What the people want?

The people don't want faeces
the people want shit.
When it comes to what the people read,
that's the crux of it.

The Sun belittled
the Daily Mail shunned
But shit is what the people want
yet the Guardian readers are stunned.

The language of communication

If facts don't work then
it's how we explain them.
Our thoughts as ideas
  in an open sphere.

The driver of a tram
in the pub with a dram
Tells me, "you've explained that
  well to a working man."

I told him of algae
with enthusiasm.

Art, Nature and Biology

The beauty in nature can be explained
by physics, chemistry, biology, maths.
It can only be truly described
Through art;
   The stroke of fine horse's hair
   or a sharpened feather
   fine and fair.

And whether intrinsic or learned
the artist's guile is guided by maths.
A shrewd eye shapes and forms a scene
as a lucid mind equates.
  The stroke of fine horse's hair
   or a sharpened feather
   fine and fair.

The mist descends

As mist descends on Syria,

The mist descends around.

From London town the lies abound,

Through foggy tales, a mist descends.

The mist evaporates slowly,

The mist diffuses sound.

From London town the rockets drown

The cries from history's futile dissent.

As mist descends on Syria,

The mist descends around.

The mist descends on times gone by,

Through mist our hindsight rarely found.

When you look at the stars

When you look at the stars
What do you see?
I see plates of algae.

And like sun splashes,
Bright green flashes.
The flagella dance
To the calcium beat,
While the optics flare
In the laser’s refracted rays.

Away from the lens,
My eyes still filled
With algae as stars
As I step into the night;
I look up into the midst
Of a seafoam twilight.

My tiny green stars
Still glowing bright.