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Natures beautiful gifts.

Natures beautiful gifts.

Those of little faith.

Natures abstract art.

Natures abstract art.

For those with faith and true sincerity,

That do good and noble deeds for charity.

Whose kindness, caring and compassion

are distributed in a generous fashion.

My words are not meant to offend.

I would rather have you as a friend.

As you are honest and do not tell lies.

I must also be honest not to be despised.

The shapes of nature.

The shapes of nature.

 You may think my words untrue;

I leave the judgement up to you.

I don’t believe in a God made to look like me.

That bribes us with promises of eternity.

So I am barred from heaven for this alone.

By an Almighty God that makes it known.

He is jealous and revengeful as well,

sending non-believers off to hell.

Man tries his hand,

Man tries his hand,

Threatening our kids will suffer too,

for the misdeeds that we do.

I don’t want to go to a boring heaven.

Where there’s peace and quiet 24/7

Those that do believe I implore,

don’t wreck my world with your holy war.

This is the only heaven I know,

there is no other place for me to go.

Wonders abound.

Wonders abound.

Don’t argue about things beyond your understanding.

To be good you don’t need commanding.

Enjoy a simple life, free from arguments and strife.

Appreciate the gifts in the here and now.

That is the only present anyhow.

Trees show wounds..

Trees show wounds..

To look after the gifts take conscious care.

No greed or hate, we must love and share.

I do not care what God you chose.

I am not walking in your shoes.

If I were standing were you stand.

I would more likely understand.

No one is evil in my learning book.

It is only the wrong path they took,

The shadow of the leaves.

The shadow of the leaves.

Jews, Christians, Muslims as well.

Their family feud makes life a hell.

They make up stories to understand,

What is beyond the intellect of man.

Sculptured by Mother Nature.

Sculptured by Mother Nature.

 Hebrew then Greeks and revised many times. Who knows The Bibles original lines.

The Koran is written in Arabic.

Translating it for me is quite a trick.

Why argue and fight who is wrong and who is right.

The supreme God made one command, everyone should understand.

This is Gods will, thou shall not kill.

Trees bleed too.

Trees bleed too.

 

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Holding hands in paradise.

Holding hands in paradise.

Wake up call.

Wisdom mixed with folklore.

Wisdom mixed with folklore.

The wisdom of the sages
has been passed down through the ages.
Still we do not know,
Love is the way to go.

Rainbows must have been a real puzzle.

Rainbows must have been a real puzzle.

Man could not explain,
the sunshine and the rain.
Only Gods could know,
so they were made to show.

I would rather marching girls.

I would rather marching girls.

The perplexing mystery of all creation,
Was solved by gods from every nation.
Then the arguments began,
who had the correct plan.

Is this the right foot.

Is this the right foot.

To keep control it would seem,
One God must be made supreme.
His foot prints in the sands of time,
still appear to many as sublime.

An awesome example of nature.

An awesome example of nature.

Mother Nature still exists,
though patriarchal Gods persist.
The puzzle still remains today,
Can science now show the way?

A digital camera, computer and Photoshop technology.

A digital camera, computer and Photoshop technology.

Or will technology be used to fight,
to see who’s God is in the right.
All the good we have today
Could just be thrown away.

Do not waste the free gifts of Mother Nature.

Do not waste the free gifts of Mother Nature.

Appreciation, love and trust,
in today’s world is a must.
Ignorance, greed, fear and hate,
Mother Nature will not tolerate.

You can copy my photo, the real thing cannot be replaced.

You can copy my photo, the real thing cannot be replaced.

Mother Nature is eternally sublime.
Man is mortal and will pass on in time.
A grain of sand or the starry sky,
it will not matter as time passes by.

How many grains of sand or stars in the sky.

How many grains of sand or stars in the sky.

All the blood sweat and tears,
all our stupid arguments and fears.
Why waste our time on pie in the sky?
When it is only a few years before we die.

Another example of Mother Natures, sun rise, sun set are constant reminders.

Another example of Mother Natures, sun rise, sun set are constant reminders.

Do not cry, we never die, we only change.
Atoms do not perish they only rearrange.
We may turn into dust mites floating on the morning breeze,
or into song birds singing in the tall green trees.

In a tree or warbling on my windowsill.

In a tree or warbling on my windowsill.

Let us prepare here today,
to live our life in a better way.
Caring and sharing in peace and calm.
Wake up! these words are your clock alarm.

Technology can be used in better way, I have fun  doing my best.

Technology can be used in better way, I have fun doing my best.

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Parliament House from The Canberra War Memorial Museum.

Parliament House from The Canberra War Memorial Museum.

A Bad Day in Paradise.

Steps to the War Museum.

Steps to the War Museum.

 Please don’t read this if you are gentle a Jew, a kind Christian or a meek Muslim. Not because I fear the Jihad it is because there are a lot of kind believers and I would not want to upset them or burst their bubble.

the memorial section of the museum.

the memorial section of the museum.

 This post is for me, to get it off my chest so to speak. I am upset with our politicians. Tony Abbott our Prime Minister has us gun-runners to the Kurds. John Howard got us involved in the mess in Iraq about twelve years ago and it has been festering ever since. It will do no good, there has been bloody religious wars for ages, they never learn.

Names of the dead  line both sides above the pool.

Names of the dead line both sides above the pool.

 The Abrahamic God had no wife. He was playing by himself with himself when he made man, in his own image, out of mud and he has been playing war games with us ever since. Is this an ego trip he is having or did man with his big ego make God in his likeness?

The Unknown Soldier.

The Unknown Soldier.

Without fur or feathers man has to fight to survive, to cloth himself in a harsh environment. Without the eyes of an eagle or cat, nose of a dog or the superior senses of other animals. Using his mind he has invented the equivalent abilities, man now thinks himself a God.

Red paper poppies by the names of recent dear.

Red paper poppies and the names of recent dead.

 There is something inexpressible beyond man’s comprehension keeping everything in the cosmos in equilibrium, that man is upsetting with his Abrahamic godlike attitude. Regardless of mortal man it will restore itself. It is eternal and has all the time and patience to outlast man.

Right and wrong.

Right and wrong.

This world is good, but man wants more. God has heaven this is supposed to be perfect, something for man to look forward to, if he is invited.

Peace is what in wanted.

Peace is what is wanted.

If man obeys, for this god tells us he is a vengeful god. 20: 2-6 (esv)

Another mistake, will they never learn.

Another mistake, will they never learn.

Apparently god was not all knowing when he created the earth or he would not have put that tree in the garden and commanded Adam and Eve not to eat the fruit. Or maybe he was all-knowing and realised all good stories need drama. The Bible is a great story with plenty of drama, sex and violence. May be he thought the plot needed a bit of nudity and fig leaves would add to the curiosity.

Thanks for risking your life.

Thanks for risking your life.

Google could not say how many bibles have been printed or how many revisions and new additions have been printed. But it must have been a Google. How many times has it been revised? It is definitely one remarkable book dreamt up by God and edited by man.

Vietnam should  taught us better how to look after our garden.

Vietnam should have taught us better how to look after our garden.

People with righteous intentions arguing, protesting, supplying weapons and fighting wars will never find peace. Peace is found only in loving kindness. Without asking the people politicians take violent action.

They are not having a picnic.

They are not having a picnic.

Are they only puppets, having their strings pulled by the manufactures of weapons of mass destruction? Blow it up, then rebuild it, keeps the wheels of commerce rolling.  Politicians should spend taxes in better ways than running guns.

Do the children visiting here realise.

Do the children visiting here realise.

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This is how I remember it.

This is how I remember it.

Memories of spilt coffee.

Those were the days my friend, we thought they would never end.

Those were the days my friend, we thought they would never end.

It is no good crying over spilt coffee on a white tablecloth. It is bad enough staining the table-cloth without letting it spoil your day. Why worry if you can do something to fix it, there is no problem. If it cannot be fixed worry does no good. This is what you can do about the spilt coffee on the table-cloth; ASAP soak the table-cloth in cold water. Clinging to and fretting over little mishaps is a waste of time. Digging up past memories of misfortune is like exhuming a decomposing corpse; they are better left to rest in peace. Or as the case could be, rest in broken pieces. Nothing lasts forever all is subject to change both the good and the bad.  It is best not to completely forget those misadventures, just do not dwell on them. By not fully forgetting in the future you will spill less coffee.

Let us not forget.

Let us not forget.

I wonder who is kissing her now; I wonder who’s looking into her eyes, telling her lies, breathing sighs. There are those bitter-sweet memories. Let us not get too sentimental or maudlin, that was then, this is now.  By now she is way past those kinds of kisses and has far too many wrinkles to be taken in by blarney. I have never lied; though, I may have handled the truth a little carelessly and that is what spills coffee.

That what how it was, it has all changed.

That’s how it was, it has all changed.

That was yesterday’s bad news. This is the stop-press news, today’s news, and it is all good news. The good news you have been patiently waiting for. It does not matter what the headlines are, it is all good news, if we can accept work as a challenge, or a lesson, or a labour of love. AS when we are good to others we plant a seeds that will feed us in the future. To foster good fortune plant plenty of good seed and care for them with love. The love that does not leaves you wondering who is kissing her now, but the love that is only concerned about her welfare and happiness. Selfless love asks for nothing in return or it becomes a commercial deal.

Forget your age dance with the children.

Forget your age dance with the children.

 The PC or iPad are far better than TV, you have more interaction with them. Although they can also be miss used or over used. These are useful things to remember along with the good times. File the other negative memories in a folder with an obscure name so they are difficult to recall. Computer nerds will understand this. Other people who are occupied with something active and invigorating will have the heart pumping, the blood flowing and have no time for remorse. You can work off a lot of tension when you are engaged in physical activity.

Words in a frame, were they ever spoken?

Words in a frame, were they ever spoken?

Actions are more effective than words. You can read a recipe-book full of culinary delights and remain hungry. It is the action when we bite into the food savouring the texture, tasting  and chewing it thoroughly extracting all essence, before letting it slip down the strawberry lane, that our hunger is appeased. It is no good giving words to the starving, or kind thoughts, even prays are useless.

Do all those TV ads satisfy our hunger, all they do is make us want more and feed our greed?

 Our world is being hijacked, taken over by commercialism and our mindless inactivity is letting it happen. Open your eyes and open a book and read for a change. You may like to read “Fast Food Nation.” By Eric Schlosser. It spills more than coffee, it spills the beans.

To be always wanting is to be never satisfied.

To be always wanting is to be never satisfied.

Why were they the ‘good old days,’ when I could piss over the moon, (no prostrate problems) no TV, no financial worries? Most of us have fond memories of our childhood activity, think of the simple pleasures we had. Today children are being taken over by TV and molested by advertising. No need to completely give up the things we enjoy just be aware of what is beneficial. By mindlessly sitting and letting big corporate business dictate to us what we must have, makes people want what they don’t needed. You will not spill coffee if, you break the habit, drink a glass of clear water, to flush your system. The caffeine is just waste your system has to expel.

In fear of our fellow man we bread fear in our neighbours.

In fear of our fellow-man we breed fear in our neighbours.

Bad memories can be compensated by a bad memory. Memories are history and the winners record the history and the losers are left with regrets. When history is honestly looked at, were they discoverers or invaders, were they settlers or squatters; are they freedom fighters or vicious, greedy, guerrillas? They were the enemy, why are they now our friends?

If you want to see it from their point of view you have to change your position to see their view-point.

To stand in their position you will have a different perspective or your picture will be distorted. Was it necessary all the carnage, or was it only to promote business, producing bombs to blow up and destroy to create work to rebuild? We must remember, at the end of the day, at the going down of the sun, lest we forget and spill more coffee.

Love to see the beauty of a sunrise but for some it has set.

Love to see the beauty of a sunrise but for some it has set.

 

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Drawn in the sixties, high on loco weed.

I was high on the smoke from the buds of the cannabis plant, when I sketched this.

That was the in thing in the sixties, light up, tune in and drop out.

It was a wonderful time, except for Vietnam, bad trips, people freaking out and some over dosing on the heavy drugs.

We tend to remember the wonderful part, like extravagant, over the top designed cars, we saw no end to earths gifts. 

The music “The Games People play”, “San Francisco” be sure to wear a flower in your hair, we were lucky living in a land of plenty.

The peace movement , “Blowing in the Wind”. We were becoming aware of conservation and the rights of women.

I started to grow up, the bubble had burst, I learned all is subject to change.

Till the mid sixties I did not realise that nature was a delicate balance and not mine to exploit.

Over the top.

 All the jumping up and down about the Vietnam war was futile, like Iraq and the weapons of mass destruction,

They were words of mass seduction. Who makes money on war? The ones who produce the weapons and then rebuild the ruins.

To support either party is wrong as both sides are but a reflection of one reality. The true enemies are not people but ideology,

greed, hatred and ignorance. 

I done a lot of miles in one of these.

 

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