S.W.U Brings Us A Creative 'Unblock' Storm Project(s)

Weather,

     Whether or not you develop your own creative mode under the beautiful ominous threat of silence or betwixt the eternal sound scape overture pressures of malady and melody, there is method in the subconscious madness that marionette string self pull persuades your creativity to come alive.

      The storm is often harsh of criticism, whether from the external society that 'just doesn't get it' or from the self, where doubt lingers for lack of a confident foundation. This is what the Algorithymns Poetry² Project Spoken Word Universe(ity), is all about; instilling courage upon conviction in artists, so that they might overcome and utilize the life stage threat of silence to their advantage, whether that be whilst performing or in every day to day social 9 to lonely 5 irregular artistic interval existence interaction.

     Don't let the master-peace hand dramaturgy craft fate key into dreams go redundant to everyday survival epiphanies drumming lullaby comfort shallow aspirations into the depths of your imaginations wonderful creative tide.

In earnest anticipation of,

 

Roulette Oppression Russian Dice I

Hospitable probe of hostilities,

     Failed dystopian conduit of guilt, benign of remorse amidst civilian voted half blood oppression cash torture suffering conduct in Ukraine's anonymous occupation cotton slavery field's distorting willingly opaque lies conquering knees paper clip seated upon calf ash gang cloven green foot remains; hands nailed to the throne of compassion's erupting pain, the ground before Putin's white holocaust Hilter's artistic iron distorted fist canvas perforated eye failure has adopted a second hate tongue language of control's second cold chance winning rogue hand war sequel as penance is ghastly broken string pretend marionette string performed behind a secret shade vale of twilight dim internal grey cloud bleeding under an invisible guise of inner heart never skeletal X  marks belief's dying swollen cycle sky spotted vulture belly of dictatorship's nether spawn cemetery minor chord over major threat  lies.

In earnest anticipation of,

The Little Things III

Roulette die,

     Tank civilian steam press roll freedom call dystopian failure of Mother hole Earth's upheaval rebellion event of continual shattering jolts amidst terrestrial revenge entitled war of the world III, Detestable last society stand conduit of guilt benign of remorse conduct.

In earnest anticipation of,

Social Voice Commentary Poems at Dawn

The following,

Is what flows at dawn, upon waking as the sun is yet low under the brimming mountain shadows, where it hides, lingering in wait for a moment when the pressing algorithm of eternity's cycle protests the light from it's realm of strangely dim island of invisible hope.

Write, yes, right! Whatever type of artist you find yourself to be, what you project via the creativity that resides within, find that expounding image, however grand or minute, and take courage that the work you are and have made, is... Is more than simply, as some people might say, 'just art.'

It is you upon a stage, hidden in the closet of your room or trapped inside your head, yet awaiting a medium to expand out from yourself upon paper, canvas or instrument and entreat upon the rest of humanity the great gift that births forth from within you.

Greed and fame are not the ways of creativity, though they may be thrown upon the titles of 'art' and other such labels, I say, create, simply because it is who you are, it is what you enjoy or possibly it is because of the great conviction that lies within, impeaching your very existence to create on behalf of those who have yet to rise.

Live off,

Faltering wire diagnosis side tap step the hallowed vale of lies condemning holocaust profit castle Narnia Earth as the terrestrial synopsis orchestra crescendo arrangement of guilt conceding help to war the prostitute of prophet named Avarice Queen of the Russian quarantine block army invading roulette shell casings shock citizen's ashen dust breathe from swollen tension chests!

In earnest anticipation of,

Obstructing Justice VIII

Hang the witness,

     Every dawning day hour I prescribe my intolerance to the guillotine of knowledge and the pathetic wasp ideology hate psalms crescendoing disguised as hymns  so that the conscious every second adaptation of wisdom shall imbibe consent of compassion to thrive in understanding as acceptance drives the li(f)e pledge of regret, Happy false salutations apathy stated the conviction of no longer derelict moral trench lost conscience once an open lie case never so willingly closed unless to concious comfort sedation.

In earnest anticipation of,

The Little Things III : 767 Charles Bonnet Syndrom

Charles Bonnet Syndrome

       Mainly Affects Elderly or Sight Lost, visual synapse loss syndrome chapter of, 'for the most part,'mild off mental ill social health stigma target quota let down reality's guard to blindness organized enjoyment hallucination merry unexpected entertainment break from the dreary on kilter edge of normality.

In earnest anticipation of,

Hive Mind L IV

To your fangs,

     I consent silence extolling hideous dark obligation matter of conscious deranged sedation occurring marionette stage of strings left detached long ago to self mechanised addiction worship illusion hypnotised puppets freedom is life's unknown A.I at the world' send participant.

In earnest anticipation of,