Knock three times

And as the sun broke though the storm, he turned to the sky, his wings folded gently across his back and the tears that ran across his blood stained cheek fell into the dust. And where they landed small blue flowers started to rise from the dry earth. The clouds seemed heavy as the rain started to fall on his back, and he dropped to his knees, the spear he carried fell from his hand's, his hair across his face.

The rain swept the life from the wounds of the fallen, the ash floated on the rivulets of water that had started to flow.And the lightening lit the sky liked a forked tongue the words lost on the winds. He laid down taking a breath of the cold morning air,it ran down inside him like water from a mountain stream. And he felt a smile on his face, a small relief from the battle that had raged around him for so long.

As he lay there he could feel the earth calling him, it was time to return and feel the warmth of his mothers arms, she was reaching out a hand of pale white, a glow of green filled the air around it. "Come home now, its over" she said, her voice like the sound of music felt in the heart more then the head.He knew it was time and he closed his eyes. the picture of her smiling face entered the dark of his mind and he knew it would be alright.

The earth crept up around him, like the fingers of a thousand souls, brothers and sisters to carry him home, but he knew it would not be long before the call came for him to wake again. The sleep was always short and his light would again shine in the darkness, there was always someone left to find.

And as he feel asleep he uttered these words for the world to hear.

I shall return to thee, when you need me most, just knock three times.

And the clouds started to part as the sun warmed the land, and the flowers turned to face the sky.

Too short for a title

What do you mean poetry is about ryhming , the timing of the words firing from the mind, never minding the feelings or findings.

LOST ZOMBIES

Cant talk zombies attacking, going into the grid..
www.lostzombies.com
there everywhere.

More Then The Open Sky

"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.

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

Off With The birds

keep it under 140 or your head might explode.
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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..

Attack of the empty space.

Today i was attacked by an empty space. its large gaping mouth reached up and dragged me under.
I get the feeling its been following me for a whlie now, it knows my every move. I have a sense that it knows me too well. dam that empty space and its all seeing eye.maybe its related to the one eyed purple people eater, i can see them now , the empty space and the one eyed monster swapping recipes over a game of chess, but we are not all prawns in this great game of life.
So where was i... ahh yes , i was getting attacked by an empty space..but having employed all my magic monkey ninja skills a plan was forming, now all i needed was some sort of distraction..as luck would have it, a witty humour ran by.. thank the god's for witty humors, ( and their cousions, "Dry sarcasim" , which are not related to funny puns.. ) so having run off on a tangent i was sure that the witty humor was busy keeping the empty space interested. This gave me time to to find a new place to hide while i licked my wounds. i had just setteled down in the dark of a recess of my mind, when low and behold, but who should happen by, me old mate "silly grin"
"Hows life treating you Silly ?" i called out. he just turned and smiled. He never was one for talking.But thats ok, we sat down and after a good shot of paranoid delusions we cleaned up the mess and chased innuendo's around the sands of time well past the setting of the sun.
Now if i can just find one of those swarms of ideas i heard about, looks like im taking a journey to the top of the world, now was that left through the gates of hell, or right up the stairs to heaven..
Oh and dont forget to take a "chance" or a dream, it might just save a lonley heart
(which isnt really true, lonely hearts actually prefer to spend there time roaming around the mole hills in packs, not climbing mountains by themselves..)
so untill i return from this next great quest,, look up, you never know when love is going to strike you, and it can really hurt if it gets a chance to sneak up and bite you on the ass when your not looking. But thats what happens when you love the places where the wild things are.

Sailing Into the Dawn

Time brings things we arnt expecting, the winds of change fill the sails of our minds and once again the seas become the playground of the soul, too busy flying though the spray and the salt to notice the blisters on your hands from all the hard work, the smile on your face stretchs from ear to ear, as you reign the sheets in tighter and turn into the wind to face the monsters that fight to drag you beneath the waves , like heros of old, you will survive... just make sure to bring your sword.

Supervillain V's Superhero

My son showed me this little site that gives you your rating as a superhero or villain with the percent your most likley to be for each one. just answer a few questions to let it know what your like and press done.
you can take the hero quiz here-http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/
and the villain test here-http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain/

PYROMANIA

My latest quick tiled wallpaper is a burning match in a cartoon stencilled finish.
This was a quick 5 min drawing with the gimp.
just click the image to view it and right click and save to set as a repeating pattern in windows .

DEATH PLANET PROOF OF TERROR

Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino have released two movies under the banner of " the grindhouse" with all out thrills spills and kills...DEATH PROOF and PLANET TERROR. Check out the extended versions out now on dvd and watch the tralier to get the idea.

SEVERAL SYSTEMS ARE ONLINE

Heres an animated image i did for my my space account it is just some eye candy to dress up the page using the gimp i was able to create this as a gif file with no extra software.

I WANT TO SUCK YOUR BLOOD

Heres a quick gothic stlyed background I did today that i thought i would share with you out there, i used this background without the text as a myspace profile backdrop as well.
To do this you need to use a third party image hosting servive and add some code to your profile

NOW JUST FOR A LAUGH

This is a comedy version of a ping pong game, well worth watching if you havent see the "matrix ping pong" before, There's not much more to be said about this one, you just have to watch it to see.

RUNNING WITH THE HOUND

A short poem I wrote last night that i thought i would share with you.
Sometimes i find i get so caught up in the momment, i forget what the moment was.
So heres my take on that...

RUNNING WITH THE HOUND

Through thickest fog of mind has my body passed.
The scars of deadly life weighs on a mans soul,
never to be unweighted from his heart.
A mans fury leaves scars upon the land,
like man before and ever after,bother, son and father.

Rapid thoughts lost amoungst gutters of silent rain.
Three words down not found the ones we lost between.
The paper and the pen again.New words gone like cuttings to the floor,
Like the eagle, craving flight his wings make twisted scrolls of air
as his eyes watch the ground fade in to that thick fog once more.

words from songs and scenes fill my mind as time unfolds,
like old rope undone from end to end.it starts again
That unveild thread of fated thin, burnt beyond the hands of men
smoke rises like fired breath, a rested breeze of spoken word.
story's untold before flames consume the melted hand of fate.
the beginning is to late,to find the dreams of broken wings.

hidden crops of fertile thoughts cross between.
unseen bands of hidden light forced to hide,
Amoungst the darkest nights of horror red.
Bred from horses dark, running from the madness of my mind.
Faster then four feet should ever flee, the dogs of black come round the bend

Hound the heals of mental men like ghosts of human fear, then gone they dissapear.
never seen again by foe or friend,the thoughts of hell .
rising like the damp of blackest waters deep from seeping wounds of human kind.
time to rest my friend for the demons shall never return.

MY CUTE PUPPY

Heres my new puppy, a male kelpie called "Hades" which means the unseen one.
Here he is asleep nd only a few weeks old, well now he is about 4 months and weighs a nice 14.5kg.
Ill keep you posted on his progress.

LIVING IN THE SEVENTIES

With the last video i posted a link to being some more recent Australian music I thought i would take a more nostalgic journey with a link to a skyhooks track.
Unfortunately the lead singer passed away.So enjoy all we have left, memories...
Hope you enjoy this song as much as i enjoyed growing up in he seventies

ACID RUST - abstract

This is an image i created with the gimp, a free open source plugin based drawing program that can handle most things you want to throw at it. as the source is linux based , it can be a bit unstable under windows so save often and you will be fine.
go HERE for the download