Monthly Archives: June 2017

Marilyn Manson- You’re So Vain ft. Johnny Depp

Marilyn Manson- You’re So Vain ft. Johnny Depp


Tags: ,

Last Night

I heard a sound by my bedside last night

I heard a lone sound, how I got such a fright

Something passed by me, deep in the night

I heard a faint sound; did it want my poor life?

I made no sound; I was still, in such fright

As I lay in bed, in the deep of the night


I could hear something close by me, how I longed for the light

What was this dark thing, evading my sight?

A dark, black mass, a shadowy sight

Began to rise, slowly, in front of my eyes

As I lay in bed on my left-hand side

This dark, evil thing slowly rose into sight


I could not move a muscle; I was frozen in fright

As the dark, frightful vision continued, in height

Till it’s evil eyes were almost in sight

Only then did I close mine, despite the dark night

I knew it was wicked, the devil personified

He wanted my sight, the light of my life


If I kept my eyes closed, shut tight as the night

I might just be spared from the Grim Reaper’s cold scythe

Finally, eventually, I opened my eyes

Had he gone, departed – left, from my bedside?

But no! He was there (though lower again)

Starting, beginning, rising yet one more time


How could I be free from this terrible beast?

That wanted my soul, my heart and my peace

Perhaps, if this time my eyes remained firmly closed

It might well just give up and go away home

So as my eyes closed, again, in such fright

I prayed and I hoped that I’d last out the night


I could feel its Dark Presence, so close by my brow

But kept my eyes shut, it wouldn’t bother me now

The darkness and danger passed from me that night

Vanishing, returning, away from my sight

I rolled over, so comfy, lulled back into nod

Till the next time it happens, it’s just me and my God.

Leave a comment

Posted by on June 28, 2017 in shadow people



Two sheets to the wind

Some people might say that I am so cracked
‘Two sheets to the wind’ and therefore quite lacked
But I say it’s them who are lacking of sorts
Afraid to speak up, to convey their true thoughts

To speak and to mean just what we do say
Is an honesty lacking in the world of today
If more would join in with this wonderful cause
People would like and give it applause

But people are fickle, nice to the face
But when we are gone they fall down in disgrace
If more were to be seen as ‘two sheets to the wind’
Perhaps more would be happier and less would have sinned.
(It’s just a thought).

Leave a comment

Posted by on June 28, 2017 in Uncategorized



32nd December, for sure.

32nd December.
As I sat uneasily atop my hound-horse, a large and fast animal as much greyhound as horse, I slipped my left hand into my jacket pocket and felt the cold steel of my trusty old lighter. Grasping tightly securing it in my sweating palm I carefully removed it from my suit pocket exposing the shiny metal to the bright rays of sunlight. My eyes, looking down onto my now open hand, squinted as the reflected rays tore away in several distinct directions, and my fingers clutched its familiar presence ever tighter. It was only a common and ever so ordinary cigarette lighter, but I felt an affinity with it; like that of an old friend. I ran my fingers along it, like petting an dog, then suddenly an almighty crack of thunder exploding directly overhead, in a tempestuous fury, brought my attention back to the task in hand the outcome of which promised life or death to each and everyone of us. So, without further ado, I cleared my mind and began speaking. I began reciting words, words which had only seconds earlier entered my tired brain, I said…”

“I hold this item in this my hand
To act as a bridge in these our plans
We need a distraction, a disturbance right now
To help Kakuri and the HU BA HOU.”

“No sooner had I finished speaking, and the last word left my lips, the sky began to darken. The dark clouds, appearing from nowhere, grew larger and larger and blacker and blacker until they had joined together in one congealed mass of undiluted anger. In a few short minutes the sky had changed from a deep summer blue to a black so dark day had turned into night.
Some of the assembled hound-horses sidestepped nervously, their handlers struggling to calm them. The wind began to blow, soft at first, but increasingly stronger. Then the heavens, opening in a deluge of rain, spewed thunder and lightning the likes of which I had never before seen; a storm, a full-blown storm was upon us.”
“And a storm was exactly what Kakuri needed. Through the driving rain, speaking directly to the HU BA HOU, she said, ‘Now my friend, it’s up to you – do your best.’ And with those words still lingering in its cavernous ears the huge animal took off at full-gallop heading straight for the Timeless Gates guarding the walled city of Onisha. The animal, sensing this was the final offensive, kept its large heavyset and armour-plated head well down. The storm now so intense Kakuri had, after only a few seconds, lost all sense of direction. She had no way of knowing if she was still on course, all she could do was trust the HU BA HOU, and hold on for dear life.”
“As if that were not enough for me to be worried about Kiliki had, meanwhile, given the order to the impatient, assembled Onishians to attack. And who could blame their impatience? It was their land, and they wanted revenge! The entire rag-tag collection of Onishians and their assorted animals plus the Orlu (a separate race of small ever obliging speedy people) were now hot on Kakuri’s heels with no intention of being left behind in the middle of nowhere, and in such a terrible storm. Soaked to the skin they all rushed headlong into the unknown. Some shouted, others roared and still others screamed with the delight they felt rising up against the man who had promised so much, who had given so little and who taken everything.”
“I could see the huge beast’s armour-plated defences, which had, only hours earlier, been carefully crafted by the ingenious Orlu, sparkling brilliantly in the reflected lightning flashes. The plates, of every conceivable shape and size, colliding with one another clanged loudly in a surreal musical tempo, and if there was anybody, within the walled city, still capable of seeing through the blinding, driving rain they would have been filled with the fear of God.
Suddenly, just short of the still-defiant gates, the HU BA HOU stopped. We all stopped dead in our tracks, wondering just what could be the problem. Then the tank, the ugly humpy-tank of an animal, clawing at the ground (like a bull), rising on its hind legs (like a horse) while roaring its own unique ear-shattering cry lifted its large, ugly head one last time before hurling itself forward with the gates set firmly in its sights, nothing could stop it now…”

“Watching, from the relative safety of a short distance behind, my mind wandered trying to remember how this had all come about. Why, only a few days earlier I had been all set for Christmas. I remembered sitting comfortably in front on the TV, looking forward to a well-earned rest. And now, here I was in an alien land about to follow a fair maiden atop an abomination of a creature called a HU BA HOU in an assault on a walled city, searching for a man called Miafra – for a man who would be a god. Searching for a man who had stopped time, stolen the chi (the free will) of the people and drained the powers of the most revered Mystic in the entire land. My thoughts, racing, drifted back to Christmas Eve those few short days ago…”



Wot and Nott’s Race Against Time

An eBook you can download today

Wot and Nott’s Race Against Time

This is the story of two old friends

Who are brought to a world that’s facing its end

A fair land of magic and splendour about

A place ruled by reason and rhyme without doubt

These two allies, called Wot and Nott

Are in a Race Against Time, and trying to stop

Miafra ‘The Evil’ who is stealing the land

Removing the seasons, free will and all time

Which they must restore to their original place

And save the land of Onisha in this life and death race

A quest and a mission ensues from thereon

As they battle the forces of darkness anon

It’s not always plain sailing for this unusual duo

And accidents do happen as they rush to and fro

Sadness and laughter follows them closely behind

As they are helped by the stunning Kakuri, so kind

The Orlu, a race so small and so fast

Help them at times with glorious repasts

Speeding so fast at a furious rate

Along with strange creatures created with haste

Join in with these most unlikely heroes

As they fight their way through and battle their foes

Using rhymes that are mystic and carefully thought out

Trying to succeed in their quest, leaving no doubts

Can they achieve it and return back to Earth once again

Contented and happy with the job that’s been done?

Follow them on in this tale of intrigue

To see if their exploits fail or succeed…

We were not boy wizards, vampire’s assistants or even living skeletons, we were normal everyday people living normal everyday lives, with no inkling of the tremendous events that were about to unfold. Our adventure began with the arrival of a peculiarly small Christmas card, which sent us hurtling to the mystical land of Onisha, where Umahia, the Grand Mystic, asked for our help. He told us that he needed our help to fight, stop and ultimately defeat ‘Miafra, the evil,’ the mystic who had stolen his powers, the seasons, free will and all time. Umahia told us that we had powers, powers that up until then we had no inkling we possessed, which might, just might help us to defeat the evil man… We had no idea, no inkling whatsoever, that we were going to be attacked by Protectors atop Hound-Horses, fight a statue hell-bent on killing us, be betrayed in our sleep, and be forced to fight a dangerous beast called a Dragonsaur.

Leave a comment

Posted by on June 28, 2017 in free, free ebooks


Tags: ,

Time does not exist

Time does not exist,

Ah, but here’s the twist,

It’s always NOW.

 No before or then,

No happy ever after,

For mice and men.

It’s NOW,

It has always been NOW,

Before and after,

Is just a silly dream.



Palm Wine – a tasty treat

Palm Wine – a tasty treat


Leave a comment

Posted by on June 26, 2017 in palm wine



%d bloggers like this: