Tuesday, 11 September 2012
Friday, 13 April 2012
Do you know how spectacular you are? That you are equal to every tree, animal, stream, stone and star? That you are equal to me and I equal to you? To every peasant, banker, politician, teacher, child, queen and monk that ever was, is and will be? How does one look upon someone who is elated and someone who is deflated and say 'YES! We are equal!', when they themselves project that they are elated and deflated respectively?
Is it true what they tell me? Or is it my own imagination and creativity, running freely, that tried to make a world where I am the inbetween? Where I am normal? Neither elated nor deflated. Surely that means that I am trying to see myself as the perfect balance. Perfection itself or nothing at all.
If I could harness that creativity, I could ride into battle with my own eternity. An eternity where there is no elated and deflated as there is no up or down. There is no right and left. There is no right and wrong. Facing my own eternity would truly be facing myself.
Imagine riding into war on the battlefield of eternity, riding your own soul, harnessing it's power and fighting for the just cause that is your perception of self and finding that your enemy is your true self. In this eternity that has no laws be they biological or logical, physical or metaphysical. Your thoughtd meet your emotions. Your soul meets yourself.
In this eternity there is no good and evil, laws or logic. Where science cannot help you. Prayer cannot help you. You can face all the thoughts and voices in your head and finally you can see who you are.
Who will be the part of you that stands triumphant and is able to return to face the world? The world that put all of the thoughts and voices in your head that weren't yours in the first place. Return as your true self. The part of you that knows it is a part of the world, that has the ability to show someone else the way to discover their true selves.
One by one we can all help eachother find our true selves, enabling the world to discover and become it's true self. Balanced, pure and healthy. If that happens then we can embrace, not face, our eternity together, as one.
Friday, 6 April 2012
'A Clockwork Orange'.
|Cover of 'A Clockwork Orange'|
|A Lady in a Hat|
|A Crocodile - Freehand from my Imagination|
This took a few days to finish as I had to keep taking breaks so I didn't start rushing.
I think I might have to celebrate with a cup of tea!
Thursday, 5 April 2012
Monday, 19 March 2012
Poetry should teach all endangered animals how to text
And encourage all successful animals to give to charity
Poetry should teach elephants about yoga
And convince polar bears to try out sunbathing
Inspire badgers to wear waistcoats
And foxes to wear monicles
And let them meet up and go shooting on the weekend
Poetry should allow skunks to sleep in sock drawers
And birds to fly spaceships
Encourage whales to join opera houses
And invite racehorses to take up golf in retirement
Teach zebras what spots are
And dalmations about stripes
Make cheetahs play fair
And sloths to play chess
Encourage rabbits to listen properly
And hippos to cover their mouths
Tell donkeys the story of the cross
And let little frogs play hopscotch
Teach all birds to swim
And all fish to sing
And teach all ignorant human beings
The joy nature can bring
Monday, 12 March 2012
Friday, 17 February 2012
All of you look the same
No, not you
But those people
Clutching coffee in one hand
And my f**king, shaking soul in the other
More often than not their faces don't match their legs
Despite the fact that the entirety of their ensemble does
Faces of bottled sun bronze and legs of winter pale
Though the impeccable power suit looks intense as it rushes to nowhere
Is it all looks at what you do?
Are brains required at all?
I'll bet the electronic pulses in your brain are the most monotonous electronic pulses ever
For when I observe you all
Busying your lives away
Things don't feel right inside
I think on some level a bit of me dies
But with it comes a sense of pride
As I am really glad I am me
That's me I said not you
Oh but I do like that bag with those shoes
I really truly do