Flamingos & Hedgehogs

Creatures entertain me when I am ill

 

 

 

 

Lion

 

Sometimes rain can make me productive

 

 

Drawn for my brother Adrian

Heisenberg

 

A quick one on a rainy day

A Potential Prayer in Poetic Prose

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.

A Journey of Pencil Drawings

'A Clockwork Orange'.

Cover of 'A Clockwork Orange'

 

   

A Tree

A Tortoise

A Cat

An Alien

Ok. 

A Lady in a Hat

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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!

Sacred Geometry : Experimentation

Sacred Geometry : Take 1

I discovered Sacred Geometry on a YouTube video.  I was completely obsessed by it and started playing around with the concept.  Here are some samples from my first day as a Sacred Geometrist!

My Favourite Tree : Experiment

My Favourite Tree

My favourite tree in the park. 

Poetry for Non-Humans

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

The Drug-Eaters Cover Prototype

Snail

What For?

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

Tell me

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