When I was first online,
I got responses all the time,
but as the internet has grown,
the stats have shown,
a sad decrease…
in my geek cog turning grease.
The universe probably wants me to stop,
to give up my multitudinal blogs.
But I shall not… listen,
And churn out the words of the mill turning midden
To spout out my thoughts,
of all sorts,
weather the world be interested or not.
As for me writing just kind of hits the spot.
So when the internet says go home,
Emphatically I always so NO!
And shall instead let my mind roam,
As my fingers type a tome,
At least until…
I am interrupted by the GODDAMN phone!
(extended version from a Facebook post made in 2012)
Monsters of a kind
Wait beyond this
Behind the noise
Of the crowd
Calling
Whispering
Muttering the insanity
Life’s rhythm
Life’s crime
To stay still
All must change
Driving the mind
To that hard place
Withered and bitter
Centered on the new
Jelousy may join too
Monsters of the Id
Hatred may take root
Within us All
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
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
