My Poem “The Osmosis Oasis”

Time does not always go in one direction…
memory is always fluid…
every moment of every day –
on the screens, on the pages, on the minds,
that everybody sees, reads, and takes in –
everybody learns something new…
those who can see, see more than they realize…
those who can hear, hear more than they know…
those who willingly immerse and intoxicate themselves
with something are changed in more ways
than can be seen by looking into a personโ€™s eyes…
those who leap and escape into a world of their own making
are really living within a reality of influences,
of nostalgia, of dreams, of memories,
of feelings that they can return to
at any time of the day and wherever they go…
our world is constantly changing;
however, like an ocean, or like an Easter Egg
at the center of a game, there always lies
things that were believed lost and impossible to find –
but over time everything rises
to the surface and is found again…
messengers and messages surround us always…
nothing and no one is ever truly forgotten…
every day the world reconfigure’s itself,
and with every new birth nothing, no one,
no world can ever remain the same…
life can sometimes feel like an ocean…
life can sometimes feel like a maze…
life can sometimes feel like a dream
born of the mind and of the imagination
of someone with an often quirky, varied,
imaginative, artistic, poetic, nostalgic,
mind who has the power to allow their dreams
and their wishes to run away with themselves,
inspiring others to create, to build,
and to keep alive their own private oases of osmosis.

Happy World Poetry Day!


My Poem “The Universe”

All my life I have been obsessed with time…
all my life I have wished that each and every one of us
could have all the time in the world to do
what we want to do, to go where we want to go,
to be with whom we want to be with…
what I have learned throughout my life
is that time and space is infinite,
however our lives are brief
and the moments that we have
to enjoy everything around us come and go far too soon…
all my life I have been inspired by time,
by space, by nature, by people,
by the universe of the seen and the invisible, by love,
and by the theory of everything that everybody has
to explain who we are, what we are,
when we are, where we are, and why we are…
all my life I have had heroes…
all my life I have had happy memories to look back upon
and a bright horizon to look towards…
all my life I have had my mind and my imagination
opened up to the infinite possibilities of existence –
and one of my heroes and inspirations,
since I was given his book ‘A Brief History of Time’
for Christmas back in 1998, has been the astounding genius
Professor Stephen Hawking, who I am afraid to say
has now left this world and who now possesses
the grand unified theory of everything
that he sought all his life…
all my life I have shared my life with hope,
and I have always believed that if we all were
to work together as one world, as one universe,
as one unified creation, then each and every one of us
could reach, dream, and travel among the stars
in an infinite moment of time –
and I believe that if we were to follow
Stephen Hawking’s example then none of us
could ever be bound, as if in a nutshell,
because then we would realize
that we are all capable of doing things
beyond the ever expanding periphery of time,
space, love, and life that is the universe.

Rest In Peace, Stephen Hawking

My Poem “Mum Love”

I love my Mum!
I love my Mum in so many ways…
I have loved my Mum since the instant
that I opened my eyes and I stared longingly
at her beautiful face…
I love my Mum and to me there is no one else like her…
I love my Mum and to me she
is the epitome of the perfect mother…
I love my Mum and she has loved me
since the day I was born…
I love my Mum and every day she gives
the gift of her loving soul to her family
while not expecting anything in return…
I love my Mum and I always will…
I love my Mum to me she will always be beautiful…
I love my Mum like a flower loves the sun…
I love my Mum, and just as my Mum will always love me
I will always love her
and I will always be her loving son.

The Wolf in Me – “One Year Later…”

Hi there! ๐Ÿ™‚

It has been a year to the day since my first novel, The Wolf In Me, was first published – and to mark the occasion, I thought that it would be fun to draw a sketch of my novel’s protagonist, Olivia Hunter, and also to the continue her story, in a way, in the form of a short journal entry that she would have written one year after the events that took place in the story that I wrote about her life and her struggle with finding her identity while also blessed with the gift/the curse of becoming a werewolf. The Wolf In Me is essentially a story about someone going through an extreme existential identity-crisis, you could say? However, it is also a story about survival, about loss, about actions and consequences, about spirit, and about holding on to and using the strength of your mind, your body, and your soul to overcome any and all of the testing situations that we all find ourselves in from time to time.

So, here is Olivia’s short journal entry, “One Year Later…”: *spoilers ahead for The Wolf In Me*

Happy The Wolf In Me Day! ๐Ÿ™‚


My Poem “Never Say Die”

Even when it is dark
and all that you see outside your window
is white, cold, and bleak,
never once close your eyes and ever admit defeat…
even when there appears to be nowhere
and no way to take one step forward or one step back
take it slow wherever you have to go,
because as long as you keep moving
the steps that you take and every move that you make
will not be your last…
to keep moving is to keep fighting…
to think of your heart within your chest as a fire
is one of the ways that we all need to stay alive…
every day is a test – however, some days
test us more than others…
every day those who suffer through pain
have to constantly motivate themselves
to step out from under their comfortable bedcovers…
it can be hard to get through things
when we feel that the odds are against us
and the situation that we face is grim –
but when we are faced with such a circumstance
we all need to look within and call upon our inner strength
to get us through the storm that we are confronted by…
whenever the weather is bad and our paths seem impassable,
we all need to be a rebel, we all need to keep calm,
we all need to keep going, and we all need to never say die.

My Poem “The Eighties”

I grew up in the 1980s…
I grew up in the decade when
the world was blessed with the best
and with the most memorable days of their lives…
when I think of the 1980s and the time of my childhood,
I look back with awe and with a nostalgic longing
to return to those days –
even if only for a short time…
I can still remember living, breathing, growing,
and enjoying every one of the gifts of humanity
that were ever-present and essential…
I, like many, still vividly remember what I saw,
what I heard, and what I felt when I was a child –
what I was fortunate to have seen, heard, and felt
for the first time, at the moment that
their star of influence began to rise
and instantly started to impact
and change the world forevermore…
television, movies, music, games, books –
the characters, the vehicles, the fashions,
the songs and the soundtracks
that continue to stand the test of time –
that to this day are still re-watched,
replayed, rediscovered, and renewed
for a brand new generation…
to me, there is nothing like nostalgia…
to me, there is nothing like revisting
the precious memories of your youth…
there is something about certain times
in our collective history that resonates
with some people on an emotional
and on an almost cellular level…
there is something special about remembering
the things we used to watch,
the things we used to listen to,
and in the ways that we used to enjoy them…
there is something wonderful, heart-racing,
exhilarating, and magical about using
our imagination as a vehicle to go back in time,
like the Delorean time-machine
from the Back to the Future movies,
and in a small way reliving decades-old memories –
and even though I am now in my thirties
and my childhood now feels like a life-time ago,
I still love thinking back, I still loving watching back,
and I still love using the songs that I remember from my youth
to take me back and give me a rush of euphoric recollection,
like the feeling of returning home:
the same overwhelming sense of belonging and joy
that I ways feel when I think back to the 1980s.

My Poem “Connecting…”

So much of life is about finding connections…
so much of life involves beginning from somewhere new…
so much of life is about making choices and decisions…
so much of life involves everybody having to dig deeper
and further discover more about something that they never knew…
so much awaits those who do not listen too intently
to the voices who vehemently proclaim
that something cannot be done…
so much can be attained by those who choose
to look beyond the horizon for the answers that they seek…
so much music becomes un-muted to our ears
when we listen to the hopes and the dreams
of those who love what they do
because they do what they love…
so much can be expressed when we no longer surround
ourselves with the walls and the barriers
that can sometimes make us feel claustrophobic
and like a Goldfish in a fish-bowl…
so much needs to be seen… so much needs to be said…
so much happens instantaneously and beyond our control…
so much comes easy to us when we put our faith and our trust
into that which calls out from within us to be allowed to shine…
so many people do not have the confidence in their own voice
and they shy away from any and all opportunities
when and where they can open up their soul
like a flower that becomes their most alive when they are blooming…
everyone in this world is a work of art in the making –
and like the sometimes hidden meaning of a piece of art,
the only way to see what is ever-present
is to reach out with all of your senses
and embrace every moment with which you are connecting…

My Poem “A World of Time”

A world of time… a world of faces…
a world of life… a world of places…
a world of mountains… a world of waterfalls…
a world of fountains… a world of the very small…
a world of the very tall…
a world of intelligence… a world of beauty…
a world of providence… a world of poetry…
a world of imagination… a world of dreamers…
a world of interconnection… a world of believers…
a world of vastness… a world of colour…
a world of wanderlust… a world of desire…
a world of love… a world of light…
a world of worshipers of the sky and the heavens above…
a world of day and a world of night…
a world of history… a world of hellos and goodbyes…
a world of symmetry… a world of synchronicity
all living the dream of their life
and all doing what makes sense to them
in a world of time.

My Poem “Wild at Heart”

Everyone is wild at heart…
everyone shows just how wild they are
every time their eyes grow wide, they cry,
and they open their mouth in a scream or in a laugh…
everyone is young at heart…
everyone shows just how youthful, rebellious,
and energetic they can still be –
even if most of the time they feel like
they have to “act their age” and stay in after dark…
everybody always has memories of times in their life
when they were able to act without any fear of boundaries
and allow their body and their mind to run free –
because nobody ever forgets that feeling of liberation,
that unbounded power that is at the centre
of the inner light of glee that rises
like the golden light of the sun
that glistens over the waves of a morning sea…
even within the most serene and tranquil of landscapes
there lies a wild spirit whose heart is always racing…
even within the quietest and the most remote places
of solitude there can be heard a call
that some find invigorating…
ever since I was a child, my mind, my eyes,
my emotions, my drive, the voice within me
that I have drawn my inspiration and my strength from,
has been that of the wolf within me –
however, it wasn’t until I found the soulmate of my dreams
that I realized that I have always been a part of a union
of two halves – one male, one female –
and two souls bound together
because they are one and the same: wild at heart.

My Poem “Loving You”

I can’t stop thinking about
the one who saved me…
I can’t stop seeing in my mind
the one who completes me…
I can’t stop remembering
the one million and more memories
that I and the love of my life have shared…
I can’t stop wishing once every second
that I were back there where my angel of inspiration
every day shines and hypnotizes me
with the gorgeous glare of her beautiful stare…
I can’t stop thinking about where we have been
and what we have both seen…
I can’t stop reliving those moments
and the best times of my life,
because what we have experienced together felt so incredible,
amazing and heavenly to me they could easily have been a dream –
but they were not merely a dream… they were real…
everything that I still remember so vividly happened
and the stories that we both can retell word for word
in perfect symmetry and synchronicity are all true…
I can’t stop believing that no matter the time
and the distance between us that we are always going to be
two halves of the same heart and soul,
and when I look into the eyes of my muse
that mesmerize me every time I see them
because they are so vibrant and strikingly blue,
even if I cannot always be heard saying a single word
I am always saying to you, Melissa,
my fiance, that I love you!
I can’t stop the fountain of love that I feel for you
from flooding the world and showing anybody and everybody
how, what, and why I love you the way that I do…
I can’t stop and I will never stop loving you and only you.

My Poem “Transmute”

The essence of all art is to transmute…
the art of being an artist
is having the gift to be inspired by something,
to be transformed by something,
and to create something that elevates something
to a new level of understanding…
the spirit of everything changes as it grows
and as it interacts with all that nature creates
when it endeavors to carve out a brand new groove…
the one thing that is irrefutable about life
is that it is changeable, sometimes unpredictable,
and everybody’s short time to shine
is something that is mutual…
as everything and everybody grows
their voice changes, the biology changes,
their psychology changes, the spirituality changes –
because life, in a nutshell, is all about change
in so many ways – even the sky above changes twice a day
from black to blue, and from blue to black…
the universe is not the same as it was when it began,
and neither is anybody the same person
their whole life through –
and that is a good thing, because what would a universe,
a world, a seed, an insect, a flower, an animal,
a person be if they were unable to transmute?

My Poem “A Space-car named Desire”

A car has been launched into space…
A cherry red Tesla Roadster is now the first man-made vehicle
participating in a new space-race…
A sports-car that might ordinarily be found
cruising down the highways
and the roads of an Earthbound human city
is now orbiting Earth and broadcasting
The Best of David Bowie
while on its way and at the beginning
of a billion year-old life and journey –
and I don’t know about you,
but the thought of such a thing
happening in my lifetime is truly
amazing and awe-inspiring…
The thought and the knowledge that we are now
living in a time and in a world when and where
anything is possible and anything that can be imagined
is achievable, to me is wondrous –
and it is ingenious innovators and visionaries
like Elon Musk who we have to thank
for keeping alive and stoking the fire of
the human condition and refueling the human drive
to be spellbound, amazed, and inspired –
and what better way to show an example
of our collective human ingenuity
and our indomitable human spirit
than to launch a car into space atop of a rocket,
propelled, among other things,
by dreams, imagination, and a boundless desire.

My Poem “Women”

To think that for the majority of human history
the female sex was deemed not worthy enough
to have a voice and a say in shaping the future –
even though since the birth of our species
women have been responsible for shaping
the adults of the future from the time
that they were children and learning to walk and talk…
looking back now to how things were
it is unbelievable to think
that the majority of the male members of society
used to believe that a woman’s place was at home
and that they should not venture further
than their own front-door or the nearby convenience store…
I cannot imagine living in such a misogynistic,
sexist, and an unnatural world –
however, that was indeed the world
in which so many women lived in for far too long…
I have no idea why equality is such a difficult concept
for some people to grasp – but I believe
a lot of the reasons behind some people not being able
to see why women are the strongest of the sexes
is because of the inbuilt biases and prejudices
that have been past down from parentage from a young age
and a backwards looking view of the world
that is simply archaic and out of date…
there is nothing that disturbs me more
than the thought of what women
have been subjected to throughout human history,
and it is sad to think that no matter how far we have all come
that there are still some places on Earth
and there are still some people who do not
value women as they should…
it has been 100 years since women were given
the right to vote and allow their voices to be heard
loud and clear in the United Kingdom,
and I am proud to live in the here and in the now of the present
when, and in the country where, women are valued
and considered equal to men in almost all respects –
however, though the world has made a lot of progress in equality
there is still a very long way to go.

My Poem “Senses”

When looking for inspiration,
like the petaled head of a flower,
sometimes we have to face the sun
and let its light open our eyes…
when looking for inspiration,
like a bat flying through
the dark sky of night,
sometimes we have to use
our senses to guide us
when we find ourselves
in a state of diminished sight…
when looking for inspiration,
like a young child exploring the world
of their surroundings for the first time,
sometimes we have to search, pick things up,
question what something is and what it means…
when looking for inspiration,
like a college student about to embark upon
a journey of further knowledge
and a greater understanding of what life is all about,
sometimes we have to take a leap into the unknown
and have faith in ourselves and in the power of our dreams…
when looking for inspiration,
like a hummingbird to a bird-feeder,
sometimes we have to return to the same places
over and over again in order to discover
things that we might have missed…
when looking for inspiration,
like the planet that we live upon and with,
sometimes we have to make amends with nature,
we have to embrace every new day and opportunity
as if it were a new friend
and allow everything that you gravitate towards
for whatever reason to influence your thoughts
and invigorate your senses.

My Poem “Silent Light”

The sun does not make a sound to our ears –
and yet it has a voice and a song
that it sings every second on the same frequency
that it has been broadcasting and generating
for 4.6 billion years…
the Earth beneath our feet is constantly spinning
and in a perpetual state of motion –
and though when we are standing still
we believe Earth to be stationary
it is in fact traveling through space
at 67,000 miles per hour…
the heart in our chest
beats inaudibly even to ourselves –
and it is only when we use our sense of touch
in conjunction with our inner perception
of the rhythmic beauty of our life-sustaining
organ and instrument that we can understand
how precious our heart-beats are
and how important they are in realizing
how delicate, fragile, and fleeting life is
and why there are no gifts as amazing
as that of being loved and alive…
the sounds that we hear are echoes,
vibrations, and interactions,
between many individual sources all playing at-once –
even those things that orbit in the vacuum of space
do not do so silently, however as when we want
to hear those things that are so powerful
and mean so much to all of us
sometimes we have to use our senses in the right way
in order to fully hear the voices
and the sounds of the silent light.

My Poem “Nomino”

Some words and some names
naturally emanate their true meanings…
some words and some names
naturally reveal their definitions
by being spoken with feeling…
words like “Malibu”,
phrases like “The Gold Coast”,
places like “Los Angeles”,
say so much succinctly and concisely
about their identities, as if subconsciously…
names like “Melissa”, “Bernadette”, and “Clare”,
are names bestowed upon and given to those
who are the most beautiful, stunning, graceful,
caring, and kind, who are so named
for a reason and not accidentally…
our life experiences, our memories, and our emotions
of course play into the resonance of certain things
and why we think of them as we do –
but some words and some names
do have an undeniable power to them…
some names and some words have the magic within them
to conjure up images, faces, feelings,
and they are like triggers that can start a chain-reaction…
some names and words are lyrical, they are musical,
and every syllable in their pronunciation
can have the effect of making someone smile as happy as a child,
or make someone feel as euphoric as if they had taken a drug –
but that is the amazing thing about language:
it gives us the gift of communication
and it gives us all the means to marvel in fascination.

My Poem “Five years ago today”

5 years ago today… I was a poet then and I am still a poet to this day… there was snow to be seen everywhere I looked, but I was not cold… I held up a window and a mirror for others to see into my soul… some things never change, and some things always do… I remember where I was and what I was doing five years ago, but do you? When I think back, I have not changed that much… When I look around at the world as it is now I can see and I can still remember all the things that I have seen and all the things that I have experienced that continue to mean so much. Five years goes by so fast. This is not my first retrospective flash from the past – and I know for a fact that it won't be my last. #improv #poetry #poem #onthefly #me #fiveyears #today

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A little improvised poem I just wrote on the fly after looking at this picture of myself from five years ago.

My Poem “The Safe Place”

Everybody has that where,
everybody has that when,
everybody has that place
and that time which matters to them…
everybody has that bubble,
everybody has that parallel world,
everybody has that mirror to step through
when they want to retreat into themselves
and create a space away from the outside world…
everybody from a young age chooses somewhere –
whether it be in front of a screen,
or in between the ear-buds of a pair of headphones,
or within the pages of a book,
or interacting and sharing with others socially
over an interconnected world wide network –
that always makes them feel comfortable and at home,
and when they are there the magic that they find
is sometimes impossible to put into words…
everybody needs a refuge, everybody needs a paradise,
everybody needs a universe within themselves
where they can dream, imagine, and play-out
things that need to be explored
that could one day be brought out
and manifested into the real world
and be transformed from meta-physical
into a physical and solid totem of peace…
everybody has the key to their own place within
where they go to to feel for a short time
that feeling of euphoria that awaits us all
when we return to our own private safe place.