New World Paintings

Rotating, rotating Supplying, supplying, The world With puzzle, engines, A Universe, a Beginning An End, Rotating Destruction Burning rubber Without social incident

In our own engineered shed of wooden hope,  grotesquely we sailed like we already knew, That earth was gone for good and that animals and humans too, We arose from the ocean the day before Friday,  and took with us our memory of such things, but also of Land itself and the different colours of light, And we stood forever on the sea, lost  That man, after our hibernation, might have made a harmless society, Our own reminiscence seemed to take hold, Bold our divine idea, really, for Soon its turned to shreds, For we have come to a place that is Neither that nor before a place that has simple this and that and a blanketed face But we want to live again, so that is More than worth our case Maybe we have watched too many movies from the Time Before It all Happened It is our fault, the deniers, the escapists, albeit the survivors too

They have all done the steps of the rail, Except for the ladies of the dock and the shipmaster and the fish that just swoops, No one ever swims at this time of year, or any other time, Time is just getting its feet back, It is teeming in the dark alley ways, And near the country side, which is in  a strange green, The new people are large in step and posture, and are braver than the last, But will not know of the Real, They like walking in a medieval city, There are still trees and river outside, The gate is closing, the day is nearing, And the great fish swoops past the harbour island entrance where they all used to live

Oh! There is Light!, or if  it is something else - Be it something else for our sakes, oh dear hope! The Grecian columns and stairs and The feeling of an Isle; Picking me right up. The green caves and vegetable gardens: They are stored and categorized so well So well now our city' s roofs can Grow and; Cascading inside us all will be that something else from nature, from our hidden universe: To save us back to the surface and to the latter:  Forever we shall Seek the  hidden sky of blue trees and yellow light once more.

Standing tall outside among them too, These are my trees They have likened to me since I was a boy They can call the score of any of my games They know all my favourite hitters and pitchers As I wind up They whisper the count, Now the game is in the late stages One minute they are calm, still, The next they roar, with a likeness of a crowd And they build pressure too For when the game is really Hard and I want to Win For real They clamour to get back And dinner will be ready, So I wave up at them, like I am some famous fielder, and sign off They are my technology, link to sanity

Silent,  Distant, Heavy,  The Patched Grass and Blue sky Highlight a Journey Is it still here? A Point In the Parchedness? Come here, and swim, and enter into the Water     To See the Hose No More

The Clouds are now open Anything can happen The plain along the city Is taking over, it is long, wide and fat Thank Goodness it is Fat

I have started to use GIMP as  an application for editing and sorting through pictures that I have downloaded from my iPhone.  There are lots of different creative options here that I feel at least that I must try out. The trouble with this is that Habits can easily Come about and enter into your Pysche.  Habits are not Hobbits! SO ... Creatives Rejoice, there is a free way to fine tune your artistic creations- GIMP!  GIMP.org