Turquoise Monster

Skin
Hard as rock
Impenetrable
But only to the mildest of blows
Air as gentle breath and waters salt tears
Eat me away – hit hard and I will shatter

Thoughts Cascade
A mind meltdown
With knowledge cores
Burning up
Wisdom irradiating
Growing thought
Cascading
With creative nodes
Ideas blinking
Neural networks sparking
Routeing out
Memories
Fragmentation rearrange
Something new
Then it starts again
With the old and the new
A thought cascade

Recording of my poem Shimmer.

A recording of my song Love Song From The Gutter.

Remembered that I’d posted this video – it is the preliminary work put in to some of the science communication stuff I do. This was filmed before I went off to the University of the West of England to do my course.

I thought I would share for amusement value and cuteness.

My home is not this building
With it’s antiquated beams
And spiders left in the loft
It is not the garden strewn
With fruit and edibles
Nor is it the burbling stream
Pouring over idyllic cotswold stone

My home is not the red doored
House where I grew up
It is not the cracked pavement beyond
It is not the dens we built
In splintered trees out of wardrobe doors
It is not fishing for golf balls
In the leech ridden river
Nor is it the games of hopscotch
Or the misty nights of bonfire parties

My home is not…
The Edwardian Town House
Brimming with students
Finding their way in the world
It is not the common room
With pool table and
Endless Simpsons Re-Runs
Nor is it eating Haargen Dazs ice cream
At three in the morning
Whilst discussing philosophy
And finding solutions to all the worlds woes

My home is my family
A place where friends come to chat
It is the feeling that envelopes the place
The tangle of memories shared
Without us – a house is just brick and mortar
We are the home
And as such
I can never be homeless
I am lucky

A recording of my song Summer Sun

Before Christmas 2016 I went to one of the Launch events for this book Diamond Cutters, the book is full of mystery and mythos and stark bright truths. A mix of poems from different segments of time and society and countries – a book that I need in these times.

My friend is in the book but I would still have bought the thing – in fact I bought it even though it was all my money at the time.

This is the video of me singing my song song Flowing that me and my daughter made a few years ago.

Dark rainbows twist in the core of existence
Pulling the strings that set the rhythm of life
Swilling in the contemplation of the atoms vibration
Moments kicked and bitten to existence
Something new from the old arises – pushing up
And up into a place as yet unmade
Ghosts of this creations whisper
Existentialism bleeds real life in lags and starts
Stuttering reality – a voice as to nothing
Over and over pinwheeling down to start…
The climb up again until rebirth.