Remorse of the battlefield 

August 13, 2017 at 4:29 pm (Uncategorized)

This is one of the most powerful contemporary poems I’ve read in a long while about the horrors of war- those who fight the war and the loved ones they leave behind.

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Guns on point

Waiting in the wild for the trap to unfold,

The fervour to see his wife and their conceived child

Burns a hole in his pocket.

The unsent letter

Rested on his chest,

Shielded from the bullets

Underneath the badges of honour and pride.

Guns on point

Blood stained trousers

Struggling to not surrender to death,

Smell of spilled blood

And counted breaths

Racing against the forged time.

Guns on point

Afraid to lose

And to never hold his child in his arms,

Silence surrenders to upheaval

As bullets take over the undercovered wild.

From dusk to Dawn lightning striked

Bullets and blood took over love.


The unspoken words of the letter

Erased by the stains of red,

Wet and untouched –

Against the still heart…

Underneath the badges of honour and pride.


Empty guns rested on the floor

Covered in blood and more,

The siren was not…

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The Vampiress With Amnesia on Amazon

May 3, 2016 at 6:08 pm (Uncategorized)

My friend Daniel aka HyperionSturm announces the publication of my 1st vampire novel The Vampiress With Annesia on his WordPress blog. 🙂

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In conclusion (looking back on life and taking stock )

April 4, 2016 at 8:06 pm (Uncategorized)

My friend the South African writer Timothy Wood examines the important question, “What makes a life worth living?”.

The Sarejessian

As one reaches the concluding years of ones life,one occasionally looks back and takes stock of what you have managed to do with your life.

In most cases people will say that they have had a good life it could have been better but that’s life.
Most people would say that they have a loving family and a home or they have been successful in business.

Truth is most people live mediocre lives and leave no lasting residue in this world all memory of them is gone about 25 years after they cease to breath.

A very few, the exceptional few manage to become names that history remembers for ever.

One thinks of great names in history, true but it is the men and women around these people who make this history. It is the writers, artists and those of the creative type who record the history that mankind remembers

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Black sheep of the family & dyslexia a lifetime

April 3, 2016 at 8:28 pm (Uncategorized)

A heart wrenching personal essay written by my good friend the South African writer Timothy Wood about his lifelong battle and struggle with dyslexia.

The Sarejessian

As far back as I can remember I have been the black sheep of my family.

Now this is not a pity party it is just the way it is. Ill list the facts & reasons why & you can decided for yourself.

1.) I in no way shape or form conform to members of my father’s side of the family. Who for the most part are down to earth hard working artisans, mechanics, and folk from that sort of lifestyle.
These folks qualified in the usual way after finishing school and going on to complete the required qualifications in their field’s of interest.

The people from my mother’s side of the family are more intellectuals and they also happen to be proud people who do not accept into their ranks new family members who are odd or different with very few exceptions.

The exception been the family of my…

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La PietĂ 

March 25, 2016 at 2:50 pm (Uncategorized)

For this Good Friday… a blog post reflecting on Michelangelo’s statue La Pieta.

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Indie Books I Couldn’t Put Down

March 19, 2016 at 7:55 pm (Uncategorized)

A glowing book review about my 1st published novel The Giant Rat of Sumatra by Christopher Milner. 🙂

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.IMPERFECTION.IN.PERFECTION.

January 26, 2016 at 7:58 pm (Uncategorized)

Since I published my first novel on Amazon yesterday, I’ve been thinking a lot about my father since my father always longed to see my first book published.

And while I was thinking about my father a great deal, I happened to read my dear friend Sherrie’s blog post yesterday.

It was an entry where she had posted one of her father’s poems that he wrote called Imperfection In Perfection.

He wrote the poem in kanji writing (Japanese writing in iconographic Chinese characters that are painted on paper with a brush).

He translated the poem into English for his daughter Sherrie.

It is a wonderful magnificently beautiful poem.

I absolutely love his opening line, “Life is like a distant breath of God.”

In fact, I love every line in this poem.

Every phrase and every sentence rings with the most beautiful simplicity and at the same time the most sublime and awesome majesty.

Just from this one poem, I can tell that he was a first rate magnificent poet of the highest order.

I can definitely tell where his daughter Sherrie gets her own wonderful magnificent poetic talent from.

MY.THOUGHTS.MY.LIFE.MY.WORLD.

When I posted the blog.THE.BRIGHTEST.JEWEL.OF.ALL.ARE.THE.FINEST.MEMORIES. yesterday, somehow I ended up speaking on the memories of my father with my dearestlovely,gentle friend Christopher via Dracul Van Helsing. We speak of how much our dearest fathermean to us and that they were the closest people in our heart who left a deep impact in our lives and that it was their teachings, their love, their wisdom, their moments with us are the most precious gift of all that turns into every blooming memory that lives in the buds of our thoughts. These people are the flowers that always decorate our lives with such beauty and filled our home with warmth and honesty.

Somehow, yesterday blog on the memories of my dear beloved mother intrigued me with much passion and emotions in every way that I can feel her presence with me. It was then later that I ended…

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Nobody’s Hero

December 21, 2015 at 8:06 pm (Uncategorized)

This was a short story I wrote back in April of 2013.

It’s actually quite different from the stuff I usually write (which is usually of a supernatural or mythological and folkloric nature).

Since I now have many more readers than I did back in April of 2013, I thought I would share this again.

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Ted Logan was nobody’s hero.

 

He wasn’t a hero to his wife.

 

He wasn’t a hero to his father.

 

He wasn’t a hero to his son.

 

He wasn’t even a hero to himself.

 

Ted Logan was a hockey player.

 

30 years old.

 

Played most of his life in the minor leagues.

 

Was called up to the NHL occasionally for a few games but was quickly hustled back down to the farm teams.

 

Over the course of his hockey career, 6 NHL Hockey teams had held his rights.

 

When he was traded, it was usually because both the major league team and the farm team wanted to give him up.

 

Now he was with his 7th NHL team.

 

But no lucky 7 for him.

 

Once again he played down on the farm.

 

But injuries to a couple…

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.DREAM.ON.THE.SOUTH.PACIFIC.ISLAND. (for Hyperium Sturm & Dracul Van Helsing)

July 12, 2015 at 7:58 am (Uncategorized)

Here’s a poem my friend, Sherrie wrote about me and a fellow WordPress blogger Daniel (aka Randstein aka HyperionSturm) and her visiting a South Pacific island.

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Return of Dragons – Scene 1

May 3, 2015 at 5:58 pm (Uncategorized)

A very well written and intriguing story about a mysterious secret society the Black Dragon Society and an ancient 3000-year-old prophecy.

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