I have recently published three poetry books (Darkness Within, Twisted Realms, and Soul of the Soulless). Currently I am working on two new books, one new poetry book (Continued collection of poetry writing within the past fourteen years, plus new works) as well as a short fiction novel (Short stories ranging from suspense, horror, and science fiction).
To view my poetry books:
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Nodar Kumaritshvilli - luge death '10
To Nodar Kumaritashvilli...
A horrific demise at the Whistler Sliding Centre as Nodar Kumaritashvilli, 21, was making his final practise slide before the competition, died in a 90m/h fatal crash on the exit of the 16th corner, launching him over the rim and slammed into an unpadded steel pillar. .... Due to this, the course has been changed to be less dangerous. Does no one have the sane state of mind to have thought that perhaps something like this would have happened? That it just took the death of a young athlete to realize the dangers of certain sports.
As a result of this tradegy, the Canadian and Olympic flags were lowered to half mast. The Georgian NOC and it's athelet's wore black strips. As well, a black patch was placed on the Georgian flag. Discussions on the safety (speed) of the track came to follow...
No matter which way you look at it, the Luge is the most dangerous sport, so why would the speed of the track just simple be ignored? If they were already aware of the dangers of the track, they should have taken extra precautions so that this tragedy wouldn't have happened.
Is this how we will remember an athlete who took his life into his hands trying to represent his country in the Olympics? Is THIS all that we can expect? I, for one will be grossily disgusted at the end of the Olympics if there is no further remembrance for Kumaritashvilli.
As stated, "the 16th corner, the final curve of a high-speed labyrinth that has proved treacherous even for the world's top lugers." This track had already caused disputes for its speeds, so with that in mind, who the hell thought it was safe enough? By this, you'd think someone would have the sense to re-think that course before the competition ever started!
How safe do you feel in knowing that they had the knowledge of this danger, yet no one did anything about it? It makes you wonder what other possible tragedies people are aware of, yet won't tell anyone, or do anything to change it.
R.I.P. Nodar Kumaritashvilli 1988-2010.
A horrific demise at the Whistler Sliding Centre as Nodar Kumaritashvilli, 21, was making his final practise slide before the competition, died in a 90m/h fatal crash on the exit of the 16th corner, launching him over the rim and slammed into an unpadded steel pillar. .... Due to this, the course has been changed to be less dangerous. Does no one have the sane state of mind to have thought that perhaps something like this would have happened? That it just took the death of a young athlete to realize the dangers of certain sports.
As a result of this tradegy, the Canadian and Olympic flags were lowered to half mast. The Georgian NOC and it's athelet's wore black strips. As well, a black patch was placed on the Georgian flag. Discussions on the safety (speed) of the track came to follow...
No matter which way you look at it, the Luge is the most dangerous sport, so why would the speed of the track just simple be ignored? If they were already aware of the dangers of the track, they should have taken extra precautions so that this tragedy wouldn't have happened.
Is this how we will remember an athlete who took his life into his hands trying to represent his country in the Olympics? Is THIS all that we can expect? I, for one will be grossily disgusted at the end of the Olympics if there is no further remembrance for Kumaritashvilli.
As stated, "the 16th corner, the final curve of a high-speed labyrinth that has proved treacherous even for the world's top lugers." This track had already caused disputes for its speeds, so with that in mind, who the hell thought it was safe enough? By this, you'd think someone would have the sense to re-think that course before the competition ever started!
How safe do you feel in knowing that they had the knowledge of this danger, yet no one did anything about it? It makes you wonder what other possible tragedies people are aware of, yet won't tell anyone, or do anything to change it.
R.I.P. Nodar Kumaritashvilli 1988-2010.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Movie Ideas
So, I'm trying to write a script for a horror film, if anyone has any thoughts or ideas they want me to use, let me know... :)
Taking a brief break from Soul of Sin, my fourth poerty book, and working on my novels, which I hope will be available for sale soon! I'll keep ya posted.
Again, please help me out and check out my books: Darkness Within, Twisted Realms, and Soul of the Soulless at Xlibris.com, bn.com, and amazon.com.
A book signing is in the works!
Taking a brief break from Soul of Sin, my fourth poerty book, and working on my novels, which I hope will be available for sale soon! I'll keep ya posted.
Again, please help me out and check out my books: Darkness Within, Twisted Realms, and Soul of the Soulless at Xlibris.com, bn.com, and amazon.com.
A book signing is in the works!
Friday, October 2, 2009
Published Books!
I am a newly starting out poet/author and currently have published three poetry books: Darkness Within, Twisted Realms, and Soul of the Soulless. Each of these books contains poetry I have written within the past 13 years. I have also been published in The Silent Journey by Howard Ely, as well as in The Independent and Free Press.
Please help me out and check out my books :)
They are currently available at xlibris.com, amazon,com, and bn.com.
Thanks :D
Saturday, July 18, 2009
a different life
all that's left is the memories,
the hurt and forgotten,
the dark shadows of the morgue.
the vast emptiness,
the blood curdling screams,
reality check,
monsters in your head.
you're losing it,
your self-control,
your mind.
tortured screams,
re-occuring nightmares,
it doens't seem to end
scars remind you of the past,
fresh blood drips to the floor.
watch it as it collects in the
puddle at your feet,
it never went away,
no one could save,
left to die.
the hurt and forgotten,
the dark shadows of the morgue.
the vast emptiness,
the blood curdling screams,
reality check,
monsters in your head.
you're losing it,
your self-control,
your mind.
tortured screams,
re-occuring nightmares,
it doens't seem to end
scars remind you of the past,
fresh blood drips to the floor.
watch it as it collects in the
puddle at your feet,
it never went away,
no one could save,
left to die.
harsh reality
to escape the harshness of reality,
you create a magical world
beyond reality
where everything makes sense
you're safe
and that's all that matters.
no one can hurt you
as long as you believe.
you create a magical world
beyond reality
where everything makes sense
you're safe
and that's all that matters.
no one can hurt you
as long as you believe.
mistakes
looking back you can see the mistakes
of the broken hearted
ignorant and bruised
carved out of stone
a heart
left to shatter
as if made of precious glass.
fragile and unstable
to the touch
can you pick up the pieces
bring it back together,
bound it with glue.
so it will never shatter again
can you shelter the broken,
protect the humble
save the lost.
of the broken hearted
ignorant and bruised
carved out of stone
a heart
left to shatter
as if made of precious glass.
fragile and unstable
to the touch
can you pick up the pieces
bring it back together,
bound it with glue.
so it will never shatter again
can you shelter the broken,
protect the humble
save the lost.
leo
they are outsiders,
feared against the unknown,
skilled in their minds and strength.
righteous in their ways...
the spirits within
guided by one who batlled evil,
trains them in their ways,
side by side they fight.
for the good of all.
feared against the unknown,
skilled in their minds and strength.
righteous in their ways...
the spirits within
guided by one who batlled evil,
trains them in their ways,
side by side they fight.
for the good of all.
brothering
the fallen brothering
behold the lost souls of time.
the true passage of wits.
between the gates of hell,
caught under the devil's gaze.
crawling through the darkened dreams,
escaping nothing else.
behold the lost souls of time.
the true passage of wits.
between the gates of hell,
caught under the devil's gaze.
crawling through the darkened dreams,
escaping nothing else.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
late night
on the late October night,
the clouds darken with every step.
the shadows lurk with every breath.
mistaken identity.
the light fades with every wish,
every haunting moment,
past by cruel winds.
monsters in your soul.
claw at any sanity,
the end of true belief
of darkness inviting.
oct 29/07
the clouds darken with every step.
the shadows lurk with every breath.
mistaken identity.
the light fades with every wish,
every haunting moment,
past by cruel winds.
monsters in your soul.
claw at any sanity,
the end of true belief
of darkness inviting.
oct 29/07
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