There is no rhyme or reason sometimes there is only the moment and I have been punished for those moments. thrice over!

Then and now we are the world

The sands lament to give up its thirsty wanderers

How many bones lie therein that earth the unforgiven

Man the monster who fought for the resources to survive

Families trapped in a sea of sand gave way to perverse love

Intertwined blood mirrors upon the sand

The dunes and the beasts of burden to carry the souls to water

Prayers essential to hope to life to love

Kings and princes and queens of the shifting sands


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Time zone

Off limits

Too ordinary ,too regal

Too  controlling.  too submissive

Too old , too young

Too much ,too little

Too sad ,too happy

Too difficult ,too easy

Too many words, too few

In another time and place

In another life  or death

Hello ,Goodbye

Reminiscing  and looking forward.


I keep my bear in a hat box

A suitable place to live

He never complains

We share my bed

I kiss him goodnight

He never complains

He gives me my hat

I give a nob to his gentle ways

He lives in a hat box and there he will stay.


The Lion

The tree bends in the breeze

Hyenas laugh with the African Dogs

The pack defends the grasslands

The grasses conceal the lion

He is the power of the pride

He rests in the shade

The lioness hunts and gives life

Cruelty kills cubs who are not of his loins

Man can hunt the lion, Man can kill the lion

Roar that hollow sound across the plains

For regicide becomes the King


What does love mean to you Is it care for another’s welfare , is it sexual in a relationship is it kindness and friendship company through the years. Self reflection has brought me to where I am and I loved not wisely. I blame no one but myself so we are ever the best of friends and if that is love then I love.



The wolf the killer of dreams who prowls the night in search of fresh blood to lick the arteries and drain the souls of  the  unfortunate wanders. The body matters not for it is the blood it desires like  vampires of the pack. The beast howls and hunts with loyalty to his brothers equally who thirst for the satiated desire. Dripping delight with every lick to weaken and kill to join the dreamer in that lustful deadly dance called death. The power of the pack creates a cruel delight in the hunt and in the kill they drink the essence of life. In folklore the powerful eat the heart of their victims as the wolf does and  as he consumes his power and ferocity  grows. He ceases to be a mere wolf his  aura takes on the apparitions of the wolfman of imagination. To bite and snarl with lust unabated death becomes the frenzied  delight of  murderous passion without control.               The moon glows across the deadly scene when the auras of the pack become one and the essence is hot and red upon the ground. Cry the wolf, cry the killer of souls , cry the dreamer of  hearts and  blood as the nightmare becomes the fantasy of hell. 

The witch

Black cats are bad luck and the witches muse/ Who killed the wicked witch of OZ?  Nay it was murder most foul who will pay the devil his  due or does a witch prevail upon an angel …who is to say what evil meets your mind in those witching hours nay I pray to know who killed that most loving witch ???

The snake knows he is powerful but he is still fearful and will run if he can .

The spider is an innocent creature yet he inspires such hatred and fear. He is after all a natural killer he weaves his net and casts it to the breeze and only the silver threads reflect in the moon. A witches friend for only she can tames the 8-legged creature. He eats the flies and butterflies and spits out all the bones. He never goes far from his prey on the web he will stay. He is a fisher of souls and he repairs his web with ghostly threads of his dead. This is a cycle of his life to poison and kill to cocoon and eat the blessed meat. To eat build his web of the deadly threads of souls, now entombed inside the spider the innocent deadly spider.

Louisa Jen

 A short tale of Allenhdoor

The witch of Allenhdoor had taken the castle with her dwarf armies. Small men with ferocious wolves. A murder of ravens the sky black with her forces. They swooped in to first pecked the eyes from the kings men, who defended the walls. Then came the wolves to rip their throats and the job half done it only required a dwarf man to slice the heads from their bodies. Blood ran like water and her small dragons from the Island of Pagoda finished off the morsels. The dragon master was reptilian in appearance some say he was born of the incestuous love of reptiles. The witch of Allenhdoor wore white so beautiful she sparkled and shone like a dazzling moon beam. She was in appearance innocent evil men fell at her feet. But she had no lover she would never know love. Such was her chastity such was her fate. There was only one love and she dared not whisper his name lest the devil heard it. He was brave handsome dark eyes dark hair and love surrounded him in a blue light which shone from his armour. He rode a great steed and she grew weak when she whispered his name silently on the breeze. He did not love her and she had grown sad and so she took the castle of a goodly king and locked his daughter in the dungeon. She thought the dragons might like a princess for dinner or maybe the spiders could cocoon her, For the moment she lived and the witch enjoyed the crawling creatures. What would happen would the knight come to rescue the princess???? next episode we shall discover. spiders and snakes joined in games of climbing castle walls going up the briar’s and the blood red roses. while the ravens sat and ate the lady bugs. The wolves slept and the dragons finished their feast. The sun rose to a reddened sky all quiet in the castle. The slithering creatures lay silent their poison to deliver to any moving thing. No one saw the shadow moving it crept up the roses and passed over the wall. It stepped across the sleeping dragons and silently moved down the stairs to that place of torture. She saw the shadow she knew hope. Suddenly a ray of light from a candle on the stair a shine so bright the shadow disappeared. The light grew brighter as the witch stepped closer to the cell; she smiles to see the dread in the eyes that looked back. She laughed and turned away and the light shut the door behind her. closed doors bar the escape she sat in silence she wondered where had the shadow gone? Maybe she never saw the shadow, maybe she dreamed the shadow into life. She sat now without any more illusion. The princess was imprisoned and feared that death would come here in this cold grey doom. Maybe the light of the moon would never be seen again. Maybe this was the happy ending to see only the black of space. no star to dement the mind, no light to hope without cause. Just empty skies to give peace of spirit. To accept the void, to sit in the void. The Keep became her home the witch moved the prisoner to the keep and there she watched the stars and heaven seemed closer than ever before. The moon shone and the days were long but breezes blew all manner of dreams in to her little world. The roses could be seen and smelt ,there was a bed to lay upon and books to read. She looked across the fields and in winter they were white and in summer green . One day she was sitting reading and she looked at her shadow. She knew she was not alone. At night he was always in her dreams. The wicked Queen grew ever more powerful and hope faded. Many in the castle believed this to be wrong that the dearest lady was in the castle keep. It was not long before a stranger came into her life a rider came to the castle he was dark and brutish. He walked with his sword no one bothered such a powerful looking man the snakes hid the dragons slept and the queen watched from her window. Many were in the castle this day. The princess looked down as he looked up and their eyes saw a friend in each other. He did not know how but this stranger wanted to help the girl. He went to the queen and saw her beauty. He was a determined man, a strong man but the queen was far too caught in the gaze of the knight ,the shadow. This man was not to be undone so he set a plan of rescue. He took great heart and crept to the keep killing snakes and dragons as he went and several guards lost their lives. He would not risk the front gate rather they would jump to the ocean below , the castle sat on the edge of the sea. Rocks jutted out he knew he could jump the distance. He would throw the princess from the keep and pray she would survive it. So he did he took her hand and he swung her around and hurled her as far as his strength would allow. He saw her hit the water and he ran and jumped as far out as he could. They were both in the water and swam to the shore. Horses waited and they travelled far from the castle to the sands of the desert. They travelled the old silk road to a new life in the exotic east a place of wonder and beauty. She only sometimes remembered her love of the shadow but every time she remembered him a tear ran down her cheek. love never lost its pain. Life however did go on but never quite the same.

The end


All across the world people search for a spiritual connection to a deity God and this connection brings us into a divine soul a deep recess of knowledge. It is here we find a peace within ourselves a strength and a connection to other souls.

Past best seen in the rear vision.

Choices are sometimes not easy walk in my shoes and test your loyalty ??

love the writings and the words

The sun

The lady who walks in moonlight

Fallen into time she lives there eternal

Sun and moon misguided heart of stolen moments

Come dance with me, he whispered as he tasted her essence

Stars collided in  desolation for death was not for her

The moon is out tonight and wolves walk near

Words bite bitter on her tongue as her spirit shifts  

Owl and Bats cling to  twisted trees

Oh vengeful heart is dead and bled on silver drifts

The world a mirror of her tears no more

Ohh blessed sun in repose warms even the coldest heart

She is the sleeping beauty cast into hell

 Blood drips from her kiss  and the sun has become her terror

The lady sleeps in darkness with black roses on her bed

Louisa jen

My little story of Joshua my pilgrim hope you might like a short journey

author louisa jen

The year is 1755

life is a journey and Joshua Higgins decided he would become a monk and he would offer himself to god, He would travel and speak the words of gospel to whom ever he met on the road of life. He decided if he was serious he should seek to perform a pilgrimage to the holy church of Rome. He began his quest from where he was on a farm in Ireland. The year was 1755 and a ship sailed from London to France and he determined to be on board one of those ships within the month. He determined to walk the pilgrims way as a penitence for all his transgressions. He was a single man and had been also considering joining the order of monks that resided at Skellig Michael a settlement on twin pinnacle crags off the coast of county kerry. It was a long way from his home and his work as a roof thatcher, but he had been a constant at his church and he was inclined to a good heart so the quest began in his mind as a precursor to his vocational decision. It was a lonely choice some said but for Joshua it was a good choice the only choice to do good in the world. He set out with a bag for his travels , on his back a few pieces of bread and several pieces of silver to cost his journey. The sandels he wore soon began to hurt his feet but this he felt as a flagulation to his soul and an atonement for his sins. As he travelled he passed several souls and one in particular. He came across towards him from a field and so Joshua looked at him but his demeanor seemed arrogant and frightening. Joshua thought to turn away but then reasoned to turn his back might signal fear and then a dagger might lodge in his back. Joshua had heard of pilgrims being attacked and killed for their few poultry coins such was the poverty of body and soul. So Joshua walked on and as the distance closed between them Joshua felt the presence of the devil a monster envisioned his mind or perhaps a dragon was more the imagery or sight that caught in his mind. The distance closed and now the vision was clear he was a man walking but in his aura the devil lucifer walked with him. Fire and smoke seen and yet unseen he was a shape shifter who was also a bear or a lion and as they now faced each other questions flowed from the beast like a torrent of fire. Pilgrim he said indeed offered Joshua. Wither are you bound said the strange apparition of a man. I am walking to London and then to Rome. Any coins said the creature and held out his gnarled hand then Joshua dug into his pocket and pulled a silver coin from it then saying tis all I can give’ , the creature took the coin and growled. Then the stranger said this is gods country and therefore it is mine for I am the true god. Joshua stood silent and simply nodded for he who agrees with a fool is kind and he who argues with a fool is more foolish than the fool. Joshua had seen a jester in a play and had seen the idiotic behavior which in the end shows the fool to be lost in a delusional world.

I could kill you now and bury you under my pumkin’s and they would become purple pumkin’s in the spring for the roots would entwine your blood and course it into a nourished earth of blood there and then he began to laugh uncontrollably. Joshua stepped back and said the earth is rich already from your wisdom and so I must depart. The strange aura seemed to glow with fire but suddenly turned and glowed white and between Joshua and the devil stood an angle who beckoned Joshua to go and that is what happened Joshua moved quickly away. There seemed to be a scream which permeated the air and then silence and a calm came over Joshua for God had come near to him and touched his heart with what we would call an intuition. Pilgrims passed and nodded and with sore feet he crossed hills and streams to come to a deep valley dark and as night was falling it seemed darker than usual. It was to Joshua’s mind a valley of humiliations and he spoke the rosery and clung to his cross as he walked the darkening way. Then a strange thing happened the land became as light as day for a full moon glowed to light the way. Joshua prayed and spoke to himself as a man would to his father and at a late midnight hour he laid his head down in a grassy knoll and fell to sleep. Slowly the country side turned into town and cottages turned into city. A sign post appraised London 100 miles and so the walk trudged on stopping at inns for rest. London drew ever closer and a new pair of shoes were bought and so in much more comfort the pilgrim walked on. Joshua had lost the ability to talk such was his idea of prayer and his fervor had him whispering the parables to himself constantly feeling he was coming closer to god with every word and every step. Finally London horses and Hanson cabs Joshua wasted little time only enough to eat and procure a ticket on the ship to cross to Calais. Having boarded the ship and setting sail the trip across was rocky and the wind blew with such a force of power into the sails. The crew did not cease their workings , pulling ropes and sails with the captain giving orders to the boson who in turn kept the crew from slacking off as men will. The crossing took another day before Calais came into sight flags flying and men checking passengers finally to say welcome Joshua and all other passengers to Calais. Joshua had his papers which were all in order and then down the step to solid ground and Joshua was on his way . He had rested on the ship and filled his stomach so there was a quickening of his step. He felt light hearted and his soul soared while his prayer seemed to himself more joyful.

The road to Rome was long and people often asked in their broken English where he was headed to which answered and offered to pray with them further he offered a bible story. There were good souls who offered food and taverns offered a bed and a bath. So it was by the time Joshua walked into the Cathedral he felt purged of all sins for his soul was too washed of arduous efforts that when he knelt only tears came. He had achieved his hearts desire and he would decide his vocation here before he left Rome. He asked the Bishop for an audience and in that there was a miracle for he was offered a great deal of advice. The heart was cured and the mind was clear , Joshua told of his encounter with the angel of God and the Devil who came to him on his road to the holy city. The Bishop knelt with Joshua and he found hope in the words spoken and he departed Rome with an aim of solitude and a desire to forgive and shelter in Gods great love.

Do you think he joined his brothers to give to the world.


Complete forgiveness but no surrender just live a happy life Magic is also learning something new we are one race the human race and slowly I hope we are becoming one and we are learning to protect our environment

Nobility is magic for it is to rise above the cruel intent of love

My heart is broken but not lost for it beats loudly in my chest

Love is never lost but found in that out dated chivalry of honor

Be not a voyeur of pain to derive the fantasy of lustful hope

Be the butterfly who lives fully and evolves to become you!

A beautiful sentiment peace and love ….

 Blood is life, blood is power

The essence of the beating heart

The kiss of the sun

Silver beams from heaven

Blood brothers ,blood oath

Bound by a blood bond

Virginal blood in the spiritual kiss

A kiss that consumes the wholeness of the body

love as one force one heart


So much love

Light and Dark

Good and evil

A scream, a silent cry

A vampire and his wolf

The shape shifter moved like a mist upon the ground

I touched the black heart and reeled back

I knew the evil intent I felt the hate

I cried a river of tears and my heart grew cold

Ice beautiful but cold like death within one’s soul

To understand light you must experience the dark

There in that darkness a flicker of hope becomes a wisp to illuminate your world

To glow in Gods great heart and to see the spirit within the body


Cinderella bit the apple she knew and the witch laughed.

The enchantments are real for sleeping beauty also sleeps

Such a pretty face and she lay in silence within her glass tomb

A kiss to wake her from her frozen dream


Midnight in the garden will you meet me there?


Please dont ever give up the pain for family in the adversity of suicide is from personal experience soul destroying because it leaves everyone feeling that they failed and lots of times the person never told anyone they were at a crisis. They take the decision alone carry it out alone. Connect with spirit in the woods in nature and love.

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I try to add a song you might like while you and I meet in my words and share our moments come be with me in this lonely moment. louisa from Oz

LOVE and Dreams

The game of love where golden hearts do bleed.  They are pure and kind but love is not. That girl  is made from  love for love. But no love exists and she is tied to duty                                                                                                                                                    Oh Ophelia the time has past .Look to thy self for love exists only in fairy tales.  My quest is to write a tale of woe a tale of unrequited love. I have flirted with life and harmed many of this I am sad. If innocence is a defence then I am innocent ,I played at life I dreamed too often.  I touched a soul without ever having lived in reality .  Do you begrudge me my dreams. Do you wish me less if this be true then I am guilty and forever punished. Let there be loving souls and forgiving hearts for those who dared to dream. Take this as my redemption from love


Enigma of silence in the dark, in the dark

Listen to the sounds of emptiness

Lost in a world of change we close the door

We open our hearts and bare our souls

We wait for the dagger we wait for the dark

Inspired of the silence the enigma of death

Spirit swirls in the aura of the abyss

The day and the night collide into grey

Unified by the devil saved by God

Angels horrifying in the sight warm the breath

They glow in the Dark and gather close to protect

Shielded accepted and loved

Lord lead me and I will follow


thankyou flutterers; remember our paths are ever winding.

hearts on fire

Did you see the field of flutterbys glowing in the sun, See the flowers reaching up to touch the sun, what a day to say thankyou for one more day, sip your coffee and feel the grace fall upon your shoulders, You have so much to share with the world even if its only a smile to brighten a lonely heart. Be at peace with the universe, be at one with your journey. Let no one be hurt by your embrace be brave and be still and simply be. ( love louisa ) you are picture perfect….

Adventures are what we live for so organize your new adventure what might it be a trip to the beach a ride on a tram it can be as small as a night picnic take candles and evening meal on a warm evening and enjoy the atmosphere of the night sky. There are all kinds of magic believe and you will see the mirrored image of love which is you.

Happiness can take many forms ,depending on the individual for a child it might be a ride or a swing for an adult it might be found in prayer or family time. When you think of happiness what does that conger up for you ? I have taken a few of the things that make me happy and put them together in my blog. Photography , history, magic in all its forms , travel _ flying is a grand adventure, teddy bears, Art in all its forms, coffee and finally books and women’s rights.. Really there are so many things my mind is interested in my blog is simply too small lol. I picked my theme of Flutterbys because butterflies are so delicate and beautiful and my mum who is gone now use always say there are Flutterbys in the garden. These magical words congers happy images of fairies and rabbits and all things nice. Carnivals remind us of our happy times as children lets try to keep that wonder.


Did you Know

I would love to imagine people reading Flutterbys while sipping coffee or some romantic idea of my dream. I didnt build Flutterbys to make money I had a purest idea to make people happy yet some or most probably cant imagine why I dont require more money simple answer I have enough. Love is another story and no one can do without some kind of friendship or love.

The magic of coffee bringing people together and the ambiance of relaxed conversation.

lemon tea for me so much love louisa from OZ

Become a flutterer

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Coffee time gives us a moment to chat or simply enjoy the quiet

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Coffee being taken all across the world even the princes in Dubai enjoy their coffee

Coffee and poetry by unknown artist

Do you vibe hope and kindness into the world or do you vibe chaos. Scammers and big buisness sometimes only care about the money nothing matters not the customer or the product. Cruel intentions are spewing into the atmosphere like ghost’s from hell leaving broken people and dreams every where. Thus it is carried on the wind this malignant attitude to infect every heart ❤ kindness becomes a rare event. People don’t smile or speak to exchange goodness only to take even those who would argue that their product helps people are really only selfish and self absorbed. To me its not enough to just educate the public because their is a dangerous friend syndrome or to put the onous on the other to beware its for you and you and you to ask yourself am I doing good or am I doing the devil’s work and vibing greed into the world. I think if you are honest with yourself you will find an answer really quickly and so I ask are you doing good to people or are you doing good for you?.

The heart ❤ of the world is in a battle against evil and the devil calls watch for the smoke and look for the fire 🔥