delicate filigree entwining enticing, ensnaring woven webs capturing beauty created by the unknown what lies in the voids the spaces between threads what could be isn’t there or is it the mystery of the unknown …… just imagine
looking back, I gaze at a red and broken past around my feet lies the present an uncertain yet clear future lies before surrounded by pain time spent with the dead and dying understanding death at times comes easier than conversing with the living contemplation brings a deeper appreciation of life all I want my epitaph to be is not confusion, but ….. “just trying to leave someone alive”
it’s a mystery to me how it commences only the wind remembers from whence it came and where it goes yet we wish on it with dandelions in bloom will the wind ever remember that wish it blows on its way for at the end of the day all for that we yearn is to be remembered by name at days end when the clouds lift light will breakthrough yet the wind will not look back but …. what of us, should we
time passes as the river flows from whence it comes to where it goes cutting a pathway leaving scars in its wake once passed we cannot return in the beginning from birth forced through cracks from a trickle great steams grow going with the flow as time passes great rivers are master sculptors seeking new horizons forging into the unknown until at days end all rivers merge no second chances all the while time passes
In this month of November, and the 11th just passed, when we remember the fallen, lets give pause for thought, to the boys forced to become men before their time …. where we as a society discard our best and brightest to senseless conflicts. The hopes and disappointments of generations of young (mostly) men/boys are always dashed at the altar of political expedience and greed.
The article contains many of the poems that I have written about War …and its impact on my life, when I was forced to serve ….
Read and remember ….
“Nonintervention does not mean that nothing happens.
It means that something else happens.”
Christopher Hitchens
On this day when we remember the fallen, lets gave pause for thought, to the boys forced to become men, to become killers. In silent contemplation, I at times shout out to my silence; why do we discard our best and brightest to senseless conflicts. The hopes and disappointments of generations of young (mostly) men/boys are always dashed at the altar of political expedience and greed. Young men fighting old men’s wars. The First World War poets have always stuck a deep chord on my soul and I reread the poems and contemplate deeply on the what, why, how and the loss. The poetry of Owen, Rosenberg, Blunden, Gurney and Sassoon are those that I turn to when I need to pause and think, why is this world so fucked up?
Consequently, I have put…
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a poem of reflection …..
under the influence of life all things merge into one forming a single perfect storm motionless I lay on the turgidity can approaching silence be so quiet? waiting in hope, in time and silence a single menacing mass approaches gray clouds merging into a single menacing black mass waiting and listening in the silence what defines you now is how you deal with this tempest afterward, do you lie basking in the sunlight or broken, bruised on the rocks for in that silence you will be defined
The Autumn Edition for 2019, has hit the shelves, it’s live now on Ambulance Today.
This edition is focused upon technology and education. In so far as technology goes, we take a look at some of the newest innovations currently being introduced to EMS. Specifically here, I would like to mention WoundClot, which is rightly being lauded as one of the most significant life saving advancements in emergency trauma care.
As Editor Joe says: “We hope that you have as much fun delving into this issue as we had in creating it, and that you come away as enriched from the thought-provoking articles inside as we have been in researching and overseeing them.”
Click on the link below to download and read the entire magazine (you’re welcome) and of course my article on page 34 & 35
To all the followers of this page, if you want to see an article written about any specific aspect of Emergency Care on the African continent, or get me to interview a key role player, drop me a mail. Equally, if you have any news items you would like us to run either in our magazine or on our daily-updated global ambulance news website please make contact.
For the readers from Africa, if you wish to advertise or have a free advertorial written up in the magazine, make contact and lets see how I can assist …
To my fellow passionate EMS friends across the world, I trust you are enjoying this journey, as we continue to explore this fascinating continent. Till then be safe out there and stay passionate – Enjoy!
a forest of thoughts with pathways of grit bordered by the ageless unbending, yet graceful willow trees waving me on effortlessly with the wind of yesteryear I traverse the pathways crushing fear underfoot grittily determined to endure with grace as my companion and pockets full of pebbles slowly being ground into the gritty sands of time
“Our interest in death and illness is nothing but a way of expressing an interest in life” Thomas Mann – my poem below is written from a medical perspective – every life matters and has value
air goes in and out blood goes round and round that says the medic keeps you alive in sickness and death illness and injury not all goes as it should this is well noted blood and guts sickness and death that last ….. potential breath affirms our quest intimacy with death fuels our passion in life in its abundance ours and yours … the next patient?
Another year around the sun rolls by … another year opens up .. my life continues … what does the next year hold? All I know is that I keep chasing, moving forward .. skirting the gray .. pushing towards hope as I skirt the shadows …
My 55th birthday poem, a present to myself …. you decide if it is inspiring or depressing ….♥
closer to the edge
day by day
I skirt the sepia
my darkness
my solitude
I’ll lock the door
block the door
maybe step outside
and change the world
welcome to my world
my inner eternal battles
where even blood is gray
when coagulated by time
hope pushes out fear
pain and despair
is it all in vain
as I chase the gray
