Excellent.

This amused me.

Bia Hoi

That thin line of grey grey
Shifted as I drank away
Another strange day,

Where mad harlots dance,
And blind men glance
At games of chance,

Beneath that stormy sky
Where Dragons fly
Between truth and lie,

That soul quenching Bia Hoi,
That soul-filled Hanoi.

Wrote this about Beer Street in Hanoi, rather miss the 'Nam, with its ceaseless tide of beautiful and charming maidens. Hope to go back next year. 'Bia Hoi' is traditional Vietnamese draught beer, bit like I.P.A. 
Do not yet have enough suitable poetry to put a book together, maybe next year. 

The Wine Flowed Like Blood

Planning to put together a book of poetry entitled 'The Wine Flowed Like Blood' with this as a preface;


'"Death is the Universe's way of telling you that you need to change."


The point of all this is that life is monstrous, but not without beauty. Life is brutal, sometimes cruel, yet sometimes Just, joyous or gorgeous. Life is passion and sacrifice.
There is light in the darkness.
And there is no end to it...'

Apocoliptic Flash Fiction- The Leader.

When I first met our Leader I knew dispair. 
It was meant to be an honour: to meet the Leader of the free peoples. 
It had been a long, hard war. Longer after we had ran out of bullets and harder after we had ran out of oil, but we had the Leader. 
The Leader sat in his tent, sword across his lap, studying a map. 
'The enemy press our eastern flank, shall we retreat?' his lieutenant enquired of him. 
'Noo!' bellowed the Leader. 
'As you wish,' the lieutenant continued, 'shall we send reinforcements?' 
'Yeah!' 
It was then that I noticed that the Leader's map was upside down. Still his dark eyes studied it. They were kind eyes, like an animal which knew peace. 
'And shall we continue our advance in the north?' 
'Yeah,' the Leader growled with conviction. 
Then I knew no more fear, for our Leader knows no fear, and he never will.

The Grave Yards of Kendal- Park Side Road Grave Yard

 The grave yard on Park Street is the largest in Kendal, with graves from the 19th, 20th and 21st centuries. It is situated next to the ruins of Kendal Castle. It is said to be maliciously haunted, and it is unreasonably easy to get lost in it at night. 

The Grave Yards of Kendal- Castle Street Cemetery.

Castle Street Cemetery has all you could ask for in a grave yard; a creaky iron date, a decrepit chapel, old grave stones at odd angles intermixed with tree stumps and ivy, and a resident Grave Yard Cat. All of the burials pre-date The Second World War. In short, it could be straight out of a H. P Lovecraft story.  

On Walking Through a Graveyard

We are not amongst the dead,
We are amongst stones and bones,
The dead are with their Gods and kin,
Or burning for some mortal sin,
Not with us in this yard of graves.