Monthly Archives: May 2014

    Dreams are for those that are living, But it’s not only the dead that have died. Life can die if it starts believing, All that have told it a lie. © 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.  

A Dance With The Dark. Taken from Anything But Hackneyed. A collection of my early poetry   A shadowy place that spirits embrace, to drive you out of your mind. Lots are there, their souls lay bare, without an ounce … Continue reading →

  I am neither “normal” or “ordinary”; these words do not,  cannot apply to either you or me. We are special; extraordinary. Combination of genetics, experience and perception; we become our own galaxy, in a social universe. Obey rules? Why … Continue reading →

  THEY ARE MINE.……   They are mine, Tell me one day they are mine, Those hair like clouds on heaven’s face, Those eyes that in the darkness shine, Tell me one day, they are mine,   They are mine, … Continue reading →

  FOSTER-CHILD OF SILENCE….. (Inspired by  ‘Ode on a Grecian Urn’  by John Keats ) The Poet, like a warrior, guards against the erosion of years. Capturing a moment with sweet rhyme or flowing verse, A perverse need to imprison … Continue reading →

    Scorned Evil’s dark, sinister candle, takes me hostage in its light. So much despair to handle, while traveling in the absence of sight. Not a word, Not a whisper to comfort me. My pertinacity instils that hope of … Continue reading →

I had lunch today (22 May 2014) with the CEO of the London Film Production Company in charge of turning The Desolate Garden into a film. I have been paid by them, for the third consecutive year, for the intellectual … Continue reading →

  Rise Up!    Taken From Anything But Hackneyed, a collection of my early poems. A chariot carrying ineptitude began the fray, Slaughtering and killing all that stood in its way. It came across intellect, and hacked off its head, … Continue reading →

Part One…… LINK Part Two Dear young Spot, That is what I wish to address first, your age! I am highly flattered that you should take such a vigorous interest in me, but at sixteen years of age I wonder … Continue reading →

  TIME. ‘In the beginning was the word,’ or, if you are a believer of the big-bang theory, in the beginning, was a cosmic explosion from which we all originated. However, before either of those two occurrences, there was something … Continue reading →