BLACK SNAKE WHITE DOVE

09/08/2025

09/08/2025

🦋The Divine Offering🦋

When the heart yields its essence, pure and deep, A sacred breath, the very soul to keep,
'Tis then we touch the hem of boundless grace, And glimpse the face of God in time and space.
No calculus of cost, no bitter sting of plight,
Can mar the gift delivered to the light.
For in that fervent outpouring, undefiled,
A piece of heaven rests, serene and mild.
The spirit touched, by warmth it cannot feign,
Receives the hallowed grace, like gentle rain.
A whisper from the vast, eternal shore,
Divine communion, knocking at its door.
That soul, once yearning, burdened, or astray,
Is blessed by fire from a brighter day.
No transient touch, but spirit intertwined,
A sacred echo, truly left behind.
So let the current flow, released and free,
No single moment marked by apathy.
For every pure devotion, truly cast,
Is heaven's blessing, meant to ever last.
And he who drinks that draught, so freely poured,
Has met the Holy, in a love adored.

04/08/2025

Finding magic in the mundane and absolutely romanticising life on one of my favourite walks. ✨ There's nothing quite like losing yourself in nature's beauty to fill the soul. Every step, every view, every moment becomes part of a beautiful story.
What's your favourite way to romanticise your day?

04/08/2025

Sometimes, life's truths are stranger than fiction, and sometimes, fiction is the only way to articulate the truth.
For years, I've dabbled in the shadowy realms of poetry and prose, often finding solace and expression there. But my upcoming book, "Marked by Absence," is different. It's a deeply personal journey, a blend of the stark realities of my life intertwined with the liberating threads of fiction.
With the recent release of the movie , a chord was struck deep within me. It felt like the universe nudging me to finally share a story I've carried for a lifetime – a story of a silent departure, a lingering presence, and the profound ache of a missing piece.
In my own twisted little way, "Marked by Absence" explores what it means to be a "twinless twin," to carry a phantom limb of the soul, marked by absence before memory truly began. It delves into complex family dynamics, the quiet beginnings of inherited struggles, and the constant search for harmony in a life defined by a void.
If you've ever felt a part of you was missing, or been haunted by an unseen presence, this story is for you.
Stay tuned for more updates, and thank you for being on this journey with me.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/399361376?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=TheWorryFreeBooks

03/08/2025

The Immutable Decree

Thy yesteryears, to my soul are unveiled, as mine to thine,
Two shattered vessels, launched on life's tempestuous foam.
Yet from such wreckage, a vast cosmos we enshrine,
A sacred firmament, our hallowed, wondrous home.
Our dawns to come, by constellations are divined,
With mystic script, upon the firmament designed,
And in the very loom of time, eternally entwined.

03/08/2025

The Echo of Applause

Forgetful blue promises to remember her name,
When applause and words of compliment don't leave you feeling the same.
A fervent throng, a gilded stage, a blinding, cruel delight,
Drew you from whispers, from the steady, quiet light.
You sought the roar, the echoed fame, a thousand strangers' gaze,
And traded gentle glances for a labyrinth of days.
The masses sang your hollow praise, a fleeting, transient art,
While something vital, nameless, tore within your very heart.
Each cheer a fading whisper, each laurel, dry and cold,
For no embrace of multitudes could truly make you whole.
The spotlight’s heat, a searing lie, consumed the tender flame,
And left an echoing silence where she once had called your name.
Now, in the clamour, phantom arms reach out, but grasp at air,
A spectral comfort, born of emptiness and rare despair.
For all the world’s adoration, bought with a soul so dear,
Can never replicate the touch that dried a lonely tear.
And "love," a distant murmur, whispered on the breeze,
Is lost amongst the restless, ever-hungry, shifting trees.

30/07/2025

It's easy to look at the world of content creation and feel like everyone else has this massive support system—a whole crew of "girl friends" cheering them on. To be honest, there have been times I've felt that deep sense of loneliness, not having that big circle myself.
But then I remember why I started: the sheer love of it. The experiences, the moments, the gifts life has presented me with—they are all so incredibly worth it. My circle might be small, but it's mighty, and it's built on genuine connection.

To every creator out there who's ever felt alone, or to anyone who feels like they don't have that "squad" backing them up: I see you. You're not alone. I want this space, Black Snake White Dove Visuals, to be a place where you feel supported, where you know there's someone in your corner, cheering you on.
Keep creating. Keep shining. The journey is yours, and it's beautiful. ✨