Recent Activity~

I’m really happy to be posting again and writing. I haven’t writen any poetry for quite a few months now. It’s an odd sensation. For me creativity and inspiration comes in waves. Just like moods, and different ways of thinking. It can be really productive but also quite scary as to how fast and how much I can change, it takes a while for me to get my footing again, but I really feel like I’m starting to control this a bit better as I get older. Is that a good thing?

Lots of things have been going on for me over the past few months. I’ve fufilled my dream of owning an adventure bike. I’m yet to use it to its full capabilities! But I’ve been on quite a few day trips and over just a month I’ve done 1546 miles (2488 kilometres). I’m very much addicted to riding this beast of a bike. I got a brand new NC750X Honda imported straight from the land of the rising sun, Japan. Which blew me over the moon, being a Japanophile.

I’ve been thinking about this blog often, what I should do with it, should I solely write in poetry or should I use it just to write and post content on my “exploits”. Recently I’ve even purchased a helmet camera to catch some footage of the places I travel to. Catching a first person perspective of myself riding a motorbike is beyond bizzare but incredible. I’d like the idea of making motorbike riding music videos or just mini documentaries of places I visit, just having chats. Unfortunately the first video I’ve put on youtube, I’ve mounted the camera way to forward so there’s a frustrating angle to deal with. I’ve fixed it now but it is very annoying, haha. I suppose you learn as you go.

Many times I’ve been thinking, how should I express myself, how can I reach to people, how can I be seen or heard. I think a lot of us think the same thing. How we want to be known. Music, photography, video, painting, drawing, poetry, singing. All these things we do to be seen or heard. To be pondered on, on our unique point of view as a human being, our intellect and our minds.

I think I will just use this blog to post what I feel strongly about and write poetry as I always love to.

Anyhow, it’s nice to write, and it’s nice to be back.

Hope you’re all doing well!

If you’re interested in some of the videos I’ve made and will be making, then check out the link below:

me and dad 3

I’m back..

Hey guys. It feels like a lifetime I’ve been gone for but it’s only been a few measly weeks. But those few measly weeks have changed me so much. They’ve completely changed my life’s direction. Writing on the road was difficult. To me, writing is just another medium, y’know? I took to singing a lot. I sang everywhere I went on my motorbike, coming up with the lyrics was like writing to poetry to me and I got just as much release as I would sitting in my room, writing away.

I broke up with my long term girlfriend. I know what you’re thinking. I probably met some girls along the road. Sure, there were many temptations and that’s one of the reasons I split up with her. I feel like I can’t keep missing out on these experiences. I reached John O’ Groats and it became more and more apparent to me I need to do my own thing. I need to travel without being chained down. I need to experience other people. It was such a hard thing to finally accept. But y’know what, I am 50% of the relationship too and if I’m not happy and feel like I’m not growing, then I need to grow some balls and tell her the truth.

So that has been a major change in my life.

Another one is that I’ve finally found somewhere I’d love to move to. Glasgow! Beautiful city, love the Scots and there’s literally a tonne of surrounding nature if the city life gets too much for me.

Being on the road every day was addictive. I met so many people. I had so many genuine chats. Mostly drunken ones. But aren’t we all more honest when we’re drunk or high? There’s no holding back, no barriers stopping us. What a world we’d all live in if we were all drunk.

I learnt so much about my best friend too. We were never apart the entire two weeks. I feel like right now he should be right behind me suggesting where we should eat next or which girl takes he’s into. It’s helped us grow together as friends.

So right now I feel incredibly lonely, I feel like I’ve still got itchy feet. I need to move about, I need to write, I need to express. I suppose it’s also dealing with going back to work tomorrow too. I can just feel it looming over me. I suppose with life it’s all give and take, right?

Hope you’ve all been well. I know it’s a bit raw all this, but I like to be honest and human and I’m sure you guys can appreciate that. Hope you enjoy the pics too!

Europe tour happening next year for sure after I upgrade the bike. I will miss the trusty little ped.

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Phantom Photographer

A camera takes shots of me

Whether I like it or not

I tell it to stop

But it takes another shot

Its flash blinds me

Unable to think

So quickly I run the taps

To fill up the sink

The waters cold

As is my heart

My camera is scared

I hear it shaking apart

I throw the lens into the sink

And give the body a nice cool drink

The cameras dead

Resting at the bottom of the sink

Heavy as lead

Yet the flash still goes off

Taking another shot

Photography: The Ruins of Berry Pomeroy Castle

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It was a cloudy, rainy miserable day when me and my friend decided to go for a motorcycle journey. It had been years since I’ve been to this place. Whenever you mention the name Berry Pomeroy to a native in Torbay they’ll always tell you of ghosts that walk the ramparts. Lords and ladies that were murdered, Patrolling soldiers and everyday working men and women all spotted throughout the day and night by visitors and tourists.

I for one found the Ruins of Berry Pomeroy stunning, in an old gothic way. I attempted to catch the beauty of the castle itself and the nature surrounding it. There is a pathway leading to a moat nearby, bustling with nature. Bird calls that were completely unfamiliar to me sounding like car alarms.

I hope you’ve enjoyed these pictures.

If you’re interested in the history of Berry Pomeroy Castle check out this link from English Heritage:

If you’re more interested in ghost stories:

Peace of mind – Part 1


I sit here in a room

Well I think it’s a room

I’ve walked from side to side

From what I could feel:

Four walls

Four corners


It’s so dark in here

The only way I can see

Is during the day

When they open the window

Letting the sun shine through

When they shut it

I can’t tell whether my eyes are open or not

Am I sleeping or am I awake?

Standing or sitting?


The window is shut

I reach inside of myself

I search the lights of my soul

They’re dim

But brighter as I move closer

They line up along rails

On a pier

leading to the centre of the sea

I follow them


Reaching the end of the pier

I look down

There’s a long drop below

Into a whirpool

A vortex of black and white


I see others jumping from their piers

Sucked into the waters below

They seem to know what they’re doing

I jump


And follow



The sea of life


A dull day

The rough waves of the grey coastline

Pound the beach into submission

The seagulls bob up and down on the pulse of the sea



Dive for what seems hours at a time

Reaching the mirky depths

Their homes

Only to return with a sad expression


The young ones throw stones

At the waves

Angering them

They grow fiercer at the mockery

Spitting froth

A deep rumble

Within the ripples


The old ones search for seashells

Trying to pick them up

By the time they bend fully downwards

The tide is knee high

Seashells long since swept away

They forget what they were doing

With creaking limbs

They try to remember home


The ones stuck in the middle

Sit here in anguish

On the sand of the beach

At the futility

They feel in this place

The waves move ever closer

With empathy