NaPoWriMo Apr 3

On By WinstonIn Enlightenment, music, NaPoWriMo, Personal, Poetry, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Music is Life

Music moves the human soul

More sure than anything

From classical to modern rock

To lullabies we sing

There’s nothing else will speak to us

Reach out and touch our hearts

Like that one song which resonates

In our most secret parts

From goths with Evanesence in

The headphones on their ears

To some Gen Xer cruising by

And blasting Tears for Fears.

A universal code is there

Locked in each measured beat

With all of life recorded in

A catalogue complete

It matters not if you’re alone

Or mingled in a crowd

A song so soft it’s barely heard

Or yet bone jarring loud

For music is as close as we

Will get to the divine

So please stay but a moment while

I share this song of mine

Cheers,

NaPoWriMo Apr 02 2025

On By WinstonIn Deeds Over Words, Personal Responsibility, The Choices We Make, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Deeds Endure

If you look back to cent’ries past
To names of great renown
We know the words ascribed to them
Are ones they did not sound.

It’s deeds we know for deeds endure
From one age to the next
And those who will do naught but talk
Will vanish as though hexed.

Qin Shi Huang, Napoleon,
Great Caesar and the rest
All of their words now naught but dust,
By their deeds know them best.

Your own deeds may reverberate
Down through the coming years.
And though your name is long forgot
Of your deeds some child hears,

Then what you’ve done, not what you’ve said,
Your acts though base or just.
May shape the course they take in life
Though all your words are dust.

Cheers,

NaPoWriMo Apr 01

On By WinstonIn Choose Gratitude, family, Grateful, Memories, Personal1 Comment

My Mother’s Love

From heaven fell those gentle drops
to kiss each leaf and bloom,
A gentle, restful tapping on
The window of my room.

My mother laid a cool, damp cloth
Upon my fevered brow.
She took my hand, she stroked my hair
Made soothing noises now.

The fever burned much hotter now
Could scarcely see or hear,
Yet through it all still I could sense
My Mother’s touch so dear.

The rain fell on all through the night
As fever raged and burned
Yet when the morning finally came
A corner had been turned

And in the golden light of dawn
I saw my Mother smile
Then both exhausted from the night
We rested for a while.

Although she’s gone these many years
Each day still feel her love
Now when it rains each gentle drop
A touch from her above.

Cheers,

I’ve Been A Little Busy…

On By WinstonIn Digital Art, digital drawing, Drawing, GreenApe Studio, greenapestudio.com, Ink Drawing, iPad Pro, My Art, Original Tarot Illustration, Personal Creativity Project,, Procreate, Sketches, Sketching, Think Ink1 Comment

So, it’s been a few more than a few months since I’ve posted here. That’s mostly because I’ve been busy with a whole new project. I’ve started on the artwork for my own set of Tarot cards. At the same time, I’ve put up a dedicated website to showcase my art including the cards as I finish them. Anyone interested can check it all out at https://greenapestudio.com

Not Tarot related, but the latest drawing I’ve finished to got in the gallery at greenapestudio.com.

As always, I would love any feedback.

Cheers,

Ordo Malleus

On By WinstonIn Digital Art, digital drawing, Drawing, iPad Pro, My Art, Personal Creativity Project,, Procreate, Warhammer 40kLeave a comment

So it’s been a bit since I’ve posted. I needed a bit of a break after the brain melting chaos which is NaPoWriMo. While I’ve been recovering, I did some art therapy and spent about thirty hours creating yet another Warhammer 40k piece. This one is my take on the symbol of the Ordo Malleus. They are the Imperial Inquisition’s relentless hunters of the taint of Chaos.

As alway, I would love to know what you think.

Suffer not the taint of Chaos!

Cheers,‘

NaPoWriMo Day 30

On By WinstonIn A Blessing, Choose Gratitude, Enlightenment, Grateful, gratitude, Loving Life, my blessed life, NaPoWriMo, Personal, Poetry, Stress Relief, The Choices We MakeLeave a comment

Well, I’ve survived another month of poetry without my brain actually dribbling out my ears. Now I just have to wait for it to stop automatically trying to rhyme every single word I think of. So grateful to everyone who takes a few minutes from their day to read these. Speaking of gratitude… Enjoy!

Choose Gratitude

To work, to work, alas it’s time,

That I must now return,

To pay, to pay, the bills I have,

Some money I must earn.

For that is how the story goes,

We must all work to live,

To have a roof and food and clothes,

Must have some cash to give.

Yes, even those who will not play,

Choose to live off the grid,

Will have to work far harder than,

In their old jobs they did.

Go on and thrash, and kick and scream,

Until you lose your voice,

There’s no escape, all rats must race,

There really is no choice,

When finally you see this truth,

Some peace at last may find,

And understand this is the way,

Leave freedom far behind.

The only freedom we may know,

Is how we face these facts,

Just how we choose to see the world,

Each defined by our acts.

So turn that negative around,

See sunbeams through that cloud,

Now turn your mind to bluer skies,

Cast off that sullen shroud.

Instead of grumbling, gratitude,

That choice is mine to make,

Be grateful for the life I live,

Not it for granted take,

To work, to work, at least I have,

A job that I don’t hate,

To pay, to pay for all I have,

That deal seems pretty great.

Cheers,

NaPoWriMo Day 29

On By WinstonIn Books, Dark / Gothic, Fantasy, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Pop Culture, Warfare, Warhammer 40kLeave a comment

It’s the twenty-ninth today and I’m starting to run out of ideas. Then as I was drawing the image in the previous post, I decided to do a poem set in the Warhammer 40k universe. I understand completely if most don’t care for it, it’s a bit more “niche” than most of what I write. Enjoy!

For the Emperor!

With hammer and with bolter, with,

The flamer and the blade,

The foes of Holy Terra shall,

Regret the choice they made.

From hordes of orks and heretics,

And xenos filth and worse,

We will defend the Empire from,

The voidborn demon’s curse.

The Emperor of Man has sat,

One thousand years and more,

Undying and yet dying still,

From traitor’s wound of yore.

Dishonour not his sacrifice,

Forever his name bless,

Although we are but mortal men,

We cannot offer less,

I understand, though I will fall,

And millions more as well,

We are still all that stand between,

The worlds of man and hell.

Now cleanse your soul and hold the line,

There is no other way,

The Emperor is watching us,

Will know our deeds this day,

Cheers,