Moon Whispers – A Shameless Plug for Sales.
So as we approach another weekend and some leisure time I will give my new collection of poetry one more plug and then let it die quietly like all the others. Its the weekend, so why not spend just a small amount of money and purchase a copy of Moon Whispers? or actually, if you want a good tale of murder, magic, mayhem, parallel universes, and much much more – The Last Observer awaits you! Moon Whispers A new collection of 30 poems about life, reality and everything. G. Michael Vasey understands the power of the word. In Moon Whispers, he takes obvious care not to convolute a simple message, exercising an economy of words when it is due, to reveal clean, crisp vignettes of his inner landscape. From tantalizing
Read More »Am I Alone?
I must confess that I often wonder if I am in fact alone. I mean, are any of YOU actually REAL? Much more likely, you are all figments of my furtive imagination. Think about it. The only thing that can really be real to us are our own experiences. Those experiences are second hand since if I touch you, it is in fact something in my brain that interprets what that touch should feel like and hell, what is ‘feeling’ anyway? Its something in my consciousness and in my brain and nothing to do with the atoms and molecules of my hand brushing against the atoms and molecules of you. Our entire experience of OUT THERE is ….. INSIDE OF US. You do not exist people I know it. I
Read More »In the Domain of Asteroth
Several months ago I moved this blog to the WordPress.com set up from my own private hosting arrangement. It does seem to get better traffic and more readers and so I have moved my other blog too. My other blog, Asteroth’s Domain, is my original blog that in some form or other has been online since 2006. As you might imagine, its been through several reiterations but the posts there include material back to 2006. A word of warning! Asteroth’s Domain is explicitly about the occult, magic, alchemy, and reality as I see it. I don’t post there often. Perhaps once a month at most (and I will admit to adding an odd promotional item for my books there too) but if you are NOT into that kind of stuff,
Read More »The Seemingly Forgotten Book
Of all the books I have written, The Mystical Hexagram stands out for me. The hexagram was a bloody obsession to me for about 7-years (7! ha!). I needed some help to get the book over the finish line too and the emergency services arrived to breathe life into a sagging manuscript in the form of Sue Vincent. I even put a poem or two in it. Of Saturn and Lead I speak The basest metal of all Heaviness, darkness Hidden from the light My soul sees the night A burden I cannot carry Instincts abandoned return Spiraling downward Galena’s sulfur suffocates All that Saturn advocates Saturnalia is explained Deep need for some relief Base needs expunged A temporary respite Daytime during night Daath sees from on high These things
Read More »Summer is Here….
Just a couple of days ago we had the heating on and watched as horizontal rain fell and the cold wind battered the trees. Two days later and I am sat sweating in summer heat and watching small puffy white clouds slowly drift across the summer sky. An amazing transformation. An amazing show. Two days ago it was winter Chilly winds blew in the freezing rain Clouds hung leaden as if to fall Clinging to the ground in deep disdain Today, the Sun shines brightly and The sky is a deep azure blue Its now summer apparently Flowers have sprung as if on cue Mother nature is keeping us guessing And with our heads she is a messing Give the Goddess our silent blessing Unpredictably wild is she Constantly beguiling
Read More »Of FA Cup Finals, Hull and Yorkshire
This last weekend, I and a good percentage of my fellow East Yorkshire compadres (not all as Rugby is still big in Hull and Hull KR played Hull FC that same day!) were either sat in the London sun at Wembley or, like me, huddled in front of the biggest TV we could find. Of course, none of us really entertained the idea that we could actually win the FA Cup but we all brimmed with pride and awe at the occasion none the less. But you also knew, as underdogs, we had nothing at all to lose and there is always the chance, no matter how slim, that on the day and for 90 minutes, Hull City could be the better team. Of course, 10 minutes after kick off
Read More »Blackfield and Moon Whispers
I have enjoyed the music of Steven wilson (Porcupine Tree) for many years now and have all four albums from Blackfield, a project in which Steven wilson partnered with Aviv Geffen to create some of the most melodic and listenable music I heave ever heard. Tunes like Pain and Where is my love? have haunted me for years. Recently, however, I got a hold of Blackfield II and this is almost heaven. The songs 1000 People and The End of the World are incredible and send me to aural heaven immediately. About 3 months ago I started listening to this record over and over again finding that each time I did I had to write. 1000 People in particular seems to make my creative juices spurt in vast quantities and
Read More »Eternally Divine
Winding, twisting and turning Deeply rebellious instincts Having fun just fondling eternity And loving in the falling rains Indigenous, erogenous foolery Deeply chicane wanderings Rapidly switching between life’s lanes Screeching tire sounds proclaim The haste we feel to arrive Travelling but really getting nowhere But hoping all the same Does it really matter that much? Are we aiming straight and true? Or are our nice words so much double Dutch? Uttered with a wasted breath Am I better off drifting on through Looking, watching and perhaps learning Reaching for the eternally divine Ignoring the passing of time. Image: Where Heavens Meet – Freydoon Rassouli
Read More »We Dared to Dream
Yesterday, we dared to dream Hoped to mark our spot in history Engraved our name in time Yesterday, we came out strong A shock really did look on It’s been more than a century Players have come and gone I even went to school with one Yesterday, we dared to dream And what a long wait it’s been The Tigers’ shone yesterday Just like that other rhyme Burning brightly under London skies And 10 minutes after kick off It looked as if we may pull it off In the end it wasn’t to be But the Tigers marked Their place in history Written indelibly We dared to dream!
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