The run aournd

Some place where the sun is but a yellow ball in the sky

And no sound echoes in the rivers of night

Animals walk without fear in their heart,

shades of colors feast for the eyes

When those who stare can only see the run around

Places as far and wide as the universe spins

to edges of the mind where only the children can sing

Far into the land of mist they travel

in a water basket of musty old bagles

Where those who care only find the run around

In a gentle grasp of a wave gone wrong

the chalice of gold is now lost yet found

nothing good from darkness can come

but still it is near ever to be bound

And those who can feel find the run around

Note: A little poem that came from nowhere, settled in my mind and left to be here…


The strange ways of things, an update of sorts

I haven’t had too much time to write lately and as someone who isn’t a professional writer it is always a pain when one can’t write. Simply put it is because the only way a person who wants to write can improve, is by writing. So if you don’t have time to write you can’t improve or publish anything on this blog of mine. So what I thought I would do was to write a little opinion piece on water.

So next to it being the single most important ingredient for our survival (we are mostly water after all), did you know that water is never really water?

Ok tricky I know, if water isn’t water what the hell is it?

I’ll clarify, water is considered to be H2O so two molecules of hydrogen and one of oxygen. However water is in a state of flux you should say. It is more accurate to say that it is 2*H2O and that is equal to one molecule of OH (one oxygen and one hydrogen) and H3O (three hydrogen and one oxygen). This balance is what gives rise to an alkali or an acidic solution. The so called pH is a scale we use to measure the H3O content. So water as it is, is never just water it is almost like it is two separate bit intrinsic solutions that play with one another for dominance. Anything you add to the water will affect it and anything that affects it will likely change the delicate balance.

When is water actually water?

Well never, water is notoriously difficult to isolate or purify to only H2O without anything else in it. And even if you manage to get to H2O it will be split between H3O and OH so not the water that you know or learn about.

Water is in a way the most simple molecule but in actuality it is also a very strange one.

In the future maybe i’ll do some more nerdy posts about science or other things.


For those who missed my Halloween story here it is in all of its bloody gore

Dreams and landscapes

Blood was spilt. The once white room was now covered in dry coagulated blood, it was everywhere, leaving dark red traces making it look fake as if it wasn’t real but rather dried out paint. The bedroom and bathroom were both covered in it; it even reached parts of the ceiling.
Jack stared in shock at the dried out blood, it was mind blowing that one person could go to this length just to harm another. He, together with a forensic team, was looking at the strangest crime scene he had ever seen. Pieces most likely of human flesh were scattered through the bathroom, the body was cut into so many pieces it didn’t even resemble anything remotely human. The person who committed this atrocity had taken his time making sure every single piece of tissue was cut many times over. One thing was still missing however, bones. The tissue…

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Slow (30/03/2014)

Silence is stiffening for a flower that is screaming

Darkness is bright for a child that is blind

Yellow and Red and the colors of the dead

When ember and blood emerge from the flood


It is the wind that picks it up

Swirls like a question mark that lost its dot

In the end there is a robotic slave that lives

Where dreams are made and the your are free

Final retort

Fear of an answer

Is what keeps us guessing

Not demanding a question

After a history lesson

Life’s own mirror session


Rendering truth unknown

Eating a mouthful

To the future shown

Others have tried

Responses are gone

Today’s end is just a stone


20/03/2014 (final retort appears twice in this poem, once is the title…)

Red Flow

The bags are full the mystery untold

Lungs are whole but the wings reformed

Embers of light where shadows lie

Cries at night reach out to the sky


If life could unfold a truth told

Breaking a rule out of truth’s hold

In all of the paintings color revoked

Music flows in a story for the world


Stars shine in a canvas of fire

The edge of time reaches higher

Borrowed story in a heart of a liar

Never to change into a red flower



Circle of eight

While life passes before out eyes

We are stuck doing things we don’t want

Stars our destination, when we are locked

Forever in turmoil of our own omnipotence

The circle of eight moving on to a destination

Blinded forever for one’s own importance

Living and dying in a blink,

Dumping the fears in the sink.


Note: The circle of eight refers to a group of eight wizards, which are supposedly incredibly powerful.


With the sun its love awakens.

The setting rays leave it crumbled.

Endless love flourishes, when met together

Utter destruction when one is alone.

Within its beauty it keeps the secret of life.

One which some disregard and are left unturned.

Others share finding their souls home.

A circle that never stops with two sides,

That will always seek with the hope to find.