Your charm

You lie somewhere between my head and my heart
And somehow encompass both in the most holistic way.

Your excitement and your charm
Is every beat of life within me,
As you stand at the beginning and end
Of every syllable I utter.

You are at the forefront of my mind’s eye and I cannot possibly
Not know how truly lucky I am.

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Busi-ness

It is easy when you look at me to see a busy man
But the truth lies in between the constant flow
Of a non-stop calendar.
As a man distracted does not feel the pitfalls over which he stumbles.
As it is you who helps me find my feet
And let the circulation flow again
I can breathe and sigh and love
As we match each other’s steps
In the soft white sands of time.

You make me the man I am

I am not half the man
I am
Without you by my side.

Every moment’s echo is thrice-trebled
With the resounding knowledge
That when we bask in the warmth
Of each other’s loving presence
Every single passing second
Is a second shared
And a second cherished.

It has been a while since my aching heart
Has held your head in my hands;
Stroked your hair
And felt the gaze of your almond eyes,
But it is tonight we reunite
And I become Thrice-trebled the man I am right now once more.

A place to call our own

It has been a year since we set foot
In our humble abode
And we were brave enough to call a place
Our own.

And it is our place
For us to know and love.
Our first apartment
To revisit on some future date
When my wrinkles have
Been set, and moulded.

We’ve done our chores
And made our bed,
Watched countless episodes
And always come back to a loving home.

Yes, the shower goes cold after several minutes
And the washing machine door sometimes doesn’t open,
But not a day goes by when
I am not grateful to our younger selves
For finding a place
To call our own.

Time to Publish

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Fantastic news, although I have been incredibly quiet, it has been with good reason. Within the next ten days I will be putting the final touches to a fabulous short story collection. All the news and updates will be published on this appropriately linked blog above.

The book will be called Sense, and touches on what it is to be human and to live in the technologically advancing society that we do. The blog’s homepage shows off a  pre-released cover, with the University of Essex’s branding who are endorsing the collection.

OUT JULY 31ST

I Am So Selfish

The soft elegance of a single curve

Culminates in your tender neck and jawline.

 

Your skin is as soft as it appears,

Beautiful and toned,

And completely irresistible.

 

If there was ever a curl of your lips,

And there often is,

Then I dissolve in my very essence,

And my world falls at your knees.

 

How can I look at your sleek collarbones

And not feel wonder,

Arm-in-arm with pride

As I realise this is somehow my reality,

No one else’s.

 

I must be so selfish.

 

For I get to hear, feel, smell, touch and love

You.

 

I can merely think of you

And suddenly there is nothing

But you,

And my heart.

 

How can I be so lucky as to be the single human being who gets to hear you troubles?

To placate you when you’re upset,

And for you to be able to soothe me

When I’m there too.

The Animal Inside

Man is an animal

In a social suit.

His white toothed smile

Cloaks the creature beneath.

 

We were once monkeys

And primitive men,

And now we stand as a constant battleground

Falling somewhere between

Constantly pulled towards one

And the other

Leaving us stranded

In between.

 

If we try for our virtue we still bear our teeth,

And if we try for our blood thirst

Then we have our conscience.

Pushed and pulled,

We are neither.

 

 

‘Atonement’: A Great Achievement

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4.5/5 

A book of a tragic separation between a young couple that happens at the hands of a fanciful young girl during the period of WWII. Ian McEwan writes from the three different protagonists’ perspectives, one of whom is the fictional author of the novel (Briony).

This novel is moving in so many different ways, as the use of different perspectives means we can see the traps that people lead themselves into, and how out of innocence there can still be great hurt caused.

I have always found that McEwan’s writing has such a deep insight into the human condition, and its relation to the rest of the world. This is a novel that definitely doesn’t disappoint, and is one of those rare books that has a worthy film to accompany it. Whichever way you choose to visit the storyline, you will be well rewarded!

Sailing

A dingy boat in a wild sea,

How am I to sail this boat in such a storm?

There are no passengers to save,

But me.

The storm clouds briefly light the way

But it is not a sight I wish to see

Grey-green ocean meeting diseased clouds,

Ready to drown me in its briny depths.

All I have is my oar;

A little paddle.

My raincoat is of no use now,

How can it be when waves as tall as the world crash down

Upon my very being.

But all hope is not lost,

– it never could be –

As your light shows the way.

The waves subside,

But not completely

It is my mind that holds the truth,

I am rowing to you my love,

Just as you call and come to me.

Blistered hands would not be enough to stop these arms,

For I know

You would be the one

To treat

And wrap my worn-down palms,

When we come together.

The shore is in sight, as it always has been,

No waves distract me now

I am coming my love,

The land is where you are,

And this is where we’ll be.