Passer By

Travelling a well traveled road

Valleys and mountain peaks pass me by

Dusky deserts and luscious oceans sprawling

Somewhere there is a place unique to me

But I haven’t yet found it

There is no home in my life

I am a traveller, a passer by

These days I travel light

I carry little but my burdens in life

I have washed myself in the stream of life

And burned away dross in the primal fire

I have climbed the tree that lies at my center

The view from its peak took my breath away

I have drawn holy waters from the mystic well

And yet, I haven’t found my home

Perhaps at this journeys end

I will find my repose?

Many miles yet to travel

Many sins to unravel

Casting off baggage and clothes

Casting off ideas not my own

Although I increasingly find myself alone

I understand that we are all one

And it surely cannot be long

Until I find what I am seeking

She is beautiful and wise

Strong and yet sweet

When I find her I will be whole

I will unite with my soul.

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The Art of Science – Cover Reveal

The Art of Science – due out sometime in February – is my new collection of poetry. (Yes – I still pop out poetry like its going out of fashion in the simple hope that one day it will be back in fashion…).

However, dah dah!

The cover is now revealed… Designed by Nick Wale…. I love it!

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News Mogul

The old lizard stirs
And licks his chops
Juices running
What a story!
Another chance to peddle
It’s horrifically obscene agenda
Pile it on until surrender
Millions in the bank
Reptilian smile
Plays across his mouth
Another story!
Another chance to meddle
And promote his political will
The more blood you spill
The better
Lurid headlines
Crooked techniques
Playing chess
With public opinion
Such a mess
Made by an
Old reptilian

Not sure where this one came from… but, it works….

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The Creator’s Smile

Reddened stain
A blot upon humanity
God sheds a tear
At Man’s utter insanity
Inside, deep inside
Surely you have a heart?
Looking for Christ’s glowing bride
Keep looking, as She can’t be lost
She is in there somewhere
You just need to seek harder
Anima Mater is hiding
Tears fall, blood spills
Man is confused over
His Godlike power to kill
Is there victory in Death?
All that hard wrought experience
Be still! Take a breath
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Laid bare and bereft
Creator sighs a sadly sigh
His adversary beneath laughs
It echoes in the sky like gunfire
Light temporarily obscured in darkness
Trees rustle in the wind
The cloud passes
Light restored, Love adored
A smile of seven colors
As normality is restored

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My Haunted Life Too is OUT

I know that by now, you have all rushed over to your respective Amazon sites and procured your Kindle copy of My Haunted Life Too right? No? Why not? Out today!! Scare yourself to sleep for just 99 cents with My Haunted Life Too on Kindle!

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Get it here.

While you are there, don’t forget to download my poetry collection – Moon Whispers – for free and grab your copy of My Haunted Life – the original in the series….

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Happy Christmas – Moon Whispers

All this week you can get your christmas gift from me a tad early – its my poetry collection Moon Whispers and it is FREE on Kindle all this week. If you enjoy it, please write a review and check out my others. The paperback version is really cool and would also make a great present!

Get it here in the US and here in the UK.

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Reviews

G. Michael Vasey understands the power of the word. In Moon Whispers, he takes obvious care not to convolute a simple message, exercising an economy of words when it is due, to reveal clean, crisp vignettes of his inner landscape. From tantalizing homages to food in “50 Shades of Food” to life’s more existential questions, as in “Touching Emptiness” and the quote inspired “So What Am I?”, readers will be more appreciative of each of their senses and yet wondering what lies beyond what they perceive with them.

Dielle Ciesco, author of The Unknown Mother: A Magical Walk with the Goddess of Sound and Your True Voice: Tools for Embracing a Fully Expressed Life

Moon Whispers is a tender and beautifully-crafted collection of poems that can touch the deepest layers of our soul. Like the sound of a favorite song on the radio or the recognition of truth in an unexpected place, it brings light and happiness into the heart with every verse.

Daniela I. Norris, author of On Dragonfly Wings and Collecting Feathers

I was so excited to receive the anthology, as this will be my first time reviewing poetry! I couldn’t have been offered a better collection to begin with; Dr Vasey drags the reader onto a roller-coaster of profundity from the word go. I can honestly say that I devoured every poem.

While each poem is a text in its own right, the book is held together by recurring themes like God, life and death, media, and current events. His style of writing screams of intelligence, and he invites the reader to join him in his thought processes. That said, you’ll have no difficulty understanding the language; the words have a clarity to them that makes them both refreshing and all the more challenging on a practical level.

The poems vary in length and structure, but as a general rule there is a real freedom to the formatting, and the lines flow beautifully. The writer’s bold candour shines through the rather creative structuring and graphology, leaving us with an airy lay-out that really lets the poems breathe.

While the collection was not as phonologically stunning as I might have expected (or wished), Vasey is very artful with his rhyme and repetition; his poetry is edgy, relevant and probably the most thought-provoking thing I’ve read this month (and that’s saying something because I read a LOT). I put the book down feeling like I could have read more.

That’s a four star rating for Dr Vasey, and I look forward to reading more of his work.

Daniela, Amazon.com

‘Moon Whispers – A new poetry collection’ is the fourth outing into the world of lyric and melody by Michael Vasey. This continually fascinating and ever-maturing writer has succeeded in assembling a cornucopia of new ideas, visions, and comments on his personal universe and the world ‘out there’.

A title like ‘Julia Robert’s Smile’ is typical of the poet’s wry humour. These lines from another piece neatly combine word play and a satirical edge.

Bit by bit
Revelations
Byte by byte
Animations

The combination of the classic and the contemporary is never far away. A line like ‘Forged in ancient fire’ manages to sit quite comfortably with this pair in another poem seen later in the collection.

Houston, I heard you calling
Or am I confusing you with the Clash?

The piece entitled ‘All at sea’ shows Vasey’s optimism is never far away, though he often questions whether he always possesses that quality himself. The depth of his feelings combined with an acute intelligence have, however, produced the joyous lines,

Following a golden sunbeam
Tumbling through life’s dream

Besides his poetry collections, Vasey’s other forays into authorship, a recognised authority on occult matters – ‘The Mystical Hexagram’ – and his splendid novel ‘The Last Observer’ shows a varied dimension of thought and an endless imagination.

Gordon Strong, Amazon.com

Tall Story

Afloat and at sea
Bobbing like a cork
On the widest of widest ocean
Comedy in perpetual motion
White tips go surfing by
Water, lots of bloody water and
Yet not a drop to drink
Only time to sit and think
A rocky shore lies off to the west
Fiery dragons reside to the north
Things are going south though
Thats not a place I want to go
Tall ships passing me by
Rowing now faster and ever faster
Tidal currents are hard to beat
Especially where pressures meet
Directionless, I move onwards east
I am following a lonely star
Shining brightly in the night sky
All I can do now is sit and sigh
As we drift on inner currents
Mapping the inner tides
Charting uncharted territory
Writing Act 2 of this sorry sordid story
To be read shortly on Jackanory
Another very very tall story

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The Art

In the silence I can hear
As I watch my heartfelt prayer
In the stillness of the inner
I ask forgiveness and renewal
The Sea is still and deep
Reflections there to keep
Aqua fluidly accepts ideas
Smoothes and refines, purifies
And throws them on the Fire
Flaming through intense desire
To work the Art of magic
The inner to the outer flows
Water steams as ember glows
I see, I hope, I know
That from my uttered words will grow
The qualities that I seek
I am, stillness, eternal
A presence in the space
A fluctuating lighted face
Flickering half-formed in the first light
I imagine that it will grow so very bright
Consuming, boiling, generating
Between the darkness and the light
And everything is simply just right
As it is meant to be
An eternal uttered prayer
The Word is spoken
The speaker is content
The magic is now spent

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Talk, Talk

Talk, talk
A talking head
A constant stream
Of incessant chatter
Talk, talk
Words in my head
Is anyone listening
Does it really matter?
Aren’t we all talking to ourselves?
A running commentary on our lives
Describing that reality
Emphasizing finality
Gibbering our thoughts aloud
Streaming podcasts in our head
Writing, filming or recording
The words we just said
Talk, talk
The walking dead
It’s a constant dream
That doesn’t matter
Talk, talk
Words that I have read
Is anyone listening?
Or am I already dead?

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