Monday, 17 December 2012

WHY! - My new Poem about the Newtown, Connecticut tragedy

I wrote this in tears, with hatred in my heart for the perpetrator of this heinous act of cowardice.
I do not understand the US how you can have these innocent children murdered in cold blood and the answer is to Arm teachers with more guns!

Get real please and get rid of guns it works and it’s not everyone’s right to bear arms and kill innocent people!
The only people who need guns are those serving and keeping peace in this world of ours. Armed forces and police the rest should use words to settle differences.
These are my Girls and I could not bare to think of anything happening to them

Off to school you go a smile on your face
There are pictures to draw, things to paint
And the thought of Xmas makes your heart race

Why is the silence broken with a loud crack?
And my teacher quietly moving us to a place safe
So we can hopefully escape out the back

Why are there screams and children crying?
And Teachers pleading for their lives
As my innocent class mates lay dying!

Why is this happening in this sanctuary of peace?
A leaning facility to help us understand and grow
Not a training ground for the swat and Police.

Why is he shattering my illusions of life?
Yesterday I was innocent and only a child
Today I am angry, bitter and full of internal strife

Why did it happen in this my house of sticks?
Where mum dropped me off to learn and play
Why? I don’t understand I only just turned six!

Copywrite - Graeme Hawke 2012

Thursday, 13 December 2012

Ponderings Of a twisted mind - My Poetry book to you

What I have here is 94 pages of my poetic delights for you in beautiful Hardback.
This is a one of a kind offer as I will not leave this up for long. Inside are all my favourite poems from my life to date. My darker side, my strange ponderings of life and of course my emotive and fun side.

Its full of poems and images to interact with visually as well as mentally.

Ponderings of A Twisted mind - Hardcover book

Preview before you buy!

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

DEMONS - A new poem from my past - Its not what you think read and all will become clear.


The memory of you binds me
Holds me like my body is wrapped
In a thick layer of plastic film
The more I struggle, the hotter
It gets inside my cacoon
The sweat beads and clings
I can not see, except through
The bars of my bony fingers
As they form a knotted cage, over my face
I peer through the gaps to see
But all I catch is glimpses
Of what my life could have been
The power drained from my heart
As it slows to a morbid standstill
Still beating but tormenting me
The life that I thought once mine
Is no longer, and I see my love
As if a movie, in my cluttered mind
Tales of days gone by, opportunities
Missed, to never be taken
Chances hidden, hesitation now loss
Heed me children lend thy ear!
Do not remorse a lost chance
For they will not cry for you
They point, mock and laugh,
They watch you as you age, become feeble
Your bones and mind weak with time
Then they gain satisfaction from you
As they see you stumble, fall, pray
Hope for a redemption that is never coming.
They thrive on your fear, your aches
Your pains physical and of mind
They watch as you lose everything
Your hopes
Your dreams
Your love
Your life
They feed on your failings
They fill with strength of being
As they feed on what’s left
Your Fear
Your despair
Your hate
Your loathing
They separate us like a herd
Targeting the weak of body
Then the weak of mind
They go for the young
The not so sure
The displaced
Don’t let them get you
Be strong of will and mind
Be true to who you are
And never let the demons in

Copywrite - Graeme Hawke 2012

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

"Not my Soul" - First Chapet of my new novel

And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell.

Chapter 1 - The Rebirth

The movement was swift and powerful, and as his left shoe was exploded from his foot on impact the rest of his body was a shattered mass of exploded meat and bone, thrown thirty feet from the point of impact by the fully laden truck. Even as his body crumpled in slow motion towards its final resting place his physical mind felt a nanosecond of excruciating pain followed by a dull peace and darkness. The next unit measure of time was immeasurable; it could have been an instant or millennia as far as Joe Griggs was concerned. The realization that he was dead took an instant as he could still feel his limbs and his physical being although he was on another plane of consciousness.
The atmosphere was nonexistent but in his mind it was think like treacle and soot mixed together and blown around, he started to cough and could see no reason why he would need to as his body was a shimmering play on light and dark, there were no angels no demons, yet, and he was stuck in place in a void that lacked any real description to his disembodied mind.

“Hello” I thought I said aloud, but it must be a hangover from my corporeal days as a human, the psychic feedback that left me bellowed for a second time. “Hello! Is there anyone there” I motioned again. Nothing still nothing, shit I must be dead! Is this death, am I transitioning to be reborn or some shit or is this where I stay until what’s left of me dissipates in this mire of dark smoke. I cannot move, nor turn, I just am! Another period of what must be time where I am passed and I have no idea how long it was as I don’t really have any perception of this non reality. I felt something happening, what was left of me was moving at light speed and in an instant I was transported to yet another place where there were more like me, I can’t see faces as such but I can interpret the outlines as shadows of their former selves as I was, and although I really don’t see, I can sense them. Silhouettes shifted and moved around me as if all in the space were looking at each other, Shapes in front were there, then gone in a blink as we surged forward in unison to God knows where.

“God, GOD! Has nothing to do with this place Azurad! Or have you forgotten your father” an evil force of presence weighed upon me at that instant. Other shapes moved some placed unthinking hands over unreal ears, others collapsed in the void and some I could feel were laughing with the respondent.
“You are here for repurposing and rebirth back on the solid plane.” The voice bellowed at me. “And any others amongst you that cannot remember your purpose here should regress into your being and find who you really are before you move past the next holding chase.” It finished.
“Who are you” I motioned toward the large phantom as it glided towards me. It had a physical presence of sorts unlike the rest of us, and was distinctly non human in many ways but in others I felt it to be comforting and almost too human.
“You do not recall your favoured blood and leader in subterfuge and sins of the flesh”. It paused for a time. I am the builder of the tower, the instructor of men, the death of many or the one who seeks revenge, against that so called God for drowning a world that was learning to live upon his created plain called earth”. Again there was a pause I looked in the general direction of the towering shadow and as it moved towards me solid and huge with muscle and tusk its newly formed mouth opened and said “I am Nimrod, right hand to the light bringer: your father!”.
Although I had no body or head my essence swirled in the void and as I hit the front of the moving throng, my presence moved swiftly as one yet again to another darker place that was a holding cell or worse. Again what passes for time in this place transpired and I was left to remember my previous lives, and in all I had lived through eighty eight births and deaths each one as simple as the last, deaths young, old and all ages in-between, from natural causes to being ripped apart by sword and mace in battle. I was also a mother and father many times over as the choice was not mine and never would be. I was a slave to the darkness and I could feel that each time I came back I liked it less each time but the nature of my placing on the earthly plane was to cause as much disruption to the fabric of god’s society as possible, from simple seduction of a good spirit to outright murder.
“What am I” I said now out aloud to myself and the darkness peeled back to reveal a red, purple hue to the surroundings.
“You are the servant of my will Azurad and as your father you do it with a measure of hatred and distrust I cannot create myself.” The voice is simple and light but as oppressive as a water laden towel on pressing over your mouth and nose during torture. The pain I felt and cold although I had no body is excruciating. “You are one of my favoured few and your father my right hand, man? No that sounds too much like the world I send you, let’s just say he is the mace in my armoury.” It said.
“Now are you going to stay a while and recover your thoughts, or do you want to go back in line and await your rebirth.”  The words he formed ate through my unfocused self like acid burning a hole in plastic. “No master I would like for to be cast back into the shell I just departed if possible? My life was moving at a rate and I was to enact my plan soon”. I lied.
“I did not see that at all Azurad! I saw a normal life being led nothing to undermine the god state of mind at all or simply create havoc amongst his little toys he calls humans.” Was his painful reply
“No I had plans for action I assure you master, I was luring one so young into a life away from the church and into obscure depravity and drug filled mindlessness.”  Again I lied.
I saw glowing embers where eyes should be and a hollow sound as all went dark as the words “So be it” burned my soul.
Pain so much pain was the only thing I could feel and the taste of burnt copper in my mouth, bones and organs shattered beyond repair screamed and bled internal. A woman’s voice was screaming orders, and she was saying “ring 911 he’s alive” I felt my bones tingle and my organs knit as the flesh and blood I owned regenerated and formed a living organism once more. I moaned and opened one eye and all I could hear before I passed out was the soft female whisper in my ear “What are you?”

Copywrite - Graeme Hawke 2012

Monday, 3 December 2012

The Speed Of Dark - New poem for today

The Speed of Dark

The speed of light is measured in time
With many fighting to break the barrier
And travel to the stars and shine
As the astronomical peace carrier
The speed of pain is measured in resistance
Often as a result of fates unrelenting hand
And realize there is no further existence
As salty tears flow and moisten the dying land
The speed of love is measured in persistence
As the heart overflows with unknown feelings
When cupids arrows stinging it into existence
As we imagine love without boundaries or ceilings
The speed of hate is true and without peer
With a ferocious appetite for loathing
And a need to cause never before seen Fear
It causes decay and stench as if decomposing
The speed of dark is measured in dread
The ability to cause bone freezing fright
And create unspeakable images in your head
As the darkness encloses the existence of light