'Understanding" - A new Poem today

This is a new poem of mine that I wrote yesterday and with a little inspiration from Marilyn mansons "Get your Gun" playing in the background I came up with this. It is better if read with a beat (da da dadadada). give it a try if not please enjoy my latest piece.

Understanding

I know you look at me

With eyes that cannot see

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I hear the riotous song

And know it won’t be long

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I choke myself to sleep

You soul I will not reap

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I am the one you fear

But please don’t shed a tear

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I will not end youfast

Your suffering it will last

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I kill therefore I am

A wolf, not a Lamb!

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I am the sword you wield

As you cower behind your shield

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I helped you tame this world

So you may walk unfurled

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I now have a purpose you see

Because you are really me!

Copyright - Graeme Hawke 2013

REMEMBER THEM! - A Poem for all our Fallen soldiers

This is a poem for all soldiers but written for the Aussie diggers that have fought for my freedom for over 200 years and australia day is coming up so please if you are an aussie anywhere in teh world spare these men amd women a minute of you day to remember them!

Remember Them

The road to get here was long and full of danger

With every step I was in the land of the stranger

Never did I shirk my duty or go along for the ride

I wore my uniform with purpose, love and pride

It was during this service soldiers died by my hand

An enemy who would seek, to usurp my homeland.

I travelled far for my country my people my flag

And not once have I ever thought reason to brag

To see what my forefathers achieved for my life

Was reason enough to train toil and ease strife

In countries which the language I do not know

I fight an often unseen and unyielding foe

It is with pride I travelled so far and wide

To ensure the flag would fly by my side

In many theatres of war I have discharged my gun

And the comrades I have made are my only fun

I travel now on two wheels of spokes and steel

But nothing will ever destroy the pride I feel

So on this most special of days don’t fret for me

Think of the soldiers that died to ensure you stay free!

Copywrite: Graeme Hawke January 2013

"Beware the Smile" - New poem

"Beware the Smile!"

As you go about your daily routine

And make your way through life,

Do you feel as if you have been seen?

Or are you just a shadow of dark strife

Do they see you for who you really are?

Or do you hide the facts from all who pass

So they can only see your features from afar

Because you believe yourself below their class

I hold my head up high and walk with stride

No-one knows the true me as I walk past

The persona I try so very hard to hide

The one that would make them run so fast

The smile I flash is my weapon of choice

The only thing that gets the guard down

And I slit their throats before they can voice

Shhh it’s all better now, no need at all to frown

You see it’s not what you see that causes the pain

It’s the unguided thought that I am someone of trust

Your first impressions were of fear and were right again

Be guided by your instincts and not, attraction or lust

You now lay in the arms of the personification of fear

And there was hope for you if only for the smallest while

But you made eye contact and let me get near

Because the darkness lives behind the cover of a smile

Copywrite - Graeme Hawke 2013

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

WHY!

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



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

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

Demons

The memory of you binds me

Holds me like my body is wrapped

In a thick layer of plastic film

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The more I struggle, the hotter

It gets inside my cacoon

The sweat beads and clings

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I can not see, except through

The bars of my bony fingers

As they form a knotted cage, over my face

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I peer through the gaps to see

But all I catch is glimpses

Of what my life could have been

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The power drained from my heart

As it slows to a morbid standstill

Still beating but tormenting me

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The life that I thought once mine

Is no longer, and I see my love

As if a movie, in my cluttered mind

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Tales of days gone by, opportunities

Missed, to never be taken

Chances hidden, hesitation now loss

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Heed me children lend thy ear!

Do not remorse a lost chance

For they will not cry for you

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They point, mock and laugh,

They watch you as you age, become feeble

Your bones and mind weak with time

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Then they gain satisfaction from you

As they see you stumble, fall, pray

Hope for a redemption that is never coming.

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They thrive on your fear, your aches

Your pains physical and of mind

They watch as you lose everything

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Your hopes

Your dreams

Your love

Your life

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They feed on your failings

They fill with strength of being

As they feed on what’s left

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Your Fear

Your despair

Your hate

Your loathing

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They separate us like a herd

Targeting the weak of body

Then the weak of mind

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They go for the young

The not so sure

The displaced

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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

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

Matthew 10:28

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