, marketing ads or vlogs

when screen time didn't consume every waking hour, and children were fascinated with tadpoles transforming into frogs.

hours spent outside, climbing trees, playing at the park,

not allowed home unless it was tea time or had gotten dark.


a shift is happening, ecotherapy, wild schooling, bushcraft, and hikes,

forest schooling, homeschooling, people walking and out on their bikes,

scientists are noticing the effects on children's behaviors, reduced health issues,

ADHD,  also a boost in self-awareness, positivity, confidence and mental health issues

is it easier to sit a child down to hours in front of the tv, or ipad?

than it is to spend a few hours playing down the park with dad?

or baking a cake with mum, the importance of these skills are being misplaced,

in this consumerism world, with employees a number, in a life so fast-paced.


Off-grid living, the communities hidden away,

all they want is a parcel of land to look after their needs, but hey,

that's not possible, 'cause where will the local council get their tax,

with the community, living off the land, growing food and chopping wood with an axe,

the need and usage of government-owned services would become minute,

living simply and within your skills of the land, renewables used, an abundance of fruit,

food preserved in many forms, jams and chutneys, frozen meat,

enough food to last year-round to survive through winter, or in the heat,

the food produced off the land, tending the garden, and grown for nutrition,

the most important for life and health also said to aid in remission.

off grid homesteaders, don't need to take the flack,

with health as the focus, working outdoors to provide, lowering the need for prozac,
comments from shallow minded people need not be said,

the power of community, working together, I want to spread,

to include children in the transition, of conserving nature and our wildlife,


the tranquil setting amongst the seasons, watching the stars, that's my type of nightlife.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is my first time sharing my poetry, (after a few friends encouraged me that I should) please be kind and send your thoughts.

Also all words are opinions of myself in the modern world that we live in. 

This is not meant to cause offense, harm, upset to anyone, and if it does please understand that is not my intention.


Many thanks,

Seeds of bitterness

I didn’t know my grandpa very well, I had no idea what kind of life he had lived, no inkling as to how he had raised my family, I never knew how his childhood was like or what kind of things he did as a little boy. When I think of my grandpa, the first thing that comes to my mind is medicine, he used to take many, heart, blood pressure, diabetes, pain, swelling, the whole lot. I can’t imagine how he felt or what he was thinking, all I know is that in his last days, he was suffering. His past life had come round and was now taking back all the vigor and spryness that he had once possessed, his age had caught up to him. I try to think about what legacy he left behind, but I always come back to the medicines, I wonder about what my aunts, my uncle and my mother had to do for him to have those pills of relief, the money, the effort, the blood, sweat, and work that each of those tiny pills represented. I wonder how it felt to my family keeping this man alive, this man who had not been the best father, this man who  had neglected his family, that had started up fires of hate and resent that are still burning to this day within the hearts of his children. I can see the sadness they feel, the hole in them caused by this man, the loneliness, the longing, neither of which will completely disappear. My grandpa’s actions have already transcended him, his seeds have grown and are now releasing their own seeds, I only hope that the newest seeds will not grow crooked as their bearers before them and that they will bear fruits that will be sweet and free from the foul taste of bitterness.  And yet people who speak of my grandpa hold him in high regard, known for being sociable, for being able to start a conversation with anyone, for making a friend in every place he visited. They think of a humble man who knew how to cook, they think of a man who had a fulfilling life, who had raised a family and had managed to give them a future. My grandpa had two sides to him, and I’m not sure if I ever got to see either of them, but I’ve had plenty of time to see the results of his once being here and I feel that I’ll still see them in the years to come.

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to strangle


bleeding of love 

♥♥♥that feed♥♥♥

♥♥♥♥beating  hearts,♥♥♥♥

♥♥♥but flowers ♥♥♥♥

that never reach 

their intended 


only leave



to live





is like 

not even 

living  at all, 


but  the seeds 


dying  flowers 





5:48 PM 8/1/2013


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the taijitu of disparity

as long as

we keep an inkling

the size of a

mustard seed

that there

will be another day,

there is hope

for change

and growth.


as even those who have

no knowledge of

the virtue of hope,

are but slaves to it

as long as

a single soul

on the face

of the Earth

believes in it's worth,

and that is what

he who hath no hope

despises most.


10:57 AM 6/17/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The balance within inequality.

Man Vs. Woman

Altogether different, by nature draws together
One with hands of satin, the other, hands of leather.

X and Y , a different breed, by far, a different mental need
Whats physical and plants the seed
She suddenly feels the emotional lead
That he forsakes in the name of greed
Her sideways glance that he can't read
her heart that easily so can bleed
that fault of hers that he can't feed.
A man is a man, and a woman can plead.

It's as simple as that. X and Y
Accept it for what it is.
And you are his.

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my ode to starseeds


ode to Starseeds

tell you about being a starseed
not all it's cracked up to be
cos not all emissary's of light
shine a beacon of bright
some treat you like a toy
not something you would enjoy

and they freely admit it too
do you think i'm talking about you?
things messing up without explanation
starseeds, residents of most nations
fascinated with the multiverse?
i'm betting a starseed family curse

It's no curse in a magical sense
just a deal done in the distance
between a previous life of yours
and your chosen star system cause
don't worry, most are amazing
ying yang, bad apples in everything

can get rid of quite easily
like the ones finally free from me
you get Archangel Michael too
cut all the chords attached to you
but you have to ask a third party
as control everything your cosmic family

Implants in your pineal gland
elsewhere too, very prevalent
Umbilical chords also connect you
to your cosmic family this is true
warning though,if decide to loose
your cosmic family WILL DAMAGE YOU

not on purpose, just leaving stuff in
glad now gone, only lead to suffering
Pleiadian emissary's brought their bots
i'm so grateful, got rid of the lot
now no longer a Pleiadian starseed
of cosmic family: totally free

But I re-iterate most are nice
and can give you loads of advice
fix things,maintenance, re-pattern your brain
think like a dolphin; Truly amazing
loads of other things they can do
even the bad ones obliged to help you

so ask your higher self today
if your cosmic family are causing dismay
and if they are please get rid
and i'm happy to be lifting the lid
not all light beings do shine bright
some play with their charges; tight

your higher self will always be
a reliable brick of invisibility
get a pendulum and ask your higher
6th density self if your in cosmic mire
and if they are get archangel Michael
to cut the chords of your personal hell

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