Thursday, February 17, 2011
Golden Oldies
Reminiscence (2008)
Round the plague securing trusses of worth
A kindle we'l share to spark at the hidden
You've been looking so far for a light already held
Reach past the fear and the necter will reveal
Perhaps all consciousness is unconscious?
is being in a state of memory
is memorising a state of being
a reminiscence of a time remembered
-sitting in the meadows colours, and with oh such brightness before our eyes
we'll see such innocence in this worlds demise
holding onto the strange and peculiar, yet letting go of pain and sorrow
curdling the effects of raptured states
you mock the bliss of eternalising pleasure....and
all the spice that might en-fright the stillness of the meadow
growing in the back-yard
of back-minds
supplying corrupt information to the tubing
travelling- expelling itself on your achromatic fractures
and when the bubbles collect to form a safe and trustworthy landing pad..
I become a memory- I spell it straight
I guide the future- a place for a place
and when i arrive- the varieties alter your day
alternating the sceptics lines of knowledge
never understanding alternative ways
can you formulate a wiser solution
than the computers intuitive pollution?
though it may enable my breath
whatever has disabled is for us to not forget
programs are programming heaven
riding jet skis to the sky
a tandem cruiser to get you high
what a bliss-ed day that was
incarnating every year 'round
streamers strung to serration
plucking every detail
the world may encompass your hearts freelanced chores
grading and curating a fate forever yours
you react in full defence
leaving all impression vulnerable
will a life of normality ever be tolerable?
I am a memory- I spell it straight
I am the future- a face for a face
.....a reminiscence
you can always trace
Hero Inc. (2006)
Contained by the force of her arms, an unspeakable power lies
given to man… one being
encompassing the globe of mere life
becoming from a mass of nothing/ non existence?
allowing the children to cry in pain and laughter
and the stiches that wearily hold land and sea together are forever questioned-
blatantly questioned throughout time
only the time of man
good and evil, we look upon, shun!
what great blunder has let us collapse?
If man does fall, kill each other till the end
will nothingness come of us once again?this oblivion will be dead, no, no life become of us.
but the world spinning ever so placidly will remain…
must remain for renaissance
if power takes hold of pure life, it will burn and destruct to the core
no man may be walking on this verdant turf missing a core, an epicentre
the world will be hollow,
as a heart
the heart of man.
its contagious this disease
these diseases are soon infinite
a philosopher is to amputate the human hearts
through the power of the philosophers also fallen theories-
deadened
missing the fruit of life is not a concern anymore
the future slumbers the animate
forever more, forever more
are we counting down, or counting backwards? (music increases in build/ layers)
reverse is the path man does follow
the fields are dying
clearings have never been so clear, only ever nothing at all
as the platform rises more concrete structures, glass becomes weaker than plastic (music emphasizes dramatically)
creating exhaust
hurting the world
retaliating at man
the next stage is never quite truly known (music calms down a bit)
the landscapes become a sore to the eye
and what vice have we repaired now again, for use after use?
love
is the soul that can survive this mass destruction
will only be in your mass of nothingness
with true connection at a halt love could die before us
is self destruction for the better
so an emerging era can verge unspoiled?
“Revolutionise Mentality”! answered thee Hero
Round the plague securing trusses of worth
A kindle we'l share to spark at the hidden
You've been looking so far for a light already held
Reach past the fear and the necter will reveal
Perhaps all consciousness is unconscious?
is being in a state of memory
is memorising a state of being
a reminiscence of a time remembered
-sitting in the meadows colours, and with oh such brightness before our eyes
we'll see such innocence in this worlds demise
holding onto the strange and peculiar, yet letting go of pain and sorrow
curdling the effects of raptured states
you mock the bliss of eternalising pleasure....and
all the spice that might en-fright the stillness of the meadow
growing in the back-yard
of back-minds
supplying corrupt information to the tubing
travelling- expelling itself on your achromatic fractures
and when the bubbles collect to form a safe and trustworthy landing pad..
I become a memory- I spell it straight
I guide the future- a place for a place
and when i arrive- the varieties alter your day
alternating the sceptics lines of knowledge
never understanding alternative ways
can you formulate a wiser solution
than the computers intuitive pollution?
though it may enable my breath
whatever has disabled is for us to not forget
programs are programming heaven
riding jet skis to the sky
a tandem cruiser to get you high
what a bliss-ed day that was
incarnating every year 'round
streamers strung to serration
plucking every detail
the world may encompass your hearts freelanced chores
grading and curating a fate forever yours
you react in full defence
leaving all impression vulnerable
will a life of normality ever be tolerable?
I am a memory- I spell it straight
I am the future- a face for a face
.....a reminiscence
you can always trace
Hero Inc. (2006)
Contained by the force of her arms, an unspeakable power lies
given to man… one being
encompassing the globe of mere life
becoming from a mass of nothing/ non existence?
allowing the children to cry in pain and laughter
and the stiches that wearily hold land and sea together are forever questioned-
blatantly questioned throughout time
only the time of man
good and evil, we look upon, shun!
what great blunder has let us collapse?
If man does fall, kill each other till the end
will nothingness come of us once again?this oblivion will be dead, no, no life become of us.
but the world spinning ever so placidly will remain…
must remain for renaissance
if power takes hold of pure life, it will burn and destruct to the core
no man may be walking on this verdant turf missing a core, an epicentre
the world will be hollow,
as a heart
the heart of man.
its contagious this disease
these diseases are soon infinite
a philosopher is to amputate the human hearts
through the power of the philosophers also fallen theories-
deadened
missing the fruit of life is not a concern anymore
the future slumbers the animate
forever more, forever more
are we counting down, or counting backwards? (music increases in build/ layers)
reverse is the path man does follow
the fields are dying
clearings have never been so clear, only ever nothing at all
as the platform rises more concrete structures, glass becomes weaker than plastic (music emphasizes dramatically)
creating exhaust
hurting the world
retaliating at man
the next stage is never quite truly known (music calms down a bit)
the landscapes become a sore to the eye
and what vice have we repaired now again, for use after use?
love
is the soul that can survive this mass destruction
will only be in your mass of nothingness
with true connection at a halt love could die before us
is self destruction for the better
so an emerging era can verge unspoiled?
“Revolutionise Mentality”! answered thee Hero
Sunday, February 6, 2011
The Heightened
Inspiration fueling masses
wishing forever for heights to be safe
a locked rail, not hard to fail
labyrinths of crosses and hatches
new look
new times
new changes
promised to us
-the pounding beat
an ever falling star shaping a sweeping street
carrying all the world
to rescue us from Defeat
swaying that weight over man
over lands
where the image is only matter
matter compounded from latter
But in the scope of righteous frames
might a mind rope the necks of what's deemed sane
we think we have order
instead we have a ricochet
of off-beat personnel
-wiring the furnace
for merely a mercenary purpose
and in the farm of surreal purchase
I discovered a boat, caught on a sweeping star
destination- Infinity-
envisioning so, so afar
the passengers swallowed a will favoured – flavoured pill
round the merry they go yet they are so still
captivated by a feather hovering over the sea
it glides around bright and light as can be
the mast punctures through the stars heart
setting off radars out the universe
creating a gate from the bursting purse
of the back seat passenger eager to go first
-stepping into the heightened
shall we never again be FRIGHTNED
come up the ladder, It's never so far
A bit of effort to the furthermost par
The level is filled with junkies of life
welcome to the heightened
persevering in all strife
Thursday, May 27, 2010
The next chapter.
Getting out of the hustle and bustle of Brisbane.
Early retirement haha. Moving right near the beach on Burleigh Point, Burleigh Heads!
I can't wait. Although the unit is 25% more expensive and 25% smaller to where I'm living in Kangaroo Point, it will be worth it. New places inspire me and I really need that right now. Living by the beach will keep my mind clear too. I can't wait!
As well as undertaking my ArtStart activities, I will be starting my very own official business soon with the NEIS program: Azured Vault.
Within this I will personally offer services in multimedia design for events, festivals, musical acts, parties, community projects. My business will provide live visuals, VJ'ing, audio-visual technicality, video design, editing, decor and even stage design. I will run this from my new place. My work will be very original, conceptual and artistic. It is suited to smaller scale events and acts and I'm staying way away from cooperate or uncultured activities.
It's hard as an artist doing something like NEIS, you have to really rely on something that sells. Which I must admit is the least of my priority when making art. But hopefully it will balance out and I can blur the line between my original art pieces and design briefs.
anyway stay tuned!
Early retirement haha. Moving right near the beach on Burleigh Point, Burleigh Heads!
I can't wait. Although the unit is 25% more expensive and 25% smaller to where I'm living in Kangaroo Point, it will be worth it. New places inspire me and I really need that right now. Living by the beach will keep my mind clear too. I can't wait!
As well as undertaking my ArtStart activities, I will be starting my very own official business soon with the NEIS program: Azured Vault.
Within this I will personally offer services in multimedia design for events, festivals, musical acts, parties, community projects. My business will provide live visuals, VJ'ing, audio-visual technicality, video design, editing, decor and even stage design. I will run this from my new place. My work will be very original, conceptual and artistic. It is suited to smaller scale events and acts and I'm staying way away from cooperate or uncultured activities.
It's hard as an artist doing something like NEIS, you have to really rely on something that sells. Which I must admit is the least of my priority when making art. But hopefully it will balance out and I can blur the line between my original art pieces and design briefs.
anyway stay tuned!
Sunday, May 23, 2010
My First Grant
Wooohooo hard work has finally paid off a bit! I just found out the other day my application for a $9000 ArtStart Grant has been successful!
So in the next 12 months there is going to be some serious work on my professional development and art making. With the grant I will be able to afford more suitable equipment, undertake some short courses, make daily traveling as a non-student more affordable, create a fully active business/folio/art website and continue to focus on my art as my primary activity.
I am going to need to apply for a couple more now :) On a roll I hope!
So in the next 12 months there is going to be some serious work on my professional development and art making. With the grant I will be able to afford more suitable equipment, undertake some short courses, make daily traveling as a non-student more affordable, create a fully active business/folio/art website and continue to focus on my art as my primary activity.
I am going to need to apply for a couple more now :) On a roll I hope!
Brink of The Verge
Brink Of The Verge from Kimberley Bianca
At the brink of the verge
where time is unknown
and car alarms and microwave hums are only known
only verity
the only facet consuming sanity
at the brink of the verge
why cant i just fall down when I jump from slumber?
or move forward in wheeled machine commencing
for there is no reality in this
nor time
nor sanity
where verity and whats real lose each other like lovers
lose meaning
therfore all feeling
but never numb.
I will never feel numb
I am numb
this chill can't be my bed alone
this heat can't be my head alone
I'm not alone
Just at the brink of the verge
Alone!
as is the chill and the heat
the time, the verity, the sanity
the love
fallen at the brink
never at the verge
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