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Carl Halling. Born Again Bible Believing Christian Actor, Singer, Songwriter, Writer (Barely/Rarely Paid), born on the Goldhawk Road, W6, in the Chiswick/Shepherds Bush/Hammersmith district of West London, UK. Born Again 1993.

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Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Depression: 1 of 44

In the autumn of 1983, David took residence in a room on the grounds of his allotted Lycée in Brétigny-sur-Orge, a commune in the southern suburbs of Paris some sixteen miles south of the city centre. It was during those early days in Paris that he became infected by a serious sense of self-disillusion, a...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Paris: 1 of 31

Early days as a flâneur I recall the couple On the Métro When I was still innocent Of its labyrinthine complexities Slim pretty white girl Clad head to toe In new blue denim Wistfully smiling While her muscular black beau Stared straight through me With fathomless, fulgorous orbs And one of them spoke (Almost in...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love hurts: 2 of 50

Though we fight every day I can say Honey, I do love you With a love, A burning love A tender love A kind of love That’s forever true It seems that it’s the truth Between man And woman And age and youth It’s true that we do Hurt most the one we love So many times I’ve let you down I’ve messed yo...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Confusion: 12 of 144

One Sun Drunk Day He Said Introduction The following testament to post-adolescent confusion was recently forged from a model originally sketched out by myself ca. 1976, and so is very much a slice of juvenalia, and barely alterred as such in fact. Needless to say, I no longer in any way share this confused young ma...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My soul's despair: 2 of 23

The Debris of My Existence Until recently, I had the impression Of decaying Along with the moral standards Of contemporary Europe With London as the lieu To which all autoroutes lead. In my room, I was surrounded By debris Of my existence, Lacking the will even to clear The carpet, whose colour, Incidental...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Tribute to mothers: 6 of 68

Introduction The following is a tribute to the early life of my beloved mother, the deeply gifted British-Canadian singer Miss Ann Watt, or Mrs Ann Halling as she's known today. It was written, as are all my writings, in a spirit of Christian truth and integrity to the best of my ability. In June 1949, my father th...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Memories of my grandmother: 5 of 53

My grandmother Phyllis Mary Pinnock was born into a middle – or upper middle – class family sometime towards the end of the 19th or beginning of the 20th century, possibly in the Dulwich area of South East London. Given that her father had been what is known as a gentleman, meaning that he was independently...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Escape: 16 of 151

If I fell in love with you I would like to Make my dreams come true You could fulfil all yours too So come on angel Just one look will do I’ll lose my heart to you Like all the moonstruck do We could go all round the world Just like other Moonstruck girls and boys So come on angel Don’t be scared We are only youn...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Young love: 7 of 65

I shaped a heart outside her door With the matches I’d procured We had our season in the sun Our romance when we were young It wasn’t so long ago A new time may have grown And so many tears have flown But it wasn’t so long ago A melody plays from time gone by All the years between them fly I’m back in...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alcoholism: 12 of 110

Lone Birthday Boy Dancing Yesterday for my birthday, I started off with a bottle of wine... I took the train into town... I had half a bitter at the Cafe de Piaf in Waterloo... I went to work for a couple of hours or so; I had a pint after work; I went for an audition; after the audition, I had another pint and a half; I had...