Daniel Kemp

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The Widow’s Son by Daniel Kemp is both an intriguing piece of writing and intriguing in terms of the genre of the political thriller. Daniel Kemp has created a tightly paced, engaging narrative presenting his reader with a murky, soiled, strangely exciting world of power and corruption.

This is a dark world of spies, lies, and deceivers, and from his newly created position as head of the British Joint Intelligence Committee, and with only one or two people he can trust, Daniel Kemp’s protagonist, Patrick West, realizes that he has a potential disaster on a worldwide scale; nothing short of a war on humanity, to circumvent.

And how is the narrator going to achieve this with deception on such an extensive scale?

Nothing is clear for him; why this promotion? Whom can he trust?

In a way, this book can be viewed through the lens of appearance and reality. I’m surprised I hadn’t thought of this before. After all the book is subtitled “lies and their consequences.”

Whom can Patrick West believe?

Whom can the reader believe?

Daniel Kemp has given us an engaging narrator, but how reliable is he?

I am riddled by the predicaments
That have confused certain things.
I cannot understand why some judge others
And officiate as though they are Kings.

I find it somewhat bewildering
As they are never in the wrong.
But yet condemn others
Simply because they don’t think they belong.

If you base your assumptions
On things that are difficult to fully comprehend,
Then unless your knowledge is extensive
Where will your pomposity end?

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Death comes to those who are right and those who are wrong.
Death is a gift for the weak and the strong.
Death has no quarrel over religion or skin.
Death takes the righteous and those that do sin.
Death has no friends but some seek its hand
Death has no feeling, but does understand……

That the past has been lived and now it has died.
The future’s not certain and that makes some terrified.
The present is all we’ve got and it’s ours to be used,
But life created death and death is not confused.

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You are the light in the dark.
You are the breath of a wave.
You are the scent of the night.
You are what the dying do crave.

You are the words that bring silence.
You drive all shadows away.
You are the smile that’s so welcome
You are the Love in our day.

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I fell in love with a potato when I was only three.
One rolled off the table and landed on my knee.
I looked at it, I stared at it when suddenly it did say,
“Have a bite. You’ll like me. I come in many a way.”

As I grew I enjoyed them from roasted to mashed.
My loving of them became quite simply; unabashed.
Feelings change of course as one does slowly mature,
But for me, the attraction of a potato still has a great allure.

I’ve never tried a sweet potato but I’ve heard they are quite nice
Despite never tasting them I bet they’re better than rice.
Peel a potato, stroke a potato then as you feel its fleshy part
You may fall in love with it and find your own sweetheart!

Boom, boom.

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