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Self-published author with 3 books out there dealing with the darker side of life through poetry, short stories, observations and sketches. 'Love or Suicide and the Life In-between', 'this heat, it's hell closing in on me' and 'Words to be performed from under a table by the last of us'. Can't live without music (heavy metal and soundtrack's especially), film buff (sci-fi floats my boat), anime watcher (old school mainly), book reader (anything that captures my interest), gamer (PS4/Xbox-One), gym pumper and all round geek.

Wednesday 22 June 2011

Some chilled...

...out poetry for a sleepy Wednesday evening as I listen to Devin Townsend's absolutely stunning album 'Ghost'.
Just words

Can you see the colours of a distant song,
feel the heat from a confused love,
bring together the harp strings on a wave,
and hear the collected harmony of a lost life.

Dance upon an ocean of emptiness,
swim through a sea of fog and ice,
create the way forward with words and rhyme,
and lift those spirits trapped and torn in two.

Will you accept the pain of time and night,
or light the way with your shade of hope,
decide a destiny full of worth and smiles,
and speak through inspiration and strength.

That the weather of a neighbours matters matter,
should bring us closer in common ideals,
all this can be done with just words,
and passed on with a wink and as you were.

Speak to me

This connection on a whisper,
these strings dance on a breeze,
the sounds that suffocate the air,
only there to speak to me.

A drifting scene set in stone,
uncontrollable tears pluck away,
the chord serenity reaches out,
only there to speak to me.

The shadow that waltzes by,
it's step in time with a grace,
full of peace and a ghost,
only there to speak to me.

A rainbow shines on us,
the stray snowflake swings past,
and the moon shares a joke,
only there to speak to me.

And an old fallen tree,
stands tall once more,
a defiance breathing new life,
only there to speak to me.

When a sea of loss and pain,
outshines a tender sun,
a mixture of salt and warmth,
only there to speak to me.

Our collected screams soar,
the rhythm of time quickens,
and it's then that we get it,
only there to speak to me.

Saturday 18 June 2011

My week...

...so, life is life.  Unfortunately, an average week doesn't consist of saving the world or writing a best selling novel or fighting off a horde of zombies.  It consists of work and the bits in between.  So, my week consisted of:

I watched X-Men First Class which is damn good and has one of the best cameos EVER
I ate at Pizza Hut which was very yummy but I ate a bit too much and suffered for it on Sunday.
I bought a Darth Vader bobble head for £5...bargain.
I watched the Formula 1...not normally my thing, but it had many crashes and many drama.
I finished and posted off a short story entry for a competition about a man who watches himself decompose.
I started a new game for the PSP...Silent Hill Shattered Dreams...damn good so far.
I started a new poem for a competition for The Writing Magazine.
We got free loft insulation put in.
We watched Predators on Sky Movies.
My girl managed to get tickets to see Alice Cooper.
I went round to my mates and played lots of Mario Golf...but got my ass kicked...
...and that's really about it

Of course, spending any time with my girl is not boring or a waste of time and we have a heavy July and August coming up which will consist of 4 concerts, a holiday, a couple of weeks off work, MOT and service on the car, a wedding and lots of money being spent.  But, life is really all about work and the little things in between.  Well, I think its about time it should be about the big things in between and then work...ah, in a perfect world!!  Back to it then.

Friday 10 June 2011

Versatile Blogger Awards...

...7 facts about me that not alot of people know...here goes:

1.  I don't drink alcohol anymore.  Why?  Because I got addicted to Absinthe and was spending £35-£40 on a bottle which would last me a day and a half at best.  I also drank alot of Whiskey, straight, and was even drinking during the week.  It all came to a head when, after a very heavy day on the booze, I rang my sister up at god knows what time in the night and was expressing my excitement that a frog had found its way into the house.  The next day, with the usual banging head, I decided then and there to stop...that was over 5 years ago.

2. I like horror movies and I like it when they scare the crap out of me!  But there is one thing that I cannot watch, one scene in a movie where I literally have to leave the room...the scene in Jaws when Richard Dreyfuss swims underneath Ben Gardners battered boat and finds his floating, spaghetti eyed head!  The sight, the sound...just everything about it I cannot watch!  I can't even look at a still image of it!!

3. I love my music!  Especially heavy metal!  But I do have a guilty pleasure...a very guilty pleasure...I love the band B*Witched!  So much so, that I went to see them in concert!  In fact, I consider their debut album to be one of the finest albums EVER!!  I believe I should stop talking now!

4. I absolutely adore cats.  Ever since I was alive, I have had a cat.  The first one we had as a family was called Cleo, the second was called Catherine (Kitt as a nickname) and the third, and current one, is called Leia (Jeeps as a nickname).  There is just something about them...I can't even put my finger on it...I love them!

5. I have had a few brushes with the grim reaper a few times.  When I was very young, I decided it was a good idea to eat dog pooh.  Probably not the greatest of things to do in hindsight as it did make me extremely ill.  The other time was when I nearly drowned.  Again when I was fairly young, I didn't realise that the end of the pool I was jumping in was the deep end and I ending up thrashing about like an idiot while swallowing massive amounts of water.  Oh, and there was a time when I ran into a clothes line which was at neck height...damn, that hurt!

6. The very first concert I ever went to was Marilyn Manson whilst the last, so far, is Roger Waters.  In between, I have seen well over 100 bands (including support acts of worth)...the greatest being Roger Waters (obviously), the worst being The The...there is only so much you can take of some one repeating the words "voidy voidy numb numb" before its time to leave the concert and go the pub!!

7. My various claims to fame include:  meeting Vic Reeves in Liverpool as he was doing his food shopping, being named the most improved junior golfer in Golf World magazine and being shortlisted and named as such twice in The Writing Magazine competitions for my poetry!!

So, that's it.  A little bit about me.  Hopefully this blog of mine will reveal more...eventually!!
By the way...thanks Elpi! ;-)

Thursday 2 June 2011

So, as you can see...

...I am a writer.  As well as the competitions I enter, I also write some erotic poetry, some of which is on a website called The Erotic Woman.  Why do I write erotic poems?  Why not!  I write what I want to write and about any subject that takes me mood.  Some of my poetry and short stories are light and fluffy, some dive headlong into the darkest parts of humanity and life, and some are about sex, or those moments before, during and after sex. 

The website itself has got everything.  Stories, poetry, photos, discussions, film reviews with sample clips, everything you could want from a website.  It is also extremely well put together and has an air of class about it.  I really highly recommend it, to over 18's of course!  So, on this summer Thursday evening, on the eve of another weekend, below is an erotic poem for you to read and enjoy!


...and then, the excitement.

Feeling fresh, clean and young,
that question races through my mind,
is she thinking the same?

I glance over and see her perfect outline shine,
watching her just doing nothing causes a divine ripple,
a rush of blood, fast and light, she returns my look.
Should I ask? Does she want me to ask?
A quick smile and a sudden tiny blush answers loud
and a hardness comes over me,
a wetness over her...and then, the excitement.

Our surroundings mean nothing, distractions gone
as she stands with an overwhelming confidence,
her body now pulsating and dripping,
my body now alive and thick,
and we collide with force and complete willingness,
our clothes now a pile of rag, our bodies a tool of lust,
our intention, a fulfilment of each other,
our sex, a privilege of taste and touch...

and then, our excitement starts our explosion,
and descriptions are muted, meanings blinded
and we dissolve into each other and fuck.