Tuesday, March 24, 2009

More Then The Open Sky


Friends found lost in word
heard in lines of tiny length
the new idea is greater then the width of words.
Angels heaven sent, wings across the open sky
Their voices soft and wise, opened my eyes to the gift of life and love
Men with wise words, jewels from the gods above yet ask for no reward
Except the same in kind word. spoken
Lifes path may be sharp on the razors edge.
But with out a dare and dream, the world swings past us never seen.
Famous men, the demi gods of social skill hide amoungst the rest of us.
So take your wings and touch the sky, there may be clouds, but the suns always shining when you get above them...

The Earth see's all

Thanks to everyone ive met so far
My hand goes out to you. As much as i hope these kind words do.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Latest From My science side,The Coffee Cup RamJet Engine

early twin chamber design

Well we have been building new ram jet concentrators to be used behind a pulse jet to increase the thrust. At the moment we are in full swing researching exhaust vent designs and working out where to get stainless steel plumb bob levels to use as inlet port compressor spikes. The jet in the video is a two chambered design, basicly two ram jets together, this allows for a better fuel burn , which is evident in the shorter plume length, the tempratures we are reaching are eating the welds out in a matter of 20-30 mins run time, so we are also looking into totally weld free design and other optins instead of the mig welder we are stuck with.

Remember kids, dont try this at home without some sort of insurance and safety gear. We already have had mick loose a bit of his beard today LOL dang thoose inlet port blow backs we keep getting.
Futre ideas brainstormed today include twin fuel inlets into the two combustion chambers and fire proof gloves..yes fingers may get burned playing with fire.

This is the result of todays tests, the weld is being eaten away
We tacked it back up and got the night videos before it failed

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Off With The birds

keep it under 140 or your head might explode.

Always Dream

Fields of thinking,folded onto nights of dreamy eyes
the hue of open mind revealed, conceal from view by twisted word.
Cryptic strings that flow in line of inky clue, running fast,
past our soul to fill the pits and wells of wanting thought
Gently caught the words return,as hearts and minds meld and mingle true

Past, future, present reached, a point of single spun,
unclouded frames of thought reaching in to touch.
The hand of fated fire burns the field of empty view,
holding fast to narrow shafts of angry thought,
piercing holes in nets of grand design, falling past, the last door home
time reversed we start again, an empty heart with which to stain.

Poetry of Quantum physic's - 101 mind music

Race the beginning far from times end,
a ripple of tunneled holes, woven into view,
strings of coloured sound escape few and far between
as dark and weighted holes in space, unseen
leave marks across the grainy plates of time and space.
holograms,the sand of mind of godly signs left to find.
Intertwined amoungst the clouds of spin out and in ,
taking chance to mean, choices never seen ,
real and true none the less. outside space the rest remains ,
banged apart by fists unseen, across twisted land, flat from back to front.
shunted past the field of vision seen, zeros , ones, almost seen,
Electron eyes of mortal men , focused view , caverns of magnetic skew
Two streams of water halved ,smash past strange and changed,
debris falls faster , trails left for all to see..