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Hi,

Hope you're having a good week. 

I've had this scheduled for quite some time. I can't recall when it was written. Years ago, probably in a bout of depression. Sometimes I write as form of catharsis. It's not seeking pity. In the moment, it's just for me, trying to work out how I'm feeling.



Anchored

I scratch at the air
Which chokes me
Tar like shadows
Heaving at my legs
And I’m sinking
Ever sinking
The surface
No longer a memory
Merely an idea
Out of reach.

A heaving, cloying pit
With no end
No solace
Only the deep rejection
and ill formed assumptions
Like death
A new but darkened existence
Perhaps I died already
And remain slowly dragging
Through self-aware muck
To catch up.






Can you relate at all? Feel free to leave a comment or shoot me a message.

More Poetry.


Have a good week.

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Is your past still with you?


Do you reflect on the Past?  


Fear and the Folly







How did this feel for you? What did you think of the style? I added a moving image behind the text this time around. 

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Have a good week
Peace




The weirdest video I've ever made (content warning Disturbing images)

 

It's a Weird and Wonderful World

(Content warning. Disturbing images).




I'm really not sure why I made this. It's from approx. 2015. 

I always loved the Charlatans though and have seen them live. This is a Chemical Brothers re-mix. Absolute classic. Taken from the compilation Melting Pot. The image was of a café window in Northwich, a fairly rough working class town where I lived for six months in 1998. (I was assaulted in Ireland just prior and spent a week in a Cork Hospital. A story for another time).

It's where the Charlatans were originally from. I often ate at that café. 








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Bizarre right? What did you think? 



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More Satire


Open to suggestions on what content you'd like to see, or what you prefer. Currently it's a mix of poetry, videos, satire, the occasional story, Famous After Death series and updates on new books. 

Hope this finds you in a reasonable place.

Peace




Human Roulette - A video poem in a new style

 

A question for you at the end.


But firstly;

Is success or failure in life merely a case of roulette? 

Being a young dreamer... 




... and then... 









How did this resonate for you? 

What did you think of the video format? I might make more of these text versions if people like them. I think it makes the poem more accessible, rather than simply spoken then forgotten. Or does more vision add to it?

Let me know your thoughts. 



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Sore butt - A life lesson

 

Hi,

Hope you are well in the moment you read this. 



This is based on a real person. It occurred after I completed my short film, Born in a Storm.

(This poem written in 2012)





Put your head between your knees, brace for impact

 

I was making video transfers

For a living

Fairly standard stuff

On the fringes of Film and Television

Yet I wanted in

To the Real Thing.


I made a short film

That took many months

Work, money and heart

The latter, being the most important

Yet had few avenues

To pursue at the finish.

 

It was harder to make your way then

I was unconnected

And a little guileless.

 

He was a salesman

In our company

Who said he had contacts

I knew he was slippery

Yet gave it up

Like a broke whore.

 

I looked after him

And his clients

Above all others

Lost in hope

And smoke

Of the dream.

 

In short

I raised my ass

To be pounded

Again and again.

 

My belief and self esteem

Diminished each time

Yet my doubt grew

His excuses for the delays

Are probably referenced

In the Salesman’s Handbook

And finally

As the truth settled on my corpse

I knew

I had to let it go.

 

Nothing ever came of the film

But I had learnt some important lessons

Like a Hollywood cliché.

 

Yet there was no subsequent

Punishment for him

Or enlightenment for me.

 

I grew to respect caution

As I avoided

A further pounding

Down the line

In other forms

With a justified disdain

For salesmen.

 

I wished death upon that motherfucker

Though I’m long over it

And went onto make other short films

Better ones

And wrote stories and novels

And poetry

About assholes like him.

 

And yet

Occasionally

It still hurts to sit.

 





Speaking of assholes, I'm sure you've known a few too.

Have a story to share?



More Poetry


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Cheers
Anthony