My Haunted Life Too is OUT
I know that by now, you have all rushed over to your respective Amazon sites and procured your Kindle copy of My Haunted Life Too right? No? Why not? Out today!! Scare yourself to sleep for just 99 cents with My Haunted Life Too on Kindle! Get it here. While you are there, don’t forget to download my poetry collection – Moon Whispers – for free and grab your copy of My Haunted Life – the original in the series….
Read More »It Doesn’t Matter Anymore
It doesn’t matter Matter anymore A life lived An open door No matter anymore It doesn’t matter Matter anymore Such a stress Bloody mess It doesn’t matter Matter anymore So serious What was that about? So erroneous I said that No doubt Life and death It seemed so serious A waking dream Horrifically delirious I thought it mattered I really did I thought I had to try I really did I thought I should be Like so acute Like dark glasses Sideways cute But now I know I have just understood And now I laugh Like you knew I would It doesn’t matter Matter anymore A life lived An open door No matter anymore It doesn’t matter Matter anymore Such a stress Bloody mess It doesn’t matter Matter anymore
Read More »Adam and Eve
I have the words But perhaps I lack the wisdom Exploration is an exciting game Especially of those darkened inner regions As I build my tortuous iron chain Just like that of poor Mr. Marley Seeking ever more worldly gain To take along to my final party But there are chinks in my armour That steely shell that I built To protect myself from me Don’t need that silly psycho drama Strutting on a worldly stage Never to be heard no more A fool full of his own import But trapped in the guilded cage Of his own idiotic nature Nothing, nothing more to be Life’s a package of candy With sticky tangy centers Pungent tastes in the chewing Dissolves to nothing but tasty spit As I fade into the
Read More »Happy Christmas – Moon Whispers
All this week you can get your christmas gift from me a tad early – its my poetry collection Moon Whispers and it is FREE on Kindle all this week. If you enjoy it, please write a review and check out my others. The paperback version is really cool and would also make a great present! Get it here in the US and here in the UK. Reviews 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 homages to food in “50 Shades of Food” to life’s more existential questions, as in “Touching Emptiness” and the quote
Read More »Tall Story
Afloat and at sea Bobbing like a cork On the widest of widest ocean Comedy in perpetual motion White tips go surfing by Water, lots of bloody water and Yet not a drop to drink Only time to sit and think A rocky shore lies off to the west Fiery dragons reside to the north Things are going south though Thats not a place I want to go Tall ships passing me by Rowing now faster and ever faster Tidal currents are hard to beat Especially where pressures meet Directionless, I move onwards east I am following a lonely star Shining brightly in the night sky All I can do now is sit and sigh As we drift on inner currents Mapping the inner tides Charting uncharted territory Writing Act
Read More »The Art
In the silence I can hear As I watch my heartfelt prayer In the stillness of the inner I ask forgiveness and renewal The Sea is still and deep Reflections there to keep Aqua fluidly accepts ideas Smoothes and refines, purifies And throws them on the Fire Flaming through intense desire To work the Art of magic The inner to the outer flows Water steams as ember glows I see, I hope, I know That from my uttered words will grow The qualities that I seek I am, stillness, eternal A presence in the space A fluctuating lighted face Flickering half-formed in the first light I imagine that it will grow so very bright Consuming, boiling, generating Between the darkness and the light And everything is simply just right As
Read More »Confusion Ends
Sleepless Lying prone And quite alone Breathless Images forming Arising, slinking I hear the words I see the signs I know it all means something I watch the faces I travel afar In my astral car Still seeking, looking Restless So tired Really wired Listless Images rise Under indigo skies I listen to the sounds I explore the horizon I know it all means something I follow leads And look for clues In my astral shoes Still seeking, searching Questless Did I arrive? A story to contrive Lifeless Did it just end? A permanent ascend
Read More »A Quandary of Existence
Stillness A quiet so loud I am deafened by the nothingness Brightness A light so bright I am blinded by its’ darkness Inside is outside Life is just a dream Inner worlds reflected To the outside deflected Sanity in my madness Light in my darkness An upside down world Or am I the hanged man? Voices that talk to me They say I am not alone That I am connected To everything I rejected All is me just reflected In a word – redacted Where is the edge to this? Is my head hanging beyond? I am so small, so very tiny Just a speck in eternity I am though at the center And yet I don’t remember This is all simply just me Yes, everything that we can see
Read More »Getting Older
I once thought that I would last forever Had no concerns at all Burned the candles at both ends And in the middle too But there came a time when I suddenly understood Time, was moving quickly on Everyone looks older But not necessarily wiser Certain songs are sung memories Of times now long gone Partying with people Whose names I no longer remember Yes indeed, life has moved on Getting older Getting bolder With each passing day Where there is a will They say that there is a way But the way my body feels I’m sometimes not so sure Quite frankly The word manure Or a derivation Comes to mind And you know What I find So bloody difficult Is actually that Aging is so damned Unkind
Read More »The Last Supper
In the run up to Halloween, here is another true and strange tale of the paranormal. I will post a new strange true story each day so don’t miss them. At the beginning of my second year of college, I moved into a flat in West Bromwich. It was quite a distance from the University but it was the only thing I could find that I could afford. There was a bus ride into Birmingham and so I just had to get used to the idea of commuting. At some point I had acquired a very large paper poster of Leonardo Da Vinci’s Last Supper. I really liked the painting and would often spend time studying the detail of the picture. It hung proudly on the main wall of the
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