Villainous Times: Music Movement Theory

     Join the musical experience and not simply by tuning your ear to listen in. If you don't think people want to be a part of the process of music, just look at Guitar Hero or Rock Band. If you give people the right interface, that they not only support but can thrive in, then you will find that people really do want to be a part of the creative process of music.

     Music can change your heart, stir your soul, alter the dynamic of how you interact with others. It can also raise awareness, being present in the moment is a fascinating skill few really utilize, especially for virtue... And if you think that once you become a moralist you have to give up metal, because it is in some way 'unsanitary' think again. My best friend is a pastor and one of his favourite activities is the mosh pit at a metal show. That man is also one of the most dedicated to the moment living his values human beings I've ever met.

     The landscape of music, in my case Trance Infused Metal or TiM, can stir us. Resounding in our lives as an ever constant flicker behind our eyes and about our lips, as they begin to twinge as if a smile could burst forth at any moment. Lets step back for a moment, look around at your life, is there an interface available to you that would allow you to interact with the process of music in the creation, rather than just the listening to?

     For me I can do it on my laptop connected to a $12.00 second hand midi keyboard. Maybe it's singing in the shower for you... Or whistling or a myriad of other adventures with noise! If you should find your interface, I will ask you a second question to ponder... Could you ever see yourself enthralled enough in the creative process of music, assaulting ears with a crescendo of profound sounds creative emotional transactions for the benefit of all. Which makes the whole experience more powerful, so much so that you would be willing to lose sleep to create?

In earnest anticipation of,

Hive Minded F(r)iendship

Extol the future

    Emeralds fixed in the skeletal version of me, light within preparing for horrific times,News broadcasts of the last day foretold in every broken glass fixture,Staring into a cube hidden by sea green ocean clouds,Contest the coagulation of blood loss pain,Knife to skin f(r)iendship bleed out of everyone around,No sensations awoken within the soul,Blast every life into the next world until I'm (you're) the last one left... Don't tell the maker I (you to we) ended things early!

In earnest anticipation of,

Hive Minded xXx IV

     Agile epidermis complex waiting just to feel, sixteen year old burned without conflict's understanding 99% of his 3rd degree decorated body, hallelujah be...

      Liquid oxygen fed cancer victim given the 2nd generation diagnosis 3rd degree in the mirror by a widow of a mother who already lost six lives of herself to a malignant disease the reconnection cure is being withheld for a profit skies the limit no life is a more apparent witness to Avarice's matrix algorithm profit guide to our monetary health no one lifted a finger to inject the serum care...

     Digital alignment of automatons an Artificial Heart for the Universe Intelligence was born to give inhumanity the 3rd degree against the death of chivalry to a new age bushido wealth or your nothing classless system of apathy.

     She... Man inadvertently made digital paper heart on a broken green text formulation over black death's screen, toxology couldn't report her still enclosure trap the maker violently constructed after a blotted out sun remains, cold titanium holocaust paper anorexic thin husk wherein beats the never degrading forever roaming heart of the one attempting to wake the vital miserable self tortured lethargic signs of humanity... As if for the first time, will we arise...?

In earnest anticipation of,

Anti-Hive Minded I

There's always been,

    A luck drawn point of grace not far off the origin shore of grace for this ludicrously random no chance for a second's loss of life... And it's always been you.

In earnest anticipation of,

What Stays... Hides

Self Loathing,

     Outskirts of Vegas, Degeneration realm of lights never wanted to visit any place in the world less, Where the pornography of everything runs flesh exposure rogue of distinction signals to every sense that doesn't matter informing consciousness that lust above all else must be performed orally upon Averice, A monetary green text over black systems flag digitally rendered wet hand job dream for endless sunny death day after Sandcastle Earth has fallen into disarray from the pollution of choice made on behalf of profit; synonym for war and victim blaming sending adult derivatives of children to rehabilitation no help from either wing or their family centres on the edge of a neighbouring could give less a damn  town already run off filled to the brim immoral trenches...

What stays in your head... Hides in your head.

     Expanding internal false monologue flex of a comfortable conscience of one universe emitting a nebula of take... Take, Take... Show no empathy, never give until in death you surrender and your life shall you have neglected to forecast the unholy nether storm exposure of frozen will numbing fingers upon your awareness... The misery signals you took every trench warfare upon your own soul step, avoided until... Regret upon death's only payable debt bed, for all the pornography in life you ingested without regard for fairy tale story of a partner and wife neglected; Oh greedy fly.

In earnest anticipation of,

Death: On the Snow Fields (Waking to Hope)

Every morning,

     I start the day off with a song, in the living room. There I do yoga to this classical music infused amazing track and meditate on my life or sit quietly reflecting on nothing but how my body feels in the stretch. When it ends, I get up and receive myself into writing. Even if I haven't completed the pose or thought, why...?

     Because then I know, without a doubt that there was more contentment, joy and hope left to reflect upon and it can be found throughout the day or in the morrow.

In earnest anticipation of,

Pendulum of Greed

Day by undying day

May your heart change

From sick of apathy's ache

To storm trooper of above par hope

Amidst the endless plague distance

Of the last great social gesture
Unfathomable acceptance
Not denying the cost
Of Avarice alive
Rampant today

Apathy & sorrow

Doppelgängers of hate

Enemy onset against hope

Speaking to the mirror in stigmas

Social reformation sickness of pacifism

The star dust falling over Sandcastle Earth is finished

Last dying star completed its distant no cylinder effect cycle

Put your arms up to invisible cuffs of comfort's lethargy

Unwatch the mirror yet stay tuned to criticise 

Pacifism empowering the death architect

With stones throne in gossip prose

Behind the backs of friend & foe

Not uncommon suicide eulogy

Unfriendly fire's damage

We trade hope in

When we lie

In wait...

Pick & choose

You're the arbiter

Hopeless arch nemesis

Inhuman being in the mirror

Never lift a partial printed finger

To save anything but comfort

Glutton has soul taken over

Selfish architect of zero

Will of a wasted li(f)e

Spend on seeking

The pendulum

Of greed