I have been writing poems and stories most of my adult life. Many are reflections on my Faith in Jesus Christ and my thoughts on the Faith. I have also writen one or two that could be seen as political, looking at genocide and environmental issues. However, I enjoy writing and am writing a couple of stories at the moment (to be revealed later) . I suffered a heart attack in December 2009 and was in a coma for seven days and on life support for three more weeks. I eventually had a defibrillator fitted, which keeps my heart running. In September 2012 I had open heart surgery to replace the aortic valve and repair the damage done to the aorta. In May 2013 I had a cranial aneurysm coiled and am now back on the road to full recovery. I am currently unemployed, but that just gives me more time to write. I am a member of Woodberry Down Church in Tottenham, North London and help with leading the Men's ministry. This also gives me a chance to write for church publications and to be read at church events. Writing has yet to pay me a wage, but I live in hope. And Hope reigns eternal...
Update as of 31/08/2014 - I am in planning stages of having my first collection published. 'Dawns First Light' a collection of 30 poems and 2 prose pieces, will be published sometime i September/October. When it is I will post the link to the book seller on here and on my Facebook page.
I wish I could be somebody’s hero, someone who
People could admire. I wish I could be somebody
I never ask for much, I always am polite
But sometimes I don’t think people listen
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Like a stream of water rushing down the street
With people of all nations rushing feet
The city roars with noise as the sun beats down
And traffic appears to snore as it snakes through town.
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To have and to hold has failed with me, no more the lover
Or caresser of dreams that hold a heart close to mine with
No knowledge of love and loves labour lost is a memory
Of a romance once held dear, now lost in the annals of time,
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A shot rang out and no one saw
Yet in the madness of the charge
All life was lost and the field
Became a grave for many boys
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