After Paradise
In the garden which I roam
full of trees and flowers grown
live a multitude of creatures
all unique with splendid features
rivers that twist and entwine
a web that changes over time
As my needs have changed
this garden must be rearranged
for trees I need the wood
rivers have a tendency to flood
all these creatures roaming free
eat the food that’s meant fo...
Monday 16th January 2017 4:53 pm
Existence
A single ray of light in eternal darkness
A flash in the endless abyss
So fast it ends in the instant of creation
containing all of time within
So bright and so absolute
for that instant it is
all there is, there was, there will ever be
this flash of light that is existence.
Thursday 17th November 2016 5:46 pm
The Art of Judo
Before I even begin to talk about judo I should define what art is or at least what it is to me. The dictionary defines art as “The conscious use of imagination in the production of objects intended to be contemplated or appreciated as beautiful, as an arrangement of forms, sounds or words.” To me art is simply expression, in whatever form it may take, dance, music, painting, sculpture or in this ...
Tuesday 18th October 2016 4:03 pm
Beyond The End
Beyond The End
When all of time’s forgotten
when every star’s gone out
energy at its most basic
dispersed in space and doubt
No order to the chaos
only entropy now grows
matter non existent
in an endless sea that flows
But when disorder is the order
entropy at its height
infinity IS infinite
out of darkness will be light
What came bef...
Tuesday 18th October 2016 1:15 pm
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