UncleEvey´s World

Under the EyE in the sky.

2012-01-29T23:15:00.000+00:00

I am the writer, who never wrote a word,

I am the pauper, who never saw a bird,

Or listen as the church bells,

Would BOLDLY ring,

Or the early morning song bird,

To beautifully Sing.

and all of this time, I was oblivious....

BUT I Was there.... ....to listen.

and open my eyes for the light,

Although subconsciously I laid,

With the Lizzards of the night.

For I am their slave,

Under the EYE in the sky,

and all of this time,

I never saw you cry.

I am the pauper, who never wrote a word,

I am the writer, who never saw a bird,

But I was there on that morning,

and listen to her sing....

and she floated through all of the colours,

That the rainbow could possibly bring.

I missed that chance to smile....

For I still fear what the day could bring,

but unlike an innocent child at play,

I am naive enough to Pray.

I hope for the day, I can watch you smile,

I pray for the innocence, of the modern child.

I cross my fingers,

For our peace to arrive,

Because sometimes I forget,

We´re alive.

Skegness, April 2010

Berlin New Years Fireworks

2012-01-18T15:11:00.000+00:00

As ever, to celebrate the new year, the good people of Berlin love to throw fireworks around, and with no real order to the chaos, it almost begins to feel like a war has broken out. I filmed on the Winsstrasse and Marienburger Strasse of Berlin, where the people are peaceful for maybe 364 days of the year. Please enjoy, we did.

I had some fun with the graphics on this firework video, which gave a cool cartoon effect.

The Boat

2012-01-07T03:41:00.001+00:00

The Boat

The boat swayed softly,
To and throw,
Aimlessly,
Without a skipper on toe,
Yesterday,
In a different place,
With a smile for tomorrow,
And a dream to chase.

The fishermen would take her,
Onto distant adventures,
Where myths and legends,
Could never break her,

Alone?
Never,
For the sea was her friend,
And she was the queen,
Of the ocean.

Rome April 2007