Radio Silence


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So, clearly, there hasn’t been a poem a day to keep the darkness away.

The reason is quite simple. I’ve been allocating time for my other passion in life:


At the moment, I am writing chapter 17 (there are 21 in all) of Sunrise Sapling, the sequel to Awakening. Writing has been progressing smoothly and I am quite happy with the work I have produced. While there is still a long road ahead to publication, it is growing shorter with each passing day.

After Sunrise Sapling is published, I plan to begin writing a new book, separate from The Chronicles of New Eden. It is a fantasy story with a heavy religious bent, and I can’t wait to start working on it.

As for my regular poems, I will try and post them when I can, but for now my entire creative presence is being directed towards my writing.

I hope that you understand, and I look forward to sharing more progress with you in the future.

Thank you for listening… and remember, The Seed must be Saved!


Poem: Toy Soldier


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Many go marching on, but far too few come hopping back…




Talk is cheap but words cost lives 

Towards peace our nation strives

But peace is not won with fancy words

But rather with eggs falling from metal birds

With fire and flame and ammo and tears

We who walk here die before our years

But that does not matter one bit to sarge

Through the enemy’s fire he would have us barge

No more than pawns on the board

Against the enemy we are to be scored

Every drop of blood we spill 

The army would have us foot the bill

But this war shall not ever come to an end

So long as violent thoughts our leaders rend

But I will still stand and fight

I will form part of our nation’s might

And one day I shall attain the peace I crave

Once I am safe and snug inside my grave…


Thank you for listening.

Poem: Theft


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Wanted: Schrödinger’s cat, dead and alive.




What is the worst thing you can steal?

Is it something imaginary or real?

For to take what is not yours

By riffling through my sacred drawers

You seek and grab and spread

I can’t believe you even checked under my bed

You stole away into the dark, drab night

You were soon gone entirely from my sight

I thought I had it locked securely away

Kept safe after fray after fray

But you did not care for locks and chains

You stubbornly took hold of my heart’s reins

And now I have fallen deeply for you

And I can once more imagine what it would be like to be two

So now I sit beside my phone so silent

Waiting for the ringer to turn violent

Until then I’ll put out a wanted page for my thief l’amour

And hope that it will bring you once more to my door


Thank you for listening.

Poem: Afterparty 


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Guess what, you’re all invited!




Tumbling towards nothing at all

We are alike, from the big to the small

We hope and dream that someday we’ll know

We think that we’ll get there and see where to go

But no one really has any clue or hint

We don’t know if it’s a marathon or a sprint

What comes after everything we see

Will I simply fade away or will I stay me

Some say a land of heavenly clouds awaits

Others say that the void is our end fates

But I do not ponder and query

For thinking about after will leave you weary

Rather try and enjoy what you have left

Before from life’s side you are cleft

Cherish every moment and love every day

If you do this, you’ll truly know the way

And when at least your time has come

Simply smile, wave, and stick out your thumb

It doesn’t matter how well you scored

For a life well lived is its own reward!


Thank you for listening.

Poem: (K)ill


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Grab a knife

Hold your wife

Prepare for strife

Cause I’m coming for you life!




I have planned and plotted

With your blood I am besotted 

I long to carve and cut

I want to leave this no-kill rut

Your flesh shall be upon mine blade

Your house at midnight I plan to raid

Silently I’ll creep and skulk about

You must think me the worst kind of lout

But I have a hobby and a dream

That is, to rip you from seam to seam

So if this night you are to heaven sent

You should know to me how much it meant

That I was able to kill such a fine able-bodied fellow

I just hope I get you before you bellow

For this night is for just us two

That’s right, it’s a death match for me and you

So grab your weapon and hold it tight

Only one shall be breathing after tonight!


Thank you for listening.

Poem: Onyx


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No, not the Pokémon.




What is darker than black?

Is there a colour we still lack?

What lies in the deepest hole?

What colour is a sinner’s soul?

Look up at night and tell me what you see

Between the stars there is something that’s free

A void of infinite size and span

You could say of that shade I’m quite the fan

I want to bottle up that darkness and use it to paint

I want to stare and stare until I feel faint

For that deep, deep darkness exists both above and below

It is but light’s one and only foe

Blacker than black and darker than oil

Whether you look above or beneath the soil

Darkness surrounds us in every which way

Darkness comes at the end of each day

So why fear that which you cannot outrun

Do not worry and whimper when you can’t see the sun

Simply close your eyes and it’ll be where you are

Cause the darkness around you is never too far…


Thank you for listening.

Poem: Strain


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Never don’t give up.




Have you ever been pushed to the max?

Have you gone to the opposite end of lax?

To give it your all and have nothing left

To feel the divide between want and can’s cleft

I have given of me more than I had

No energy left to be happy or sad

The tank is empty, the fuel is gone 

I have neither the desire nor the brawn

All I want is to curl up in my bed

I want to sleep so long they’ll think I’m dead

So if you don’t see me for a little while

Know that I am sleeping peacefully with a smile

For the world has taken more than I can give

And if I don’t rest now, I will never live


Thank you for listening.

Poem: Hop


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‘Tis but a scratch.




Two eyes to see the stars

If I squint I can even see Mars

Two ears to hear the good word

Even though lately it’s been spurred

Two hands to clutch the handles

Guess I can throw away half my sandals 

One leg to bear my withered frame

I still can’t believe that car did maim

Why did I drive that night?

Why did I not keep the road in sight

But now I am a cripple see

But I refuse to let this define me

I will not lie in this pity bed for all time

An unwillingness to try will not be my crime

It will be hard and painful to boot

But I have my family for me to root

Months of therapy lie in store

Now I begin this personal war

For misfortune will not keep me down

I will face each day with a smile, not a frown

And I don’t care if to the floor I occasionally drop

I will walk again, even if I have to hop!


Thank you for listening.

Poem: Covenant


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One ring to bind us.




I make this vow in metal eternal

Together forever come heaven or hell infernal

Forged in heat and set in stone

It is the most valuable thing I’ll ever own

I carved the letters which make your name

May I love you regardless of fortune and fame

For a love such as this needs no ring

Why, an empty love deserves empty bling

But I still want to give this to you

To show that I want to be one, not two

So if you deign to accept my heart

I will vow to never be apart

Until this gold has long lost its lustre

I will hold you with all the love I can muster

So I ask that this poor sinner you finally complete

And say yes to one who loved you since we did meet

This golden circle has no beginning nor end

And I am proud to give this to my best friend!


Thank you for listening.

Poem: Wings


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What’s worse than airline food?





The sky has always called me

Only up there shall I finally be free

To dip and dive and fly all over

From the Tasmanian reef to the White Cliffs of Dover

I want to be an eagle soaring

Cause staying on land is rather boring

And now I sit behind the stick

Hoping that this won’t be too quick

For years I’ve wanted to fly a plane

And now here I am, ready to train

It will be hard and take a while

But I want those silver wings to be my style

Sure, I might have the tiniest fear

That I might forget to check the gear 

But my love shall overcome any such things

I will persevere, until I earn my wings!


Thank you for listening.