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,

An Unopen Letter to Christmas... I

When Shadows,

       Fall upon the threshold as the strangely dim twilight appears to alter time, slowing amidst recognition of beauty trapped in the moment, smile and know for certain that the blanket of life’s misalignment is not misfortune, but a random no second happens again so grasp it by the horns and wrestle that bull of a demon with a vermilion red flag cloaked about your neck! Own every tick of the changing clock, not for carpe diem, but for the survival of a smile…

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,

Hive Minded xXx I

Extraterrestrial,

     Outstretched bionic tips reaching forlorn nearly eclipsed of hope fingers whose loss of range equates to reading holy deluge water Braille with sunken ever grey twilight melted cloudy eyes, pressed by the clause's hand against the ochre blood orange stained pages of no less than disdain's honourable ransom hate method  book of half a life's freeman tale that exiles appeal, save to the man who created the great lie that is the cake...

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,

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

Poetic Responsibility (Dubbler Art)

While it's true...

Poetry can take you on a journey

Hoping that the words craft move the soul

It's nearly impossible for a poet to know

Where the skin consciousness graph

Will take you, for everyone...

Everyone is different

We all have our own

Story of woes

Unimaginable

Misery Signals

Expounding on hope

That we survived

Against the names

We're once called

Poetic Responsibility: Ode of Shadows

In earnest anticipation of,

J