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.
You took me Gloucester City
On a windy day
And I stood in awe
And how I did sway
For above my head
Flying high in the sky
Whirling black clouds
Like ink drops in my eyes
A shoal of birds was there
Swarming in the air
In Gloucester city
ooooooooo
We went to a county park
On that windy day
And we took all sorts of things along to play
We sent the kite up high
Into the turbid sky
And oh boy did it fly!
And our daughters hair
Was streaming out hehind
As an iron fort we went off to find
You walk the Cotswold Hills
On that windy day
Drinking in the smell
Of the storm upon its way
Photos you did take
Of stones in stormlight bathed
You looked so right
Drinking in the sight
ooooooooo
Oh Gloucestershire is wild
On those windy days
When scarves and coats of colours blaze
It has the ancient sights
For the wind to sing
Witches Tumps of old bone to cling
Ships upon the landlocked dock
Where the care for a cannon
That the egg did Rock!
Art and crafts are there
At a blustary village faire
Deer roast on the common
Rain lashed and sodden
Windy Gloucestershire
You’ve stole our hearts away
And so instead of moving
We would like to stay
oooooooooo