3 DAYS TO LAZARUS
(2nd Edition)
Speculative Political Action & Adventure Thriller. (Adults)
Global government..? A New World Order..? What could have been, might yet become, if we let it...
3 Days to Lazarus
John my dear old friend, your poetry reigns immortal
You see a rainbow’s end, out of a love-stained portal
If you only take my hand, I’ll show you a glaring flaw
of a love forsaken land, that flows despair and awe
You imaginatively plea, for an age of human unity
crossing stormy seas, on a voyage towards sanity
Wars are to be no more, than stale old deeds to tell
while bankers have in store, a trail that leads to hell
In heaven you might hear, echoes of a new world order
the intent soon gets clear, it’s a tyranny without border
The lost run and scramble, along dusty one-way streets
the cost to those who gamble, trust on corporate elites
Slogans haughtily extol, tight strangle-holds on reins
as lives they brutally control, are tangled-up in chains
With media owned by sponsors, the truth is never told
monkeys obeying censors, tugging the leash they hold
Freedom of speech is withered, critics are kept sedate
Infants’ outreach is smothered, in the arms of Nanny State
A land of growing giants, reaching to touch the skies
withstanding no defiance, or speeches louder than sighs
The system will not keep, the disabled or wits impaired
only free eternal sleep, unless with credits you’re spared
A voracious lust for power, on sweat and blood they prey
moguls from ivory towers, lip service to liberty they pay
Credits for who sweated, to live now and stand to save
when people are indebted, they bow to the hand that gave
But Mother Nature’s gift to man, is an unmistaken constant
she gave him an attention span, that can awaken in an instant
A dynamic in his spirit, they could never fully abuse
when the conditions merit, man demanding his full dues
An essential life force, for the rapid ascent of mankind
no time for a change of course, if a system to dissent is blind
The imperfection of our planet, as we’ve all come to know
is man’s option for the tenet, to overcome and to outgrow
It is entwined and deeply sewn, into the fabric of man
naturally refined by its own, evolutionary cosmic plan
When the sparks of revolution, are lit by a preset trigger
the sharks of the institution, may be wary but yet snigger
The system’s forces then rush, with every weapon at hand
with resources and men to crush, people ready for a stand
The moment Lazarus is called, after a long patient wait
the machine will falter and stall, once the rulers take the bait
A tidal-wave of human rage, gathers speed to spiral and rise
it is the grave countdown page, to their creed’s final demise
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(2nd Edition)
Speculative Political Action & Adventure Thriller. (Adults)
Global government..? A New World Order..? What could have been, might yet become, if we let it...
3 Days to Lazarus
John my dear old friend, your poetry reigns immortal
You see a rainbow’s end, out of a love-stained portal
If you only take my hand, I’ll show you a glaring flaw
of a love forsaken land, that flows despair and awe
You imaginatively plea, for an age of human unity
crossing stormy seas, on a voyage towards sanity
Wars are to be no more, than stale old deeds to tell
while bankers have in store, a trail that leads to hell
In heaven you might hear, echoes of a new world order
the intent soon gets clear, it’s a tyranny without border
The lost run and scramble, along dusty one-way streets
the cost to those who gamble, trust on corporate elites
Slogans haughtily extol, tight strangle-holds on reins
as lives they brutally control, are tangled-up in chains
With media owned by sponsors, the truth is never told
monkeys obeying censors, tugging the leash they hold
Freedom of speech is withered, critics are kept sedate
Infants’ outreach is smothered, in the arms of Nanny State
A land of growing giants, reaching to touch the skies
withstanding no defiance, or speeches louder than sighs
The system will not keep, the disabled or wits impaired
only free eternal sleep, unless with credits you’re spared
A voracious lust for power, on sweat and blood they prey
moguls from ivory towers, lip service to liberty they pay
Credits for who sweated, to live now and stand to save
when people are indebted, they bow to the hand that gave
But Mother Nature’s gift to man, is an unmistaken constant
she gave him an attention span, that can awaken in an instant
A dynamic in his spirit, they could never fully abuse
when the conditions merit, man demanding his full dues
An essential life force, for the rapid ascent of mankind
no time for a change of course, if a system to dissent is blind
The imperfection of our planet, as we’ve all come to know
is man’s option for the tenet, to overcome and to outgrow
It is entwined and deeply sewn, into the fabric of man
naturally refined by its own, evolutionary cosmic plan
When the sparks of revolution, are lit by a preset trigger
the sharks of the institution, may be wary but yet snigger
The system’s forces then rush, with every weapon at hand
with resources and men to crush, people ready for a stand
The moment Lazarus is called, after a long patient wait
the machine will falter and stall, once the rulers take the bait
A tidal-wave of human rage, gathers speed to spiral and rise
it is the grave countdown page, to their creed’s final demise
(Watch synoptic trailer video on youtube. Right click and Open in new window)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=895cC6OyI30
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INGRESS
A Supernatural Horror/Thriller. (Adults)
When the door is left open,
INGRESS will be made...
INGRESS
Black loam and clay his bones encase, in stone he’ll lay in a prone embrace
No wind, no sun, no light, no rain, no blood shall run in the demon’s vain
Therein ensnared for a thousand years, mankind be spared bloodshed and tears
Lest ye shall bray with woes and fears, best kneel and pray to stow his stain
By the foolish flames that rage in wars, and ghoulish games of settling scores
a fertile womb shall room his spores, as the seed of doom takes root again
The hideous ghost of a buried cave, an insidious host to a torrid crave
The hapless lost conceive his knave, when driven to lust in sin’s domain
With hunger to feed and malice to sate, the human breed, his chalice and plate
To his evil breath you’ll never abate, the scent of death, of terror and pain
Upon the land where his shadow falls, his victims a band for decking the halls
of an inn in hell where the tortured call, cry-out and yell God’s name in vain
Men gather their sages to save their kin, for a battle to wage that they must win
Ingress was found and the Jinn came in, to claim the ground therein to reign
A rule of creation in wisdom God made, for every damnation salvation he bade
The stings of nettles and welts shall fade, dock leafs shall settle and quell their bane
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.
A Supernatural Horror/Thriller. (Adults)
When the door is left open,
INGRESS will be made...
INGRESS
Black loam and clay his bones encase, in stone he’ll lay in a prone embrace
No wind, no sun, no light, no rain, no blood shall run in the demon’s vain
Therein ensnared for a thousand years, mankind be spared bloodshed and tears
Lest ye shall bray with woes and fears, best kneel and pray to stow his stain
By the foolish flames that rage in wars, and ghoulish games of settling scores
a fertile womb shall room his spores, as the seed of doom takes root again
The hideous ghost of a buried cave, an insidious host to a torrid crave
The hapless lost conceive his knave, when driven to lust in sin’s domain
With hunger to feed and malice to sate, the human breed, his chalice and plate
To his evil breath you’ll never abate, the scent of death, of terror and pain
Upon the land where his shadow falls, his victims a band for decking the halls
of an inn in hell where the tortured call, cry-out and yell God’s name in vain
Men gather their sages to save their kin, for a battle to wage that they must win
Ingress was found and the Jinn came in, to claim the ground therein to reign
A rule of creation in wisdom God made, for every damnation salvation he bade
The stings of nettles and welts shall fade, dock leafs shall settle and quell their bane
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TELEPATH
A Psychological Horror/Thriller. (Adults)
A terrifying descent down the lowest depths inside the mind of a psychotic serial killer...
Telepath – The Laughing Whore
Like a breath of spring on a winter’s day, a voice that rings with the songs of May
From lips that thrill as a vintage wine, he drank his fill in a lover’s entwine
But the smile that glowed like a midday sun, was reviled when told their love was done
His last serenade was a wailing roar, her mock laughter frayed the veil he wore...
... and the laughing whore will laugh no more...
From the depth of hell the witch returned, to cast her spell on the wretch she spurned
Her looks were worn by the harlot’s host, to laugh and scorn with Carla’s ghost
Vengeance is mine as the lord he claimed, with heart and mind scored and maimed
His hands then rushed to the laughter’s core, for a throat to crush as they had before...
... and the laughing whore will laugh no more...
Ten years of grief the priest has borne, then leaf by leaf were shredded and torn
His bride was slain when God he found, to bide his pain in a hallowed ground
He sleepwalks into a killing spree, nightmares wherein the killer is he
The priest is faced with bad days of yore, as the beast is braced to raise his score...
... and the laughing whore will laugh no more...
In a labyrinth maze where madness stalks, horrified and dazed the dreamer walks
To keep in step with the predator’s stride, the sleeper’s kept at the stalker’s side
As twins in pain they pray and prey, but never the twain shall meet they say
One’s grief is told in the cross he bore, while the other holds true to the oath he swore...
... and the laughing whore will laugh no more...
In a booth to keep his rage in-rein, and soothe to sleep his caged-in pain
Her presence glows in the abysmal room, and fragrance flows through the dismal gloom
Her face looks out of a picture frame, as her killer shouts and cries her name
His mind then hears her echoes soar, he grinds his gears to do their chore
too late to squeal, to beg or implore, when fate is sealed and destined for...
............ The laughing whore will laugh no more.
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A Psychological Horror/Thriller. (Adults)
A terrifying descent down the lowest depths inside the mind of a psychotic serial killer...
Telepath – The Laughing Whore
Like a breath of spring on a winter’s day, a voice that rings with the songs of May
From lips that thrill as a vintage wine, he drank his fill in a lover’s entwine
But the smile that glowed like a midday sun, was reviled when told their love was done
His last serenade was a wailing roar, her mock laughter frayed the veil he wore...
... and the laughing whore will laugh no more...
From the depth of hell the witch returned, to cast her spell on the wretch she spurned
Her looks were worn by the harlot’s host, to laugh and scorn with Carla’s ghost
Vengeance is mine as the lord he claimed, with heart and mind scored and maimed
His hands then rushed to the laughter’s core, for a throat to crush as they had before...
... and the laughing whore will laugh no more...
Ten years of grief the priest has borne, then leaf by leaf were shredded and torn
His bride was slain when God he found, to bide his pain in a hallowed ground
He sleepwalks into a killing spree, nightmares wherein the killer is he
The priest is faced with bad days of yore, as the beast is braced to raise his score...
... and the laughing whore will laugh no more...
In a labyrinth maze where madness stalks, horrified and dazed the dreamer walks
To keep in step with the predator’s stride, the sleeper’s kept at the stalker’s side
As twins in pain they pray and prey, but never the twain shall meet they say
One’s grief is told in the cross he bore, while the other holds true to the oath he swore...
... and the laughing whore will laugh no more...
In a booth to keep his rage in-rein, and soothe to sleep his caged-in pain
Her presence glows in the abysmal room, and fragrance flows through the dismal gloom
Her face looks out of a picture frame, as her killer shouts and cries her name
His mind then hears her echoes soar, he grinds his gears to do their chore
too late to squeal, to beg or implore, when fate is sealed and destined for...
............ The laughing whore will laugh no more.
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The Whistle Keeper
(Wheels of Fate)
Supernatural Horror/Thriller. (Adults)
Fate is an irresistible force of nature, but a few are given the key to adjust its course...
The Whistle Keeper (Wheels of Fate)
No force can hinder their motion, an infinity of turn after turn
No course to ponder nor emotion, and pity is of no concern
Wheels ever spinning while weaving, the intricate tapestry of life
Dealing joy in winning and leaving, the desolate drowning in strife
Of humans a handful are selected, to sustain what fate has in store
Flaws are then carefully corrected, by maintaining the status evermore
Insidiously they’re put through their paces, by the masterly fingers of fate
Then dubiously steering them to places, where disasters and perils await
Alerted by the shrill sound of a whistle, blown by a phantom young boy
Alarm is no thrill when skins bristle, with the siren of fate comes no joy
The phantom is rare in appearance, his passage spans decades in time
While the selected share in coherence, that his image exceeds the sublime
Their search for the small boy is vital, this spectral child they must find
He answers to neither call nor title, but he heralds the fate of mankind
Ever watchful they keep for their calling, to fulfill their roles in fate’s scheme
When shadows of the reaper are crawling, unaware souls can't be redeemed
Horrific crimes are often averted, by the course of fate’s chosen few
If acting in time on who flirted, with a force they never really knew
The wheels of fate keep a rotation, orbiting around all life from birth
The Whistle Keeper is man’s only salvation, if Armageddon pays a visit to earth
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(Wheels of Fate)
Supernatural Horror/Thriller. (Adults)
Fate is an irresistible force of nature, but a few are given the key to adjust its course...
The Whistle Keeper (Wheels of Fate)
No force can hinder their motion, an infinity of turn after turn
No course to ponder nor emotion, and pity is of no concern
Wheels ever spinning while weaving, the intricate tapestry of life
Dealing joy in winning and leaving, the desolate drowning in strife
Of humans a handful are selected, to sustain what fate has in store
Flaws are then carefully corrected, by maintaining the status evermore
Insidiously they’re put through their paces, by the masterly fingers of fate
Then dubiously steering them to places, where disasters and perils await
Alerted by the shrill sound of a whistle, blown by a phantom young boy
Alarm is no thrill when skins bristle, with the siren of fate comes no joy
The phantom is rare in appearance, his passage spans decades in time
While the selected share in coherence, that his image exceeds the sublime
Their search for the small boy is vital, this spectral child they must find
He answers to neither call nor title, but he heralds the fate of mankind
Ever watchful they keep for their calling, to fulfill their roles in fate’s scheme
When shadows of the reaper are crawling, unaware souls can't be redeemed
Horrific crimes are often averted, by the course of fate’s chosen few
If acting in time on who flirted, with a force they never really knew
The wheels of fate keep a rotation, orbiting around all life from birth
The Whistle Keeper is man’s only salvation, if Armageddon pays a visit to earth
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HEROES AND UGLY DUCKLINGS
A Comic Adventure Drama. (Adult Humour)
A hilarious autobiography of the trials and triumphs of a luckless antihero...
When you can fly, you'll fear no heights..!
Heroes and Ugly Ducklings
Legends, fairy tales, enchanting poems and song,
sailors daring to sail, where daunting storms belong
Knights slaying dragons, soldiers raising guns
pioneers on dray wagons, under blazing suns
Never books or sonnets, about zeroes you will see
Wallace looks to Grommet, but I’ve mostly got me
Dishing-out my self-scorn, chained to a stone wall
wishing I was Bond or Bourne, or never born at all
I felt vain until captured, writing a review on Baghdad
my brain must have ruptured, citing a venue so bad
I swallowed a mountain, of bullshit spoon by spoon
wallowed in a fountain, of Pulitzer hopeful buffoons
So I packed-up my laptop, a journalist meaning well
then rocked and hip-hopped, for a tryst scene in hell
I mingled with some locals, a people dapper or kind
they warned I’d become focal, for kidnappers to find
To the preface I didn’t listen, on my chants I was thrilled
till in my face a gun glistened, and my pants I nearly filled
My tongue got badly twisted, my throat choked on lumps
another victim sadly listed, where Satan took his dumps
An El-Qaeda team roared drivel, as swords sliced the air
but others seemed more civil, in a video-spiced affair
My mind shifted gears to shun, the grim ordeal I faced
I saw my living years rerun, and as film-reels they raced
My life was a hilarious epic, framed in swings and swells
on beer a nefarious comic, dad named me Ringo Bell..!
A schoolyard toy for bullies, is the bill for small and thin
the big boys had their jollies, but I still had balls to win
If a fan was set on running, I’d never forgotten to duck
I’d learnt to bet on cunning, not my ill-begotten luck
When the proverbial was spreading, however low I lay
it kept a parochial heading, and to me it found its way
Whenever things down hurtled, I learned to stay alive
and by never turning turtle, I earned the way to survive
Stumbling in abysmal tunnels, certain they’d end in light
to discover they were funnels, for humans to blend or fight
For many years I wrote for a living, though never lost in prose
I found the funny gears for giving, my targets a busted nose
If the tide was rapidly rising, I’d let nothing tie me down
I’d ride the waves surprising, all the boffins while they drown
I trust you now gather, this is not from beyond the grave
and guess from my blather, my scrawny neck was saved
You will glean from my story, in every zero a hero stands
he’s no means of heroic glory, but no fear with wits at hand
In a world of tigers and lions, predators that roam at will
one thing you can rely on, if caught your blood will spill
It’s the way that nature intended, and its rules to all apply
but all rules can be upended, if ugly ducklings can fly...
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https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/384158
A Comic Adventure Drama. (Adult Humour)
A hilarious autobiography of the trials and triumphs of a luckless antihero...
When you can fly, you'll fear no heights..!
Heroes and Ugly Ducklings
Legends, fairy tales, enchanting poems and song,
sailors daring to sail, where daunting storms belong
Knights slaying dragons, soldiers raising guns
pioneers on dray wagons, under blazing suns
Never books or sonnets, about zeroes you will see
Wallace looks to Grommet, but I’ve mostly got me
Dishing-out my self-scorn, chained to a stone wall
wishing I was Bond or Bourne, or never born at all
I felt vain until captured, writing a review on Baghdad
my brain must have ruptured, citing a venue so bad
I swallowed a mountain, of bullshit spoon by spoon
wallowed in a fountain, of Pulitzer hopeful buffoons
So I packed-up my laptop, a journalist meaning well
then rocked and hip-hopped, for a tryst scene in hell
I mingled with some locals, a people dapper or kind
they warned I’d become focal, for kidnappers to find
To the preface I didn’t listen, on my chants I was thrilled
till in my face a gun glistened, and my pants I nearly filled
My tongue got badly twisted, my throat choked on lumps
another victim sadly listed, where Satan took his dumps
An El-Qaeda team roared drivel, as swords sliced the air
but others seemed more civil, in a video-spiced affair
My mind shifted gears to shun, the grim ordeal I faced
I saw my living years rerun, and as film-reels they raced
My life was a hilarious epic, framed in swings and swells
on beer a nefarious comic, dad named me Ringo Bell..!
A schoolyard toy for bullies, is the bill for small and thin
the big boys had their jollies, but I still had balls to win
If a fan was set on running, I’d never forgotten to duck
I’d learnt to bet on cunning, not my ill-begotten luck
When the proverbial was spreading, however low I lay
it kept a parochial heading, and to me it found its way
Whenever things down hurtled, I learned to stay alive
and by never turning turtle, I earned the way to survive
Stumbling in abysmal tunnels, certain they’d end in light
to discover they were funnels, for humans to blend or fight
For many years I wrote for a living, though never lost in prose
I found the funny gears for giving, my targets a busted nose
If the tide was rapidly rising, I’d let nothing tie me down
I’d ride the waves surprising, all the boffins while they drown
I trust you now gather, this is not from beyond the grave
and guess from my blather, my scrawny neck was saved
You will glean from my story, in every zero a hero stands
he’s no means of heroic glory, but no fear with wits at hand
In a world of tigers and lions, predators that roam at will
one thing you can rely on, if caught your blood will spill
It’s the way that nature intended, and its rules to all apply
but all rules can be upended, if ugly ducklings can fly...
(To view the video on youtube, right click and open link in new window)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_v_B_rMH28I
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Charley Brooks
(Through Jacob's Gate)
Fantasy Action and Adventure. (9+ and Young Adults)
13 years-old Charley Brooks is blind, but in dreams he can see... Some dreams however, are much more than they seem...
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(Through Jacob's Gate)
Fantasy Action and Adventure. (9+ and Young Adults)
13 years-old Charley Brooks is blind, but in dreams he can see... Some dreams however, are much more than they seem...
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Mike Al-Amiry
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Hi there, I am Mike Al-Amiry... A dedicated story teller... Welcome to my world...
Born in Baghdad-Iraq 1946, Mike arrived in England for higher education aged 18 and then fell in love with, and grew his roots in the city of Manchester. After 30 years as an owner of restaurants, bars and nightclubs, Mike learned that looking at life through the bottom of a glass might give a distorted image, but often more interesting than the real one. Mike then jumped ship out of the precarious world of the leisure business and is now enjoying a leisurely swim in the cool waters of imaginative writing. After years of wrestling with the iron-curtained publishing industry, he has finally decided to go his own way and has recently published all of his six novels as e-books with most online retailers. Feel free to browse through this website to get a quick preview of all of Mike's books or visit:
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Nestle-in between those fat fluffy cushions, take a deep comforting breath and let it out slowly, because I'm gonna tell you a story... Mike..
https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Alamiry
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=la_B00G8Q1O1Y_B00G8Q1O1Y_sr?rh=i%3Abooks&field-author=Mike+Al-Amiry&sort=relevance&ie=UTF8&qid=1386233323
Nestle-in between those fat fluffy cushions, take a deep comforting breath and let it out slowly, because I'm gonna tell you a story... Mike..