Legend of Zelda -Amazing Sculpting!

I looooooooooooooove Nintendo’s Legend of Zelda series, having been a fan since Ocarina of Time on the Nintendo 64. The almost mute Link is the ever youthful and inimitable hero of the long standing fantasy console gaming series. My son recently showed me this incredible sculpting video on YouTube, by Sculpture_Geek. If you’re a fan of Legend of Zelda, you’ll nerdgasm as much as I did. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ALbt17LLH54 Is that great or what?! Steve πŸ™‚ Continue reading Legend of Zelda -Amazing Sculpting!

Finish Me. A poem.

Take that knife, that blade so sharp Plunge it deep and end it all No, you’d rather tinker, play awhile Remove strips of flesh, one at a time Rather hear begging, screams, plaintive cries Rather grin at my pain, lick the blood that drains You have me where you want me, victimised, restrained You have stretched this out, to feast on my pain So finish me, just take my life And bring an end to all this strife Continue reading Finish Me. A poem.

Oil and Quicksand. A poem.

My dreams are oil and quicksand Darkest thoughts, you understand A heady brew, an unlikely mix Brought to life, a concrete fix Dragging me down where dead men float Tarred and feathered in the undertow Set me alight in fire and flame All the better consumed by pain Oil and quicksand in my head Hope sunk deep, my feet in lead Throw me a rope that I’ll ignore Through neglect, self-pity, forevermore Let me be forsaken and forgot Let my head go under, into the bog Disappear in peat without a trace Oil and quicksand, my resting place Continue reading Oil and Quicksand. A poem.

On the Shelf. A haiku trilogy.

Lost Another friend lost Empty space upon the shelf Whispered remembrance Alone Walking in my sleep Dreaming alone as always Isolationist Reflections Friendship, charity? Mature reflections adrift Empty shelf beckons Friendships can be hard to find and to keep, especially as one grows older. If you’re an introvert it can make it even harder. It’s not easy to find someone you connect with and let it grow to a point where you can say you are ‘real’ friends, rather than acquaintances. I recently lost a good friend. Lots of reasons why: circumstances, distance, family commitments, time. I’m not really sure … Continue reading On the Shelf. A haiku trilogy.

Ignorance Is This. A poem.

I ignore her when she’s near Easier to build walls of insecurity Defences built on shyness and rejection fears So I talk to other women Because I do not care for them I pretend she isn’t there Why am I so unfair (to myself, to her) I wonder if she ever wonders why? Guess not, I’m just some other guy Who she connected with briefly Forgotten in the landscape of friends, work, uni Here I am: isolated, cold, stalled Wondering why I can’t talk to her at all Yet I hope and pray That she might love me one day Why do I … Continue reading Ignorance Is This. A poem.