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From Poet of the Sphere to The Sound of Mark, from The Eternal Boy to The Dreamer and The Dream, from Too Close To The Sun to Playing God, from The Wolf in Me, The Wolf in You, The Wolf in Us to Vega – The Vampire King, from The Rambler to Poet of the Multiverse, from The Comeback Kid to The Pathfinder, from The Doorman to I’ll Meet You At The Lighthouse, from The Storyteller to The Return of The Wolf, from Scales & George to The Affair, from The Shadow of The Wolf to my new poetry collection The Outsider – all my published poetry and stories are all now available to buy from Amazon! Get yourself a copy now! 😎

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My Poem “Punk”

So much has changed…
the world is so different…
when you look at the world we live in
can you believe that this is
what everything and everyone has come to?
From music to movies;
from the way we entertain ourselves
to who we choose to entertain us;
from the easy access to instant knowledge
to the immediate interconnectivity
we have with one others all around the world;
it’s sometimes hard to believe
that we have allowed ourselves to be
brought to this state of being that we are now in:
a world of perpetual uncertainty
where the rich seem to be calling all the shots
and the poor are suffering like never before;
a war of fear, instability, intimidation, and violence
being committed under the guise of securing peace…
the problem with having lived through
multiple states of change and having witnessed
things go from good to bad to worse,
if you are still someone with the clarity of perception,
you realise and you know that people
may have been better off before
we started allowing algorithms to determine
how, what, where, when, and why
we chose to do what we did -
because some days it is more obvious than others
that we are living in an age of mass social anxiety,
mental health issues, and manipulation
at the hands of those with
all the resources and power in the world.

This world is not the same
as it was when I was younger…
this planet has become
even more dangerous
than it was supposed to be…
this reality sometimes feels to unreal
that people believe we are living in a simulation -
because the way things are sometimes seems
so out of the ordinary and as if
everything and everyone is being directed
towards a particular goal and end point,
like the plot of a film, a book, or a video game…
the societies of the globe have never felt more
at odds with one another and as if
everything and everyone is teetering
on the edge of a fall from which
there may never be any recovery from,
because tensions are so high
and so many people are dying
because of the aggressive nature of those
who want to control as much as possible
just because they can.

I think we have collectively lost
more than we have gained as a species,
as a planet, as a whole,
and the problem is no one can stop
what was started years ago before,
because this world is far too deep
into the delusion and the illusion
that is daily veiled over the vast majority of people -
and as a result no one can tell
what is true and what is false,
what is real and what is fantasy,
not to mention whether who and what
we see on a screen is factually accurate
or fabricated by A.I.
and that is why it is so important
to not take anything you see or hear
virtually as being the truth until
you see and you hear the same thing
from a variety of sources,
because it is so easy to be fooled
by the clowns who have become
the enemy of the people
while claiming to represent
and have the best interests
of the majority of the population
of the world at the forefront of their mind -
when in actuality there are so many
“leaders” who are harming the people of the world
in more ways than they could ever realise
or care to take a concerted interest in;
however, that is why I believe
the world will always need those
who have never wanted to be a part of the mainstream,
those who people who know that
absolute power corrupts absolutely,
and those who just want to be
who and what they are and don’t care about
who and what they are supposed to be
and what they are supposed to do -
because this world is full of so many people
who will tell you what you want to hear,
but the real truth tellers are those who might
count themselves as a member of the community
of the world who rebel against the idea of conformity
and who are at their heart a life long “punk”.

My Poem “Simpatico”

Ever since I was a child
I have always sought to understand
everything and everyone…
ever since I was a boy
I have always sensed that there
will always be more to learn about life,
the universe, as well as where
each and everyone of us came from…
ever since I was a child
I have always felt at ease
talking to people about what it is
that they hold dear
more than anything in the world…
ever since I was a boy
I have wondered about how my presence
would affect the way that people perceive me,
think of me, and what they expect of me;
however, as I have grown in more ways than one,
I have become more aware than some
that I have always had a connection
and a relationship with something
beyond my comprehension
but not beyond my ability to harness
in an attempt to share my experience,
my knowledge, my vision, and my instinct
of multiple perspectives and a variety of realities
all existing simultaneously,
like the crystalline components that combine
so perfectly in the form of pearl…
having always been a dreamer,
I have never had any trouble, nor any doubt,
believing that everything means something,
and every day everything and everyone
seeks to attain a certain level of success and contentment
in becoming and being in whatever state
they know feels right to them;
however not everyone gets the chance
to live out their hopes and dreams
and be the beneficiaries
of their aspirations and desires -
but the secret is that everything and everyone
wishes to have instances of inspiration,
creativity, resilience, respect, and rejuvenation
the like of which I have been fortunate
to have experienced as a boy, a young man,
and someone who gets along with
everything and everyone else around me
while also having to remind myself
that so much complexity goes into something
that from the outside looking in
seems so serene and so simple.

My Poem “Noon”

What I did not know then,
but what I understand now,
is that everything and everyone
has their time in sun,
and then when they have reached their peak
it is time for everything and everyone
to decide in what direction they should proceed…
what I could not have known before,
but what I definitely know now,
is that there comes a time
when some things need to be left behind,
when some people need to pack up their troubles
and move on to somewhere else…
what I would not have done at any other time,
but what I have decided to do now,
is to return to the place where I was
and take my leave of the weight
that I have been forced to carry
and become a stranger even to myself…
what I am will never change,
but something has changed,
because everything always does
and because everything always must -
so I guess this is my cue to be on my way,
because now it is the time of midday,
because now I figure that
I have got nothing left to lose;
because there is no better time
than the present to take a bow,
because there is no better time
for the world to turn upside down
than at the time of Noon.

My Poem “Fearless Felix”

My poem “Fearless Felix” taken from my 2026 poetry collection ‘The Outsider’ – out now and available to buy online from Amazon.

My Poem “Super Fantastic”

My poem “Super Fantastic” taken from my 2026 poetry collection ‘The Outsider’ – out now and available to buy online from Amazon.

My poem “Small Talk… Big Talk” taken from my 2026 poetry collection ‘The Outsider’ – out now and available to buy online from Amazon.

My Poem “Like Riding A Bike”

No one ever truly forgets
how to do something -
especially once someone has found
the required level of skill to be able
to repeatedly do the same thing
over and over again without thinking,
and when that happens some acts
become seemingly second nature and effortless…
some knowledge is taught by teachers and mentors,
while some knowledge is almost instinctive
and can feel as if has been acquired
after having been passed down
through some kind of genetic inheritance and memory…
some people take to some things so quickly
that it is immediately apparent that their connection
to something is harder to explain than usual,
because some people seem to have
a prodigy-like gift to be able to grasp
the concept of what something is
with such speed that their abilities
can dumbfound the mind of observers…
some people may take longer than others
to understand the mechanics of how something operates;
because some people are more practically minded,
while others are more theoretical in their approach -
which is why everyone who is seemingly
struggling with something should be encouraged
to never stop trying to make something
make sense to them and in such a way
that only they can see why something
means the way that it does…
some people are just not meant
to be able to do everything,
nor to be able to hear everything,
nor to be able to see everything,
nor to be able to understand everything
that other people might be able to -
and there is nothing wrong with that,
because everyone is different
and not every piece of knowledge
and information about how something is done
can easily be translated, transferred,
replicated, and evolved until it becomes
something innate and as natural as art;
however, when something “feels right”
and just seems so natural when you think about it
and whenever you engage in it,
everything that comes to you
like you have done it before -
even before you tried to do it -
can feel like you are reliving and reenacting
an experience that you could never forget even you tried,
like how people describe that
no one who ever learned something
could ever forget what they know:
because sometimes some things
are just “like riding a bike”.

The Outsider: “Soldier On”

The poem “Soldier On” by Mark Hastings, taken from his 2026 poetry collection ‘The Outsider’ – out now and available to buy online from Amazon.

The Outsider: “Like Riding A Bike”

The poem “Like Riding A Bike” by Mark Hastings, taken from his 2026 poetry collection ‘The Outsider’ – out now and available to buy online from Amazon.

My Poem “Give Back”

The creation of anything, or anyone,
is not always as simple as it sounds…
art doesn’t spontaneously
emerge from out of nothing…
everything evolves because of experience -
what works, what’s compatible,
what makes it across the line,
what doesn’t work, what falls through the cracks,
for whatever reason;
however, sometimes there is no predicting
why one thing will endure over another…
the reason why something
becomes a trend to follow,
and why something else does not
leave as much of an impression and an impact,
sometimes has nothing to do
with anything other than time…
sometimes some things are not meant to be
appreciated at the time of their release
into the wider world and they are
only recognised for what they are long after
their voice has become an echo -
and sometimes, miraculously, something
can be given a new lease of life
and be rediscovered and rewarded
with what they were always entitled to…
there is more to life than what
could ever be read in a book,
and there is more to life than
anyone could ever know
from being told by someone else -
because life and people are complex,
and things such as a dreams,
or the spark of creativity,
are necessary to making life and people
what they are supposed to be…
in order to be able to make something
that wasn’t there before
you have got to be willing to go to the edge
of your understanding and allow yourself
to be carried away by the ideas
that capture your imagination
and can grow in strength to become
so powerful that they can seem to rival reality
and feel like magic…
every word of every spell and incantation
ever uttered by any storyteller and gatekeeper
is able to open more doors and more opportunities
for more things to come through
and make their presence known;
but in order to get something
sometimes you need to give beforehand,
and then the cycle of reciprocity continues,
over and over again, as life and people
repeatedly receive and then give back.