I am thrilled to be able to tell you that my new book “VEGA -The Vampire King” is now available to own as both an ebook for Kindle and in paperback from Amazon! I hope everybody enjoys reading and discovering who the enigmatic Vega “The Vampire King” really is, where he came from, and what happened to him after and as a result of meeting Olivia Hunter.
I love that books are still being written… I love that books are still being read… I love that books are still being listen to while people are driving, while people are walking, while people are sitting in a chair, or while people are lying down in bed… I love that books are still physical objects that people from all ages can hold, feel, and marvel at the art of as they flick through their pages… I love that books are still filled with stories of characters that do not always have an accurate description of how they talk or how they look, so undividual readers have the gift of being able to imagine what characters sound like when talk as well as paint their own picture in their mind of how certain characters appear… one of the things that I love about the act of reading, as well as the art of coming up with a brand new story, is the power that people have to be able to generate figments of their own imagination that are reconstitutions of the familiar, the recognisable, the known, the big, the small, the significant, and the things from our memories that mesmerise us, as well as so much more – but, to me, it is the magic of words that lies at the heart of why I will always love books.
When I first began my journey as a poet, as a writer, as an author, I was a self-proclaimed “Poet of the Sphere” – however, over the years, I would definitely have to admit that I have become quite “The Rambler” and I am so glad that I am! I am so glad that the spark of creativity and imagination that first arrived into my life over a decade ago still continues to guide me to places, to subjects, and to sources of poetry that I have written about and I have included in every one of my fiction and non-fiction publications.
Over the last ten years I have learned so much about myself, about the world, and about the art of language and the magic of words that I adore… over the last ten years I have seen things, I have experienced things, and I have written about things that I could never have imagined before… over the last ten years I have met people who have influenced the way that I conceive and understand the world of poetry that we are constantly surrounded by that never stops molding and colouring our thoughts… over the last ten years I have made mistakes, as everybody does – but I have also come to realise that mistakes and missteps need to be made in order for us all to have epiphanies of wonder that open up within our mind like the petals of a flower or like some kind of interdimensional door.
I have written hundreds of poems… I have written thousands of words… I have had a million ideas since I first started writing while looking for answers to the universe’ most inspiring questions… I have had many unforgettable moments since I first felt the poetry within my soul cast itself upon a blank page for fear that if I did not my heart would literally burst.
Every time I write something it always feels like I am attempting to describe a profound vision or a vivid dream… every time I have written a poem or a story over the last ten years to me it has always felt like I were telling a story as well as writing a chronology to capture every moment of my poetic journey.
I just got back from an invigorating and inspiring walk through the beautiful countryside of my home village of Meriden, here in the United Kingdom – walking over green fields and following trails that I have walked many times over the years, so much so that I know every blade of grass and every leaf of every tree like the back of my hand.
I have always enjoyed walking and I always take great pleasure in the time that I am gifted to be able to do it. I have been inspired to write many poems about my home surroundings and the natural world environment that I have been blessed to enjoy all my life – and, as a result, all of my books are filled with poetry and inspiration inspired by something that I might have seen, heard, thought about, or felt while walking.
I would not be the writer I am today without walking. I would not have written all that I have written if I had not fallen in love with the gift and the magic that walking or just being in the great outdoors has given me.
During my walk this morning I passed by a fellow walker who greeted me and wished me a “good morning” – which compliment I immediately returned, of course; and just before he and I parted ways, my fellow rambler said: “What a beautiful morning to be alive, isn’t it?” And I could not have agreed with him more, because this morning felt like a true breath of fresh air that I and everybody needed.
So, wherever you are and whatever you are doing this weekend, from me to you, I just wanted to say that I hope you have a wonderful weekend – and, if you can, take a moment to enjoy the natural beauty of what surrounds you.
Even when it is cold and wet
I like to get out of bed,
I like to get dressed,
and I like take a walk in the elements –
because just as when the weather
is fine and dry I enjoy nothing more
than being exposed to whatever
emanates unabated from the sky,
whether that is raindrops or golden sunshine…
my secret to not feeling cold,
as the wind around me whistles and howls,
is to keep going and to not stop
until I see, until I hear,
and until I feel as if
I have experienced moments
and instances that have imprinted
upon me and have left me inspired.
I live every day under the curse
of the imagination of a dreamer…
I live every day with the gift
of the eternal poet within my soul…
I live every day seeing the silver lining
around so many clouds filled
with lightning and thunder…
I live every day believing that
if we all stay upon the road
that is our sometimes up and down life
we will all one day arrive somewhere,
with something, or with someone,
that we will always want to have
and to hold and never let go of.
It can’t always be sunny…
life can’t always make sense…
the people whom we meet in life
can’t always be as sweet honey…
life can’t always be about pounds
and pence, or dollars and cents –
because what life is really all about
can only be found when you set out
and when you choose to be exposed
to the world and all of its elements.
There is a repeating
and a constantly resounding phenomenon...
there is a moment of time
that recurs every few years...
there is a place where poet and inspiration
can be found, where things only feel
right and never wrong...
there is a moment like right now
when bells ring out, when angels sing -
when not even the devil
could illicit any kind of fear -
when and where the beauty
of the poetry of life reveals once again
that there is a reason for everything...
there is a season that returns -
like the waves of an ocean
that goes out and then comes back in...
there is a state of mind, body,
and spirit that never dies,
which resides within each of us
like a deep and unending well...
there is something that happens
which never changes,
that always rises back to the surface
to greet me, over and over,
like a poetic rhyme,
that has the power to compel me -
and it is at those moments
when I know without being told
that the bells of time
are ringing ten.