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Having always had a major interest in writing and music,I am lucky enough these days to have an outlet for both. On the music front I play in a couple of bands, these days mainly at a local level. My writing seem to sprawl across a wide range of genres and

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: War: 5 of 544
Poppies He was only sixteen when he answered the call, And followed his peers to the war to end wars. Sent over the water to fight for the state, But the glory he sought, turned to fear and to hate. A few glorious charges, that was what they were told, All over by Christmas ands then back to the fold. So much left unsaid in ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Instincts: 1 of 62
Human instinct. When all the world advises us of how things aught to be, There's something niggles deep inside, that says that they're not right. They cannot paste their values on a person such as me, For instinct tells me they are wrong, and helps me in my plight. They said that we were doomed to fail, I felt we could succe... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spiritual: 16 of 655
The Spirit of Albion I've crossed the flat lands to the east, Beheld the wild Atlantic shore. Seen the island in the rain, Walked the windswept Roman wall. Ive taken passage to the holy Isle, Stood on Keno's southern moors, Drunk from Scottish waters clear And climbed the mighty Tor. I can show you forgotten pathways That le... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Boredom: 6 of 200
Hey little spider climbing up the fret towards the plectrum How do you find the energy to climb toward my hand, Taking in vibration, sound, so full of every spectrum, When I have no energy to care, or try to understand. Bored to my skin with notes that ripple off my swollen fingers, While no one listens to the strum, bored w... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Veterans: 3 of 64
Veterans Though he may walk with crooked stick, And talk with bitter tone, I know his actions aren't as quick, as those that he has known. His hip is worn, his legs are frail, He gaits with stooping back, And yet he lived to tell the tale, Although his teeth are black. His mind is clouded from a war, He fought to make us fre... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Walking in the fog: 6 of 112
Walking in the fog. How sleepy is the world amongst the mist, Protected by it's cloak from all reality, Reminding me of lovers I have kissed, And live in dreams, and are no longer part of me. Distant as all those objects that the mist obscures, Her hair, her voice, a cloud of reason past, The mists of time have hidden her al... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Cloudy skies: 12 of 164
Like little cotten balls of wool that float through summer skies, As inspiration to their thoughts, blue background and a breeze, Makes mankind think of how God gave us gifts to make us wise, And pass that summer afternoon in thoughtful gifts that please. Then come the Autumn clouds of grey that water all the earth, With goo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Religion: 11 of 140
Pathways. Through autumn leaves he walks with grace The western wind plays on his face, Watching the sea, where the currents race, Ever searching for eternal answers. The coastal path leads away from here, To a place of release from aggression and fear, His final goal that ever draws near, Where he can lay down all worldly c... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Truth: 41 of 215
Lies, Damned Lies. (Dedicated to Anthony Blair Esq.) Let your artist paint a picture, Depict the way it's going to be, Call renaissance men, bring courtiers Come gather round and see. Through blinkered eyes; with narrow minds And glasses tinted rose, Let them congratulate your vision And the policy you impose. Let your orato... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: New York City: 17 of 79
The big apple That sits amidst buildings and life, Ever moving, Ever calling me towards Living the dream, Where taking a bite, Of an apple a day, Keeps the mind active, The soul alive, And enthusiastic To greet another day. They named in twice, And so did I, New York City, Land of plenty. More..