poetry

Touching the Emptiness

Touch the emptiness Stretching deepness Cooling depths Old memories Black and white Like old movies Funny feelings As if I could touch Touch the emptiness It’s on the edge As if momentarily Forgotten Was that my childhood? Was that really me? Stretching deeply To touch the emptiness Its’ dreamlike quality Chasing that thought Is there a reason? Am I all for naught? Touching the emptiness Building a soulful thirst Driving onwards ever wearily Towards the setting Sun Yet didn’t it just begin? Started in the sixties Images, floating illusions Touching the emptiness My father has already gone He prepares the place Wherever that is as he Touches the emptiness Birth, Death, emptiness Cyclic like the seasons I came from the emptiness And there I will return Reaching out, stretching On

Read More »

Fifty Shades of Food

Crispy tomato Ham smothered in bread Lettuce and raddish Give me some fried eggs Drizzle me something Make it sweet or sour Bacon sizzles in the pan Can you smell it? I bet you can   Creamy potato Luscious fried chicken thighs Onions and garlic Whip me up some cream Dazzle me in calories Make them hot or cold My cheesecake is rising fast Bring it on baby The die is cast   Cheesy toasties Sinful seasoning too A Cherry on top A sultry salty turnip to go Shoot me some ketchup Come and fry it up A saucy strudel explosion Deliciously rude And saucy emotion  

Read More »

The Visitor

It was some strange time in the morning So early it was still night and without sunlight The air was so cold and you could hear a pin drop I shivered involuntarily and tried to sleep But there it was again The deepest of sighs rattling like a death breath My blood ran cold I strained to listen hearing the loudness of total silence But there it was again A scraping rustling sound scratching along the hallway My heart palpitated At any moment now that door will begin to open At any moment now I will scream with all my lungs And there will be nothing there Nothing there at all And I will lay and pray That the morning sun rises soon illuminating my room And ensuring that my

Read More »

The Flame

I am but a small and fragile flame I flicker and seek to grow I think myself apart and Desire to grow much brighter To enflame the World The Truth is I am of the Fire I am simply a part of the whole Awareness is all I really desire I am the fire And I am of The Fire An aspect of the One From the book Astral Messages by Dr. G. Michael Vasey available on all Amazon sites.  

Read More »

The Power of a Song!

It’s just a song But it echoes of yesterday. Memories are triggered By a simple set of chords. Images floating on by Regrets or perhaps simply Happy cherished memories. The simple power of a song Was that a good time? If only I could go back there Meet people and go back to places Now long gone and passed by Perhaps meaningless at the time Taken in with that fleeting feeling Of immortality that only comes With the arrogance of our youth.

Read More »

Ambition

One of my ambitions is to sell a few books. OK, I have sold a few books already but not enough to match the ambition. No, I mean a few thousand of one book. The Last Observer, my first novel, probably is the leading candidate for that ambition at least until I can finish the one I am working on at the moment and get it out. The Last Observer has gotten a lot of good reviews but it hasn’t taken off like I had hoped. Check it out… it is a short read and a fast-paced adventure that along the way, will give you a lot to think about on the nature of reality. Join Stanley as he gets sucked into a world of black and white magic. It

Read More »

The Journey

I see inside with dream-like vision I glide through slinky lines of time Silver lights and golden kites I bathe in light and gently recline Like feeling carelessness’ caress Ripples moving up and down my spine Thunderous sounds so boldly loud Speak? These tongues simply opine Tunnels filled and gently moved along Dancing faeries all in a line I drift and travel onwards still Into worlds and realms of mine Is this truly my heaven then? In the stillness of this un-time Deeper and yet deeper still Into this universe of patient calm Knowing that whatever I foresee I am certain that it’s really mine

Read More »

Bored

Sitting here Not sure what to do I could start something Or I could do nothing At all The truth is I am bored Bored with my life I’m looking for escape Seeking excitement, or nothing At all Been half a century Actually a little more Been here, been there Actually, almost everywhere It’s all bland All pre-canned So fucking boring Listen, I’m snoring Bored with the politics Bored with nationalism Bored with the fighting And jostling for position Bored with the arguments Bored with the song Bored with almost everything It’s been too long Sitting here Still wondering what to do Shall I start something Or do nothing At all The truth is I am bored Bored with it all I’m wanting excitement Or nothing At all

Read More »

UDI For Me

All my life I have worked so hard I made some money too But I spent it all on you All my life I wanted something A certain way of life But caved in to the wife U D I Sick of living this lie U D I For ME! All my life I did what others asked Lived for them, not me Is that why I’m so unhappy? All my life so totally stressed out Trying to make ends meet Heart beating a different beat U D I Sick of living this lie U D I For ME! I’m going to do what I want I’m going to go where I want I’m going to live for me I’m going to please myself I’m gonna spend money on myself

Read More »

Three Books of Poetry….

I have three books of poetry in print. All are available on Amazon sites in paperback and Kindle formats. This is their story…. I began writing poems when I was a boy. It was an outlet. A few years ago, I found a huge pile of handwritten poems that I had written dating back to 1974 and, trust me, some were just downright embarrassing! Some, however, weren’t all that bad. I put these in a pile and typed them into MS WORD for better keeping and put them all in my poetry directory on my PC. I had about 50 poems there so I once again selected what I thought were some of the best and made them into a book. It was self-published off course but it was a

Read More »