Showing posts with label #hope #Poetry #Spokenwordislife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #hope #Poetry #Spokenwordislife. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

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,

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Inhumane Legacy (Christmas Island)

Derelict Christmas ode
Passages from truth untold
Willing ignorant blindness no shelter
Reckless plastic death empowering language
Capitalism's carpe posterity diem mentor
Ship's titanic waste island catastrophe
Heart of civilization extols silence
Keep every finger quite
Weave your tongue
Pierce it numb
Until all...
Is lost

Broken wings
Shackled feathers
Captive as the breeze
Mid captive way point
Inhumanity caught up in silence
Between corrupt views on posterity
&
The bigotry of mankind's failure
Hive minded group contest
Outlast our sandcastle
Earth adapted to ruin
Fallen under feet
Extinct ocean
Sea of loss

Christ-Midway-Mas
Ocean titanic ruin toll
Feedback beyond death
Animal kingdom loss scale
Algorithm of a voiceless language
Directed at the destructive culprits
Civilized silent mentor ship sank
Emotion terror kaleidoscope
Capitalist off shore shelter
Sea is a synonym
A hiding place
For profit
&
Death

Broken wings
Shackled feathers
Captive as the breeze
Mid captive way point
Inhumanity caught up in silence
Between corrupt views on posterity
&
&
The bigotry of mankind's failure
Hive minded group contest
Outlast our sandcastle
Earth adapted to ruin
Fallen under feet
Extinct ocean
Sea of loss


Tuesday, December 24, 2013

A Law Abiding Nerd Christmas I

Smooches,

     Succubus cuddles by the flames of an ochre hearth fire distil the mind to pleasure until the realms is disturbed by a patch finger wrap at the door just as sexy times in the mind beside your lover  beckoned the twin Death Star's fully functional nipples to rise and the light sabre to stand blaze.

      Geek identity realigned as glasses once again adorn to unblur the eyes, who could be behind the threshold at such a vile unboring hour with the draught of melting snow and mulled wine upon pillows upon a thick channeled rug that reads a pattern Princess Peach standing upon the ramparts  having conqured Bowser with one foul stroke of her purse for scorning her pale Scottish-Blue skin, below upon the draw bridge stands Super Mario with a key to unlock the universe if only she would come away with him. In the shadows of the portal behind which Bowser once stood, there lurks the hero whom the Princess will run away with! A green hat and a big noes of a second half, Luigi, of the Super Mario Bros...

     Daylight outside has ended when, alas for ill timing, the bell of your portal tolls. There is a long pause, another silky smooth sensual oh so sexy tongued smooch and then another ring of the buzzer, must be answered. Eerily doth thee find the ‘in laws!’ But being in your own home, though entirely uncomfortable, there is nowhere to run! 

     Best not leave the illicit creatures too long stairing at a wreath of Mothra and Godzilla eating the opposing tail end, like Elessar's twin headed reprecussion snake headed ring of Barahir, of a relentless magical demon naught but a hideous destructive scene battle where the true conflict arises within all who dare step up to see.

In earnest anticipation of,

Saturday, December 14, 2013

767 Lucid Doll I (hurt)

Lost survival
Grey cloud saviour
Smoke no filter screen
Behind the sun shot down
A violent marionette fog apparatus
Domestic bruise onyx face paint
Vermilion pastel fist drones
Dreams being shot down
Brush raining blows
Relentless on hope
No world left
Behind for...

Lucid doll
Blind eye witness
Roaming behind blue orbs
Fallen catalysts for atrophy
Mirror a plague for the heart
Stars lie face up in dreams
Circled x marked centre
Edge of her universe
Sunken in bravery
Oblivion living
Marionette

Lucid manikin
Dreaming of a hero
Curse infected daughter
Time every day detonated bomb
Battered multiple x marked bandage
Hell held in a father's laughing hands
Righteous clench fist proclamation
A hand me blood fate line down
Walk of mannequin shame
Given without warning
Misery signal waves
Rock her cradle
Of memory
Loss

Angelic effigy
Robbed of her hands
Abused paper mache doll
Stormy fist weather figurine
Violated under red stained cover
 Home thoughts forever lost
Tormented wall voucher
One shelter put down
None left to go
Cursed be


Chosen drowning capacity
Hell held in a father's laughing hands