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websitewhich as well as my poetry also includes my writing
I am preparing to continue with my book on nuclear missiles hitting the amazon and depleting the ozone layer. I am also preparing to start a book based on a futuristic world, a world where people only have dreams of escape, and the pay too low to do so, a place where crime is everywhere, and where people are implanted with technology that helps them numb their minds, and escape the brutality and the darkness of their lives.
I love writing, it is a very therapeutic business and inspiration is to be found in so many places throughout the world. Being able to write and write anywhere is great for the mind, and it also encourages new ideas.
My favourite writers are Tolkien, Aldous Huxley, Stephen King. I love their writing for their evocative descriptions of people, places, and characters.
Writing about characters is a challenge, and one which I am looking forward to writing about in my books.
I am currently trying to raise money to fund the writing of my books, and to promote my poetry writing.
I currently have 26 books of <h2>original poetry</h2> to publish, and 5 compilations of my poetry. I currently have 31 books to publish in total.
My poetry includes topics on all subjects, including love, problems in society, the seasons, war and much more.
<h3>My poetry is available for download</h3> for free from the main menu.
I am also preparing to write a novel on a futuristic world, Futura.
I have begun to begin writing some short poems based on it to help inspire me.
Story telling in space,
on the way to somewhere distant in time,
in a spacecraft with the remnants of the human race,
and with memories of Amalie,
the singer from the sea,
yes, she’s gone,
she’s gone to the beyond,
with a pretty song,
yes, we remembered her from the break of day,
to the end of the night,
and for the first time in years we let our tears fall like rain,
surrounded by the destruction of our days,
and bullet holes,
amidst the rubble of the buildings,
and the angry,
the fearful and the destroyed,
and the bodies laying all around rotting in the gutters of the city,
where so many of us were permanently ripped so brutally away from the terrible dream like states in which so many of us stayed,
a place where we only survived helped by the drugs,
the pills and the insanity,
in Futura City,
where so many lost their lives,
when a new type of bomb ripped apart the city,
and decimated most of the population,
in so many brutal ways,
but we, we who survived,
we sang Amelies song,
we sang it as as we got in the spacecraft,
knowing that we had been through hell and had somehow,
god knows how,
survived with terrible sights in our minds and the sounds of screams still resonating in our ears,
as we lifted into the sky,
and the rubble of Futura City grew smaller beneath us,
and the ruined Earth lay before our eyes,
and we remembered Amelie as the spacecraft began to rise,
she tried to save us,
she tried to save us and tried to stop the madman,
she tried to stab him twice before he exploded the bomb,
and the city it was destroyed,
and we, we sang Amelies song,
with happy hearts and ecstatic minds,
as we kissed the Earth goodbye.
In the semetary
in the mortuary,
they tell jokes to dead corpses,
and feed them to the animals,
as men in bio suits,
they play rock and roll music,
and off the stomachs of the dead they eat their dinners,
whilst shopping for goods on their mobile phones and watching TV,
as they try to smarten up their miserable homes,
and in the semetary by the polluted sea,
it is as melancholy as can be,
as the workers,
they smoke cigarettes,
and whistle in between and stare out to sea,
and are high on amphetamines,
as they bury the corpses unceremoniously,
and hide their drug dealing money,
whilst laughing their heads off,
and fall into the freshly dug graves,
and claim they are working,
by drinking all day,
and acting crazed whilst reciting poetry.