Archive for September, 2014

Partner

Long distance feelings felt out Flesh crawls with searing self-doubt Dust pillows where shadows sat Does she, can she smell a rat? And what would it smell like anyway? Not like the dirty smelly tearaway From the bottom of our dead end cul de sac? Perhaps defense is better than art attack? Dying here all alone Throw me a bone Tell me that it was all worth something Take this golden life ring Place it on that finger Be the solid standing pillar I needed you to be While it’s certain I wanna be free Only with you by my side Can I face this dirty lonely ride From warm and womb-like security Gradually losing my purity As I grow older and older My sins growing ever bolder Be the

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A Pain in the Neck

Today, I woke up with a pain in my neck and upper back which rapidly became a headache to boot. I wish there were chiropractors in the Czech Republic but there are not so I make do with a heat patch and two headache tablets. I know that the heat patch will probably do the trick and that the headache pills will not. It’s bizarre really but I had this problem for about 15-years now and it must be related to the way I have slept. My chiropractor in The Woodlands could fix it with a quick twist of the neck! He always told me I had knocked a vertebrae out of alignment high up in my neck most likely by hanging my head off of the back of the

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Rock Hound

Back when I was a kid, I became fascinated by geology. In part, my father was responsible for he was also fascinated and together, we would walk up and down beaches at every opportunity, hands clasped at our backs, eyes peeled and a slightly bent back, searching for the one stone or rock that might be special. Many a time, people would watch us puzzled and ask, what it was we were looking for. Pretty stones really was the answer. My dad polished, ground and sliced stones in the garage, made them into jewelry and sold them on the side back in the 70’s you see. Stones that we found were the special ones amongst the tigers eye, rose quartz, agate, amethyst and other purchased semi-precious stones. I was lucky

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If Only…..

These days I find myself reminiscing a lot. Usually its music that takes me back. A song on the radio, one played while I work or perhaps that tune that suddenly haunts my mind and will not go away. The problem is I have caught myself questioning a lot of things like I would never have imagined myself doing in the past. I have even caught myself thinking it might be nice just to be dead. I wonder, is this what all mid-50’s people think? You get up and you feel the aches and pains and then you look in the mirror and this wrinkled, rumpled, worn out and overweight looking creature stares back and you think – Who the fuck is that? Of course, you know it’s you……. and

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A Growing Collection

I have written ‘poetry’ since I was an angst ridden teen. Much of what was reasonable out of all of that material was published back in 2006 as Weird Tales. I recall reading sheet after sheet of yellowed foolscap paper with my scrawl and doodles all over them. Occasionally, I had typed out the poem using a typewriter I had been bought for a birthday or Xmas (anyone remember typewriters?). Many of the poems were well embarrassingly bad but they did bring memories flooding back of 1972 – 1981. Having published that collection it seemed reasonable that I would keep publishing new poetry. Four more poetry books have followed (Poems for the Little Room, Astral Messages, Moon Whispers and Best Laid Plans) and I do think my poetry has gotten

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Heart

This is my heart It is yours Symbol of my love Also yours Please don’t break it Or ever lose it Just let it beat Next to yours From Poems for the Little Room. likeheartlaughterwowsadangry0

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Rip Off

Its quite incredible to me how people are quite comfortable ripping other people off. Last night, I accidentally stumbled upon a report on offer on several websites for the amazing sum of $3500. The report was about the CTRM software market (everyone scratches heads and says – The what market?). This is actually the software category that I cover as an analyst and so I was interested in this report that must originate with a competitor – naturally, I wanted to know who that competitor might be. Well, firstly, the report appears to be for sale across a number of websites that offer reports, it’s authors well hidden behind a mass of different company names. The language used to describe it told me three things almost immediately; 1. The authors

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Infidelity

I watched her face with interest As she twisted the knife one last time I don’t think you believed it even then Pride was your wound Infidelity her knife She took you like a lamb to the slaughter From Weird Tales – Otherworld Poetry (2006) likeheartlaughterwowsadangry0

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Canuting

The title of this post is a made up word. Canuting comes from Canute and behaving like him. Who on earth is Canute I hear you ask mentally if not out loud. King Canute was King of Norway, England, Denmark and parts of Sweden who lived between 985 or 995 – 1035. More information may be found here. Any English school child will be more than familiar with the story of King Canute and the waves. In this story, the King is adored by his courtiers and proclaimed to be all powerful so powerful in fact that he can control the elements. To demonstrate the foolishness of such claims, Canute has his throne placed on the beach and from there, he orders the tide to stay out. As the tide

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The Lord of the Elements

The Lord of the Elements is the prequel to The Last Observer and it focuses, for reasons those who have read The Last Observer will understand, on Edward Bright. Edward is the friendly, well-meaning and debonair magician and businessman who attempts to rescue bookworm Stanley from Zeltan and his black Lodge but in The Last Observer we do not learn much about the man, where he came from and why he is, well – who he is. The Lord of the Elements follows Edward through college as his interest in magic grows. After college, he is taken under the wing of a rich banker who becomes Edward’s adopted father in many respects. As well as being a successful private banker, Cyril Bainbridge is also the Grand Master of a Magic Lodge based

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