Evenings Musing

How do you feel at the end of the day? Welcome to this evening post by Psychedelic Wizard. This blog will cover poetry, some info on my new short story, and some interesting facts… but not in that order.

Bring some life into your home! Plants are like ‘essential’ to have in your living spaces. The oxygenation and the vibrant life force are surely enough to strengthen anybody’s weary soul.

This is a dracaena and I recently got one for my birthday. They make lovely additions and are quite chatty.

Increasing the green space can boost mental clarity and help alleviate some of the symptoms associated with depression and anxiety. For example I notice I don’t feel so alone when surrounded by flowers or plants. Don’t let the idea of this put you off, you don’t need a jungle to feel the effects, which are very real indeed.

Poem to close the evening is called: Sundown

Sundown – Acrostic

So as the evening flows like cool air
under the wood bank lay the coal diggers
not to be charged until day
does not make it any less okay
or an owl that fleets its wings
winding down the fig leaf makeshift crew
not even close to have known you 

Have a read of the dark thrilling romance/erotic short story ‘Discovery Avenue’ with a new part added daily, sometimes more! Feedback always welcomed especially on the platform itself. If you are happy and enjoyed this post then please like, comment and follow my blog to support great content! Also check out my book Beach Town: Hope for a free copy of the eBook for a limited time!

Discovery Avenue – TMaxHarrison – Wattpad

I Have Feelings Too

The body is made from flesh and blood and bone

but my mind is a precious moment

feels everything and everyone

so when you call my name from the mountain tops

and I see your smile which makes my stomach drop

you have thought and love on your lips

soothing to the ears

metal that smacks the rocks

a word or a fleeting threat

destruction inner turmoil

yet, you don't consider

how they feel

You have conscious thought and choosing that for negativity or to hurt others is not kind. To choose to say something with the intention of causing distress, to bully, to intimidate or to demean, shouldn’t be encouraged. Even comments you consider to be fairly ‘okay’ can cause others upset. A lot of people don’t express that hurt and they just move on. But think about that. It isn’t a control mechanism, it is respect for others which most people learn through childhood. I don’t think there is a place for deliberate hurt in this world or the next. Community doesn’t rely on one person. So, when one person is the negative source of hurt, cut them off. It can be painful, but better separated from the cause than be a part of it through blind acceptance.

Don’t Be Afraid.

Welcome to Psychedelic Wizard. This is a welcoming environment where you can openly criticise and reflect without fear of persecution.

I’ve gained followers, and I’ve lost followers, which can be disheartening. It makes me wonder if I did something wrong, or if I over did my posting. I don’t intend to bombard you, rather, to post a sufficient amount of content that I like to post and which I enjoy making, and which can be reached by enough people to potentially create a bigger following. So, losing followers although sad is understandable, if the values are not in alignment anymore. What I mean by that is the people unfollowing are not feeling the site energy anymore or perhaps are fed up and not interested. I always appreciate on-going support and want you to know that. I am grateful for the audience on WordPress. Some of you have been liking, commenting and more for many years. I just hope that I have an audience in the future.

I do get disheartened when I see other blogs with thousands of followers, who probably got that in a lot less time than I even got to 500. I have tried to post consistent content for a few years now, but somehow my post counter doesn’t even seem to be close to what it should be. There are occasional glitches in WordPress sites, such as some appearing ‘unsafe’ or ‘virus ridden’ even though they are not. I suspect the content on the sites are a factor, and have been classified as dangerous because of that. I have struggled to access certain blogs from time to time because of this issue.

But it brings me happiness to see long-term bloggers who are still contributing and putting effort into their amazing blogs. I love to read them and explore new sites and topics. It always amazes me how little they expect in return. I won’t name anybody but I am so happy to be following a few blogs which have been motivational and inspirational for many years that I have been reading. You may know who you are!

My Wattpad story: https://www.wattpad.com/story/307873965-discovery-avenue


POEM called Don’t Be Afraid. It is about the uncertainty and doubt that can create issues in our lives. Ultimately, having the courage to move forward, to triumph over the unknown. My other post Into The Tunnels is also about that bravery, in different circumstances

I was a child who was afraid to look under the bed once
there were men who used to say the most harsh things to women
life was a bubble that we all wanted to burst
everyone had to quench the fear of their thirst
or their last breath that they gave
as the doors were crushed
halo of gold dust that fluttered beside me
seeing the way
and creating no barrier
a sea that is devoid of anger
replaced with content

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Three Steps To Strength

Reckoning
It is the time for life, for love and for freedom
hearing you call my name across the still of the lake
watching the eagle fly
or the head of the snake
devoured

Breaker
My arms are holding onto the ledge
my eyes are deflecting the pain and the beast
praying to God, 'how can this be?'
my lonely existential anguish
breaker of the ravishing
illusions

Isolation
Cannot think, cannot heal
all I want, is to feel
love that you should have given
I would not ask for more
instead isolated
wondering what more
can be taken

Reflection
In the mirrors you are no longer a smiling face
no longer content to live in pain
acceptance of the truth
one escape or way out
... and where were all you living beings
... and the sunlight on my darkest nights
oh, 'just too busy, living for eternity' 

What Happened Next
I am the wall that divides heaven and earth
the soul who's million year adventure was built, verse by verse
alone and content, seeing evil beings, repent
I smile again, you see me strong
so many people, have now long gone
what happened next
I was the best, you were the rest
undying and no longer simplifying
my strength is a rock
the silent ticking, of the universal clock.

Some music to relax to.

Have I Been Deceived?

Have I been born

into a world of rivers of blood

the sea that crashes against the waves

a long lost sought fraught ticking clock

that rests near your side

how painful has it been

 to continue to look inside

amidst the passing of nature

the growth and the rise of spring

dwindling of winters pale gusts

locked away in your safe box

waiting for the sound that the bells shall chime

at midnight

where lost souls gather with the flocking birds

that is not what I heard


It’s about more than death, this is one of the greatest songs on the album. The message of hope and strength, born from pain and suffering.

Loving Me, Loving You.

I have purchased the domain psychedelicwizard.org. It will not appear in the address bar unless I pay for a premium plan, which is £15 per month. I am considering it, but I think getting the domain was a good move, as the .uk and .co.uk versions had already been taken, which I found quite frustrating. But usually I am laid back and relaxed with no tensions.

How are you this evening? I managed to watch Thunderball, one of the better James Bond movies. Sean Connery era really was great and the movies still stand up. I don’t know how to feel about the last James Bond, No Time To Die, other than the ending left me not-very-happy with the studios and writers. By now, the movies are literally big adverts and nothing more, which is a shame. As back in the 60s, the movies rocked. They rocked right until 2006 Casino Royal, and 2012 Skyfall. The only 2 decent movies from Daniel Craig which I honestly enjoyed. Let’s move on before I get a throbbing, raging ego of things-to-say.

Loving me, loving you. Following the most over rated theme of all time, love, which is dangerous and annoying. Why is love this sacred revered sanctimonious load? It hurts and kills people, makes people go crazy, hurt themselves, to act weird and spend money on useless junk that neither of the couple will keep, unless in a long term relationship. Why are people bending over backwards, working out 7 days a week, wearing tight woman pants doing yoga in the hope their fit bodies attracts someone for what… love? Listen up kids it’s about to get real, love is a lie and it is a waste of time, try and put more effort into eating healthy and enjoying life. It will save you the heart ache which will be a complete waste of time. Unless it works out, which might be because you didn’t focus on love, but the relationship.

Today’s poem is called: Love is the not love

Love the burning ashes on your skin

black clouds that form across white wash water

a dim candle blown out in the wind

slap across the face, is love in action

or the inaction of inedible bodily flesh permeating

lackluster romance nonsense in the rim of your jar of jam

no love on my plate

so you sit and stare, hand me a cold tea

Love is on my side

Masculine power, upright tower

your moans of humiliation are no roadblock

on the path of the brave

the soldiers and the knowledge seekers

you don't spit on my tombstone

I see the mirror image of ice translucent memory

love is on my side

I have seen all that there is to see, on the sinside

when the thunder comes raging

and bolts of electric shoot through spring air

you have the air in the ere

grooving night scene

mass multitude machine

you are the barrier beyond the fold

fake Gucci handbags and laced down bottom ups

sounds like a load of quarks 

When You Have Strength

Today I had an assessment for my course. When I completed it I decided to go into town and get some coffee. Upon returning home, I decided to go back out to this huge park I have been planning to go to for a while. It is approximately 1.3 miles from where I live.

Trying to get there was more effort than I thought. I get anxious when I go to places I am not familiar with. It is also very cold and windy and I only had a hoodie. I did have walking shoes though which helped support the feet. So, all the pain was in the face. I had a bit of struggle to find it at first. When I did find it, it was such a relief for my anxiety. You see, I had to cross a big road, a sort of mega intersection and these areas cause me a lot of stress.

Upon arriving at the park I was immediately taken back by the shear size of it, even from the entrance you can tell it is huge. Unfortunately the café shut at 4pm and I was there around 4:30pm. I decided to follow the path that seemed to go from the entrance right through the middle It took me all the way round, with some old buildings and ponds. It is a memorial park so a lot of benches dedicated to the deceased. There were multiple grass trails and pavement routes but I was intent and satisfied to simply loop it. All in all, I was there about an hour walking. There is a few sections which are particularly nice and relaxing, simple because they have maintained flowers beds and hedges. There was plenty of dogwalkers. It also rained briefly so I bet I looked quite funky inn my sunglasses.

For fun there is a few bowling greens, a café, museum – which apparently is closed down – a park for kids, old buildings to look at, ponds to look at, lots of paths and a yew maze. You can see over part of the town and city as the park it quite high up. Aside from the cold weather I enjoyed it a lot. I made a plan to go and I enacted it.

Altogether it was about 3 miles there and back amounting to about 40 minutes walking there and back. I have been trying to increase the exercise I do. I am also looking at getting a bike, so the park is the perfect place to go. Also, there was a cool section involving a cobble path which led under a bridge. Apparently the architect of the hall there was Thomas Harrison which I found to be a cool coincidence.

Since it was a memorial park, it did bring back memories of my own, some painful. I think places like that do have a melancholy feel, not the fault of the land, but being memorial is a place where people can ‘remember.’ I think I had a feeling of, ‘I wish certain people could be here with me.’ It wasn’t that I was alone that bothered me, but the feeling that I could have shared that with someone, who may not be here now. I suppose it is part of grief and we all carry that at some point. I suppose walking is good for mental health so taking that step is important. I encourage anyone to wrap up warm and do the same, grab a walking buddy if you have a friend or family member who might be interested.

How do you feel about this? What walks have you been on lately? Thank you for reading. I really appreciate all the support from you, it means so much to have people liking my posts and more importantly, reading them.