The Oceans Of Love

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“I have a fear of life, a fear of myself. Living is falling, ending, smashing and destroyed.

A life of flaming hell lived within a void.”

So spoke the lady of tarnished love as she recalled her time.


Time is relative to a moment, a particle of space, so abstract as not to exist or feel.

Yet a time is so tangible, so physical, that it is real!


“My time was palpable, it pulsed, it beat.

It threw passion, it threw heat!

My time was invisible, not seen, nor heard.

My loving invitations were ignored or spurned.”

Indiscernible now stands the lady of tarnished love,

As words that are hidden inside a conspectus glove.


The oceans carry the tears that were cried when love confessed.

The crashing waves of the ocean are like the fears that love expressed.


© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp, ex-London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver never planned to be a writer, but after his first novel —The Desolate Garden — was under a paid option to become a $30 million film for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company what else could he do? Nowadays he is a prolific storyteller, and although it’s true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the intrigue involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he compiles both for adults and children. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication, been described as —the new Graham Green — by a managerial employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of signing events, and he has appeared on ‘live' television.
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One Response to The Oceans Of Love

  1. gardenlilie says:

    Reblogged this on theivorytide and commented:
    Very nice Danny. When is enough? The picture, though, is a welcoming void.

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