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I have been writing poetry for a number of years, in times when the inspiration is
right. It has taken a long while to assemble enough writings to consider a volume,
but now that this has been done, A publication is underway and slated to be published
soon.
Here's a few of my older poems that have been previously published
in a poetry compilation called The Last Red Smartie (1996, ISBN 0969836805):
When I grow up
I want to be a man
a strong man
with lots of muscles
and own a lot of spandex briefs
I want to wrestle alligators
and hunt rhinos
stalk predators
and scare young kids
I want to be a Jimmy Jones or a Charlie Manson
I want to be a serial killer
and eat Shreddies for breakfast
I want to be a garbage man
and take out the trash
like Steven Segal
I want to be a tongue fetishist
or maybe a dentist
or a cool guy
who feeds lawyers to lions
whatever
Live life as a silent dream
a movie filled with scenes of rage
curtained by a veil of darkness
damned to eternal shores of liquid fire
raging up it's terror from the deep
and unto blackn'd skies
where worries tread, and whisper in an eternal silence...
Long live my years of selfish worries
and sterling silence complimented by desires
wrought in painful memories of past and present
the strong are the few that remain
amid ruins of kingdoms,
go in peace, feel not injustice done
but fate played out in the hand of destiny
And on the silent wings of time
lifted to another existance
where anxieties roam
like the black tide that sweeps 'round my feet
and leaves nothing in it's wake
still, far off, to the distant horizon
where angers flourish as burning embers
the winged demons of wrath
take flight into the sky
only a noble memory remains,
then flees.
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