Biography of Derek McCasland
I've written poetry and lyrics since I was about 12 or 13. It's how I vent; how I get away for a while; how I best express myself. I fronted for a rock band for 3 years, in which time I wrote all the lyrics to our songs, as well as the arrangements. I also helped with melody often. That was a great experience. It was from that journey with good friends and wonderful music that I realized I wanted to be an author (or maybe I should say writer)
Derek McCasland's Works:
I don't have any books, though I am working on a poetry compilation of the past 10 years of my life. We'll see how popular that is (LOL) .
I do have 7 copyrighted lyrical works, which I will soon be adding too.
Derek McCasland Poems
A Walk In The Garden
A Walk in the Garden... Just you and me, Respite from our burdens, Enraptured with thee...
My beautiful nightmare Showers sweet torment Into my slumber...
Flames... The red-orange glow of peace; Reprieve; solace; Stillness in the shadows
Hello, my old friend, Has it only been a year? It seems as though forever Since we have had you here.
Whispers Of The Past
Memories and shadows, Fill this empty place, Which once was filled with joy; Now gone without a trace.
Awoke this 'morn To find I'd been born; Innocence broken And oh so forlorn.
Well, I just heard the thunder roar, But I did not see the lightning; Looking up to darkened clouds. The bitter wind is biting.
Waves Slowly Crashing
Waves slowly crashing, Crashing into me, Breaking 'long the shore Of my fading memory.
Too Late 'Lyrics'
It's too late, Too late for you. I'm fed up, And now I'm through.
Surrealistic mist, Wafting through my mind, Searching for a dream, That's impossible to find.
Oh Lady show me Show me how to lie, Tell me to regroup, And make another try.
Too Late 'Lyrics'
It's too late,
Too late for you.
I'm fed up,
And now I'm through.
It's over now,
Bet you're sorry too.
Should strangle you.