Do you believe in magic? – By Trevor Martin

fairytale land


So much of life is experienced with others. There are many times when couples,friends and family see and experience beautiful magical moments together, the unthinkable, miracles, things that cant be explained. But then there is you, me and the lives we live within ourselves, behind these eyes.

Many things we experienced our only for us. There is this battle within us that tells us that if we don’t share these magical experiences with someone somehow, that they are insignificant, less real, worthless in fact. So we shut them away, deny moments when reality seems to slip into the realm of unreal, amazing and brings us to the place of fairy tales. We are like a coma patient who has awoke with amnesia and we cannot remember what it was to see the magic within us that we experience day to day. This all stems back to us not feeling whole within ourselves, alone, but that’s not what this story is about.

This story is about the movies,this story is about heroic video games, this story is about the shows, this story is about dreams, this story is about the books that you were read during story time as a child, this story is about real life magic that we have come to disbelieve as we get older. As children we listen to our teachers read us the story of the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, and in our heads we build this fabulous tale of what we believe that magical land to be like, and in turn we place ourselves in that land, and it feels fantastic, to the extent that we go into our parents wardrobes and try to find that land just beyond the coats.

We tend to carry this world of fantasy with us through the early school years, but once the real world hits we begin to become broken as pain,bills,debt,divorce, death of loved ones sets in. We are told as kids that we can become anything we want, have anything we want, until we hit this magical age around our twenties where we are told that we cannot be anything, that life is hard, to “deal with it”. And we become the patient with amnesia, stuck in a cell, stuck with doctors who feed us pills and promise they will make us happy, when all we are doing is numbing ourselves to not see the cell that is our lives.

And like Peter Pan we grow up and forget the magic that is and has been real the whole time. The childlike pull for adventure, the youthful respect for love, the urge to see new things and explore never before seen lands, we forget. Like Wendy and Tinkerbell did for Peter in the movie Hook, we need to be shaken up sometimes by an outside force to make us remember who we were before the adventure ended, who we were before people convinced us we need to “grow up”.

Now lets go back to  the beginning. This magic is real. not so sure about glass slippers and pumpkin stage coaches but we can get pretty close. Life can be so dark if we allow our story to be painted in such a fashion, or life can be the most magical tale ever told, through your eyes, right before your eyes.

When we are thankful, when we are happy, we can sit back and actually see magic unfold right in front of us. But your inner child must come back, you must see the need to feel once again, to feel the excitement for life rather than fearing and hating what is happening. When you believe in magic you start to follow the yellow brick road that leads to more and more magic. Once on this road you can see that the people you meet, the jobs you get, the life you lead, is exactly what you had planned while in the vortex of adventure and wonder, sometimes you may even step back and say,

“Omg, this exact moment is how I planned it would be so many years ago”

And this, this is pure manifestation. As I stated before you can and will experience this magic with many others by your side, but often you will notice its mystery is just for you, its like God looks down upon you and says,

“This my boy/girl, this one’s just for you”

Allow yourself to see it, do not ever close yourself off to the beauty that is given to you, for the more you see the more will be created, to the point where all there is is adventure, and all there is is magic,love and the happiness that is the power of creating.

But Peter, you must never grow up, and Alice, you must never stop going down that rabbit hole.

– Trev



Callus Vines – By Trevor Martin



I haven’t wrote a poem, seems it’s been some time
Since I wrote a simple rhyme symbolising mines
By mines I mean my inerds, that gunked up slimy stuff
Those inner feelings, inner peelings, rounded once were tough
The beaches have breached this hardened shell of mine
Little softer, little wiser, winding callus vines.

– Trevy poo

Thank YOU for reading.

The Change – By Trevor Martin

I say be hard on yourself. Not so hard that you are brutality beaten down by your own inner judge. But hard enough on yourself, that you know when is the time to change and do something different. People outside of you can be hard on you, doesn’t help, try to block that out. Their opinions are theirs alone.

Tony Robbins said “Get angry”

Not get mad at yourself. But get so fed up with where you are that you take that next leap with vigor and lightening.

If you want to change, some day, some time, you’ll have to look at yourself and say

“That’s it! Today is the day I change my health, my body, my relationship, my job, my friendships, whatever it may be, FOREVER!”

– Trevor


The Vault and the Ladybug

Vault_door_CA1The Vault and the Lady Bug

Imagine if you will.

One day you are driving and get in a horrible car accident. You go in to a coma. When you awaken you are struck with amnesia, in a vault underground.

Who am I? How do I act? How should I survive? Who are my friends? What am I good at? What is this? How do I do or know anything?

A man comes in to your room. He is wearing glasses, dressed in fine clothing, he has a soft voice, a leader type. You trust him. Shoot he is all you can trust.

He begins to tell you that while you were in a Coma the world ended, people became frantic, bombs littered the earth spilling poison everywhere. There is nothing but death and disease outside the vault. There are people who occasionally knock at the big heavy vault door to be let in. He tells you to NEVER let anyone in, because they have a plague, they are cannibals, they will ruin everything he has created.

He pulls a tiny notebook from his chest pocket. In this notebook is who you are. He tells you what your good at. He tells you what you believe in. He tells you what love is. He tells you how to live, what to eat, gives you a schedule. And tells you as long as you follow his rules, you’ll be safe and comfortable .

Days, weeks, months pass.

You start to ask yourself if who he told you you were was legit. “Why does he make me work all day, and then tells me it’s for my own good, how is who he told me I was me, if I don’t feel right about it?”

You begin to feel uneasy.

One night as all the vault dwellers are sleeping you see a little lady bug crawling right below your bed. You wonder.

“A lady bug?! Down here? She should be dead!”

You see her walking out and down the hall, you follow. It’s so dark but you can see a slight glare coming off her shell. She leads you right to the clunky vault door. To your surprise it’s not even locked……. You open it.

The door slowly slides open. Your eyes are blinded by beautiful light…

But wait…

“There are no crazy people out here! There were no bombs dropped! No one’s going to eat me! There is beauty and life here! There is a whole new existence and reality!”

Panic sets in. You realize that this whole time you had been lead astray. You have been bamboozled, lied to and made in to a false image to support this man, the man.

But you are scared.

” How will I relearn everything!!?? How do I live out here!!??”

You begin to question whether it’s better to stay inside, living a lie, comforted, or to go out into the world and live according to your free will.

This is your life. The vault and leader is the news, “the man” and the society in which you were born in to. The lady bug is your inner voice through the darkness, your spirit. The vault door is the space between your slavery and freedom.

What will you do?

– Trev

Good morning – Its a poem

Here I am good morning, my eyes are waking up.
I stretch I yawn a morning pee, no Folgers in my cup.
My eyes got crust inum, my hair a holy mess
So many things could be done today, I chose video games and rest
Brush my teeth, ya maybe, fix my hair no no
For its MY time no worries, I’ll make it up as I go


Marriage- again

I can’t put my finger on it. I, a man never married, can’t see what it is about a legal marriage that makes it better than a relationship. Since everything in a marriage can be done without all the money and legal binding, then why not just keep it basic? Divorce rates are sky rocketing, the amount of heartache and loss of money from a divorce, people bound by law even when they are so lonely and miserable being married, yet we continue to use a broken system.

To bind someone , to chain someone to the government and yourself, that seems to be more controlling and possessive than it seems to be loving.

It just seems to me like its a set up to fail. And not to be sexist but the failure will mostly fall on the man, for he will lose everything in a divorce.

I’m not sure what this is- Poem

I feel my rhyme is lacking, its been so many weeks
I feel as if I’m bound to shift, my mind state needs some tweaks
When thought becomes movement you’ll change but quick as mind
You’re up you’re down you fall your fine possibilities intertwine
Can you ever be so sure of things, its all so very random
You can ride a bike with friends, but life is not so tandem
So silly sit with cigarette pressed upon your lips
Sing a song just ride along, I’m not sure what this is

– Trev