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

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

Death of the 2's

i have 2 cert III's, 2 cert IV's, 2 diplomas, 2 passports, 2 eyes, 2 tits, 2 mugs on my desk, I'm 22 this year which is 2011 and my birth dates the 11th (1+1=3?) no, 2 stupid. so why all these 2's in my life? maybe it means I'm going 2 die soon