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Have you ever seen a cuttlefish, 
turn in a second 
from red to green? 
A wave pulsates, 
ripples and flows a nano-second tide, 
from its tail to its head, and back. 

Tonight, the sky throbbed and vibrated, 
whilst my head gyrated, to take it all in. 

This giant lumen across the Orkla fjord.

I, poet was far from bored! 

My ears nipped, as the sun licked 
through Van Allen zones, 
the protective curtains of our home 
First, arc green, feint, almost steam 

From its hilltop bottom came the magic 
folding as if pleated, 
or is it a flag in the breeze?

All around, as if under a lysergic umbrella 
The “Nordlys” of Valhalla 
rolled their snare drum beats 
Awesome aurora, directly on top of me, 
the jagged puncture of auroral corona 

Extending beyond zenith, 
the glows in the sky from Polar light 

Which arrive with the suns carbon mass ejection might 

The 93 million mile gap, 20-30 hours after, shudders, 
whacks us with this phenomenal hiss 
this inviolable zap. 

Miles 600 to 60 is how Solaris to Polaris 
Rains down from the sky, forming aurora borealis. 
Norway’s celestial, crystal palace




Somewhere inside us is the trace element of a star that collapsed -ages ago- and somehow all of the atoms from that explosion collided formed all of this, the plasma or lcd you’re looking at and the TC and AG  amino´s that formed to make us. We get up, we work, we feck and somewhere in between, either on the shortcut back from the pub taking a leak or dazed on a beach on our two week break in the sun we fall on our backs and stare hard at the same stars that our predecessors stared at and wondered how far they might fall when their boat left the end of the earth for infinity.

I think about it all the time. Always thinking, always pretending I might be arrogant enough to stumble across the great truth about the universe and why we’re here, but its a given that in a lifetime, we all do. We’re only going to get the answers when science exceeds it’s boundaries with faith of the impossible, proves God is the Law of Attraction and Neutrinos really do travel faster than light.

Stephen J Hawking tells us in one of his quotes that those who look for the answers will find the hell, because God created it first for those who go looking for the answers. On the other side of his great wisdom there are specialized and trustworthy (yeah right) groups who are supposed to know the real truth about why we’re here. How we arrived at where we are, and exactly where we are supposed to be. They are of course sporting silver grey or near white hair and regularly attend the lodges of the world, especially the ones of the ancient order and Scottish rite freemasonry. They spend their Friday afternoons going through the chapters of knowledge until they reach the dizzy heights of chapter 33. Here, they get the truths we all want to know or understand. I don´t know what that is but I guess it is something to do with the great architect of the universe as they refer to a lot in their books. I expect also, it has a lot to do with the secrets of our reason for being here. Other little clans of societies with secrets, co exist with freemasons, they are not exactly secret societies either, especially after the bestselling Da Vinci Code.

Anyway, those who do and those who don’t. I ask what the purpose of our universe is about? Not on each and every blog I am going to post, but after reading an excellent book called “View From Planet Earth” by Vincent Cronin. I was struck by the depths of his research and facts. Take the closest star, it’s a fine balance between something that could have burned itself out about a billion years ago and what gives a few of us the melanoma today. Freeman J Dyson explains it in a paper he gave in 1971. It’s all about helium-2 and protons and could confuse you if you’re not into all that stuff but it made a lot of sense to my mind. How could that have happened by chance? I read it and remembered a programme from BBC about the suns heliopause. This would be the extent of the suns force and it is somewhere like 4 times the distance between the sun and Pluto. The sound of radio emissions from a coronal mass ejection leaving the sun and then passing the probes Voyager 1 and 2 showed it passing them about a hundred days apart and then it reached this area at the end of our solar system where it made this faint noise like the sound of a baby in the womb; from an ultrasonic scan.

I pondered that distance for a week or two, and it made me think that maybe the sun delivers the day-to-day thoughts of us the same way a magnetic disk transfers information.

I don’t want to bore you completely with all of my background and my curiosity on aurora borealis and astronomy in general, but you only have to understand the simplicity of how they happen and when the 11year solar low, solar max cycle of the sun’s energy changes and affects the weather in our planet, no-one knows how exactly, it just does.)

What if all of the stars and the universe has a purpose as well as us on this wee pebble, spinning around drenching each other in hate, oil, blood and holding faith in the biggest absentee landlord in the world that we were out here in his / her image or one of the other ones, but I’ll put a sock in it just there. I daren’t step over the images of religious leaders in metaphor or cartoons. That is after all using free speech the same as free thought and that’s a bad thing in today’s world, right? It might be anything and like the universe when you –both readers- were just a swirling gas being pulled into a mass by something that proved to be gravity. It came in all different smells and colours. It was just there. Like us, just here, pondering, or too busy surviving to notice or care.

Pursuing the Mastery of Words

Build up your knowledge so that your words will be informed.

Order your thoughts so that your words will be logical.

Nurture your spirit so that your words will be true, kind and wise

The World may little note, nor long remember what you say here.

And yet it may.

For words, once released take on a life of their own.

And find lodging in the places and hearts you may never know

After many days those words may return to haunt you.

Or to bless you.

Think carefully before you let them go.


Abraham Lincoln

Back in the days when the U.S presidents actually had brains:-D


A Beach in Thailand, at peace forever hopefully

Unpredictable contradictions

Between the crust’s frictions

Instantly jerks, slips, slides

Vivid eruption of time and tides

Caustic upon life’s shores

After stresses want no more

On land or ocean’s floor

Mother’s power is gigantic

Her consequences Titanic

Causing Tsunami waves slick

Shudders, erupts, quick

Brick upon tumbling brick

Or fatal blow, stab and kick

Indiscriminately killing

Rich and poor alike,

The sick and healthy

Our world’s stresses

Feed, relentless, staying wealthy

Light forks 2

The night alights wi thunderous frights.

The arteries ae the heavens show thursels.

Ma heid felt heavy before the whips ae hell announced,

like two fleets ae super-tankers colliding;

thur collective contents ae summers heat, sweat ‘beads

fell in cacophonous applause on the bouquet ae warm tarmac.

Gulls laughed at I, mental bammer guy who wi a screen strained eye

couldnae miss bein eye-witness ti a rare midsummer storm hiss.

Head drifted an gawped above, whilst feet strolled, happy, quicker, stourrie;

then stopped.

Eyes watched, mortality questioned, but stood bold.

Waitin and watchin an darin itself,

to come oot  frae underneath that railway bridge,

and stand back oot in the Wester Hailes car park.

At that rate ae spate, a thought a’d huv ti wait,

fir the RNLI, or, at least until a saw that bhoy wi the ark!

So take heed, coz ye’ll be potted mead

if ye get hit wi one ae natures mega sparks

Hello all and thanks for the new wave of follows and comments for my fripperies these last weeks. I really didn’t think anyone gave a flying… but it’s good to have a few people add me and I appreciate it. I have to say the Gravatar has been doing my head in to reply and follow others as I only come through to that and then it takes me nowhere in some cases so I will get up on it and work it out…or do others have the same problem?

This week saw me give stand up a try all for 5 mins and the audience cheered – both of them…ok, so maybe something close to 50 or more and it was exhilarating and adrenalin packed as are all open mic sessions …for some of us.  My jokes became a bit wooden so I used a computer poem I wrote a long time back with a quick revision today. Since my last piece went down well here I give you a polite and English translation of Image:

Dregs To Megs


The day is done

The clock chimes one

I touch-type my keyboard without fret

A marriage made in heaven

From the day we first met

Although it wasn’t always this much fun

Especially that daft keyboard on the Sinclair ZX81

Or the annoying monotony

Fast forward, stop, rewind, stop, play

Of audio cassette data entry,


Today I have: Gigabytes, Terabytes, Jpegs, Mpegs

I remember the arrival of the 16Kb RAM pack

Had me wetting my kegs

Back in those early eighties days

When you could fill your TV screen with

20 goto 10, 10 Run “Teacher’s a plonker!”

“You boy?…yet again… Detention!”

“Och aye! Thanks sir!”

Was my calculated ploy

Just to be the best boy

With logic and binary.

Those extra hours, gave me

Computer refinery

About our planet´s counting machines


From the abacus, over five millennium

To Napier´s logarithms and Bones

To the genial mechanics of Charles Babbage

(That in his lifetime, were never born)

Then, onto rooms full of glass valves

The brains of code breaking ENIAC

Made World War´s Enigma, easier to solve


Later came transistors to lighten the load


Platform Willie would have lusted after Lara Croft

His pokey one AND/OR’D into her zero muff

Even today’s speeds allow us to interact with them

In the loaded hydraulics of virtual buff!

But exercise a wee bit caution,

Coz social media rues this day

You’ve become the target audience of I.C fates,

The blogger revolutionaries within the anti I.T states,

And all those charming Trolls and phishers of I.D fakes

The myriad of strangers, so charming, superfit, suave and cool,

The reality is psycho, obese, raving fools

Don’t be afraid, keep your distance and keep your cool

Use your firewall and your own internetegrity rule

And be careful of your future at that screen near you!


ImageTo get your ticket to write
For the write line highway
Just open your soul,
Relieve your woes,
Word for word, all will flow
Most writers I know, still receive a giro
No PC, but they just use biro
They opinionate, make fun of the state
(Which does a good job on itself anyway)
Fun write lines can go a long way
Either open your heart or go insane
Poems or prose will give you gain.
It’s a fantastic way to work your brain
It’s a breeze, there’s no such thing as block
If there is? Then get out for a walk
Sunsets, moon, stars and clouds
Bustling streets with rush hour crowds
Take to the country roads or clubland beats
Perhaps you prefer the hills of peat
The sweet songs of the birds
Or the wind and the rains gurgling splurge?
A dram of malt, or a pint of gin
Gives a few the needs to pick up a pen
Or have a cup of tea with herbs
For inspiring ´chilled out´ verbs
Whatever your poison
To observe, sniff, touch, listen
Words can break you out of any
Prozac, depressive, self-scarring prison
It might not even be that scary
A hobby, time killer, or verse for a new baby
When your heart becomes ignited
Never be short sighted
Write for you alone about what
You have or haven’t been through
You’ll soon discover, that the harder you work
The more your audience will smirk
Laugh, grimace, cry, sometimes repeat
And more chance of print is what you’ll meet
So cruise the write-line highway
In your own missives truck
Free your inner and let it ROCK!
And a gigantic good luck, if with your words,
You’re game enough to try and earn a buck.

Write Line is an inspirational anthem I wrote for writers like myself who go through at least a few of the things mentioned in this piece.


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