Art and poetry blog with oil paintings, drawing and short childlike rhymes.Also an artist theory on the physics of ‘time’ as a physical process!
Friday, 27 June 2008
For it would be to defend a lie
Sunday, 22 June 2008
The race has run, there is joy in the setting sun.
Thursday, 19 June 2008
In the shadow of Picasso
Tuesday, 17 June 2008
Is there a never-ending book
Saturday, 14 June 2008
To try and understand the poverty of Man
The poverty of Man
I had to only look twice
At the Birds of Paradise
Through suffering and strife
They found beauty in life
Through hope of salvation
We found mass starvation
They live on every breath
As we fight to the death
Through stupidity and fear
We built a living tear
They found diversity
Out of adversity
A beautiful solution
Formed out of evolution
We bind humanity
Through blind equality
And build a golden hearse,
They build Heaven on Earth
For they evolve with nature
We revolve in pleasure
As we try to kick a ball
Wednesday, 11 June 2008
Is the epitome of joy?
Is the epitome of joy?
The love between dog and boy
When dog and boy would run as one.
In such beauty of love to be
For was there an invisible paw?
That for ten thousand years or more!
Has been fed by the hand of man
And led to something greater than
The wolf that stood upon the land,
For did it help to shape the lamb
Out of love and a little joy
Sunday, 8 June 2008
What would Socrates have said?
What would Socrates have said
If he could look inside are heads
To look upon the human mind
That creates the world we find
To see the ruins of Greece
Through the tears of unbelief
To see what we have done
To this land under the Sun
To see us on the cosmic shore
And not venture out to explore
But just look with such contempt
At such natural beauties sent
To destroy this sacred Earth
That gave us life through birth
To declare war on nature's law
By far the greatest sin of all
For when we split the atom
No one really knows what happens
Do we kill life that's never been?
Maybe universes unseen
To pull down the wise and true
To build upon a lie, the new
Not to recognize the innate
Until it was far to late
To destroy the living flame
And disappear from where we came
Dissolving into fear and pain
Never to be seen again.
Thursday, 5 June 2008
The early riser
Wednesday, 4 June 2008
There was a time the Dodo flew
There was a time the Dodo flew
Upon the sky's of golden blue
Until he found an island true
That no one else had ever knew
But then he sat upon the ground
And found no harm would come around
Then evolution stole his wings
So he just sat and tried to sing
He grew fat and fearlessly bold
For a bird with feathers of gold
Now the Dodos, gone forever
No more golden songs or feathers
Could such a thing happen to us?
Just disappear through fear and lust
Will we become pygmies again?
If we never stand up as men.