Digitized +bord poem Clive Blake image Mark Elvis by CliveBlake on DeviantArt

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Our Future Questioned -C Blake + Hendrik Hermans

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Less Human +bord C Blake + Christophe Maubourgiet

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Spirits In The Sky poem +bord Blake and Hermans

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EYE OF THE STORM

Diamond skies Passages in the blue Shadows in the night Morning's dew First light Crystal tears of fire and ice Mystic skies Paradise calling Of labyrinths and islands in the sky A song book on fire A sin and a prayer Of two lovers A stranger and a friend As cinders storm down from the heavens above As a raven bird takes flight A psalm and a song A feather and a quill Adrift on the wings of change Nestled in the skies above On the crest of the crescent moon Of lullaby and lunar landings Of shooting stars and fallen stardust Of infancy and the infinite From the cradle of life To graveyards in the night A preacher and a prayer The fallen and the risen Spirits rise, ghosts fall The bittersweet, the empty and the wanting Until death's end and mourning's light The rise and fall, the still of silence

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Lost

Shadows racing past your window your mirrors crack tonight Children singing at the moment of some strange unheard delights The sky lights up in fire the moon drips her mask Winds make sounds of promise the children close the house Tree has fallen in the forest and frozen to the ground Shadows broken for your worries and left you with your doubts Feel the sun upon your face Let your mind drift to a safe warm place Through the valley and over the hills let the fog lift and the years disappear To when life was a pleasure each moment a thrill Let your mind drift and follow it there Now all images turn inside distorting space, destroying time Don't worry what you leave behind for reality was always just a frame of mind Yellow dove flies across a green sky Men lie bleeding but never die There are some woods where we use to play The sun was bright as we shared the days A babbling brook is close by, it calls again to warm me with lies There is a mountain but it has turned to a

Literature

Prism

There is a sadness in us so deep it could fill all the world’s oceans A hungry desperation that creeps through us Never presenting itself but always waiting like a deadly coiled snake There is a soft madness that crawls into our brains but we will never vocalize it, nor give it a name We fear it only resides within ourselves but it is in all of us Through sharing, we must set it free or it will destroy what’s left of our humanity Tonight I got lost inside the rain Sailed through a cascading prism Into another day We want only what we can possess And we possess all that we control But what we cannot possess Possesses us And feeds upon our soul Everything I desire always goes away maybe it’s because I want it that it turns out that way If I didn’t need it it would probably stay but then I wouldn’t care anyway I keep trying to hold on to things that I know will never last Hoping one day the present will turn into the past The future is but an answer to the questions that we

Literature

Tomorrow

I’m saving up for tomorrow I’m dreaming of tomorrow I’m planning for tomorrow I’m waiting for tomorrow I’m hoping for tomorrow I’m living for tomorrow It’s shame I died today ...and all my dreams just led to decay I’m floating on molten lava In a glass bottom boat Blazing colors of orange and yellow are merging within the glass Becoming the glass I see the reflection all around the boat the colors change into rain drops but the brilliance remains Now I see only the colors swirling around me the boat has disappeared, as have I I too become only colors and merge within the others We have become one and our journey has just begun Everything is as nothing is as all has been before The present, past and future are all the same I am the universe and the universe is me One consciousness One entity I am a relic of a forgotten time and so are you

PrRailgun

Literature

Echoed Memories

We are all echoes lost in the hidden valleys and green dells of long gone songs. There are daisy chains that float under our feet. Images invoke fractured memories, the arrow as it hits the mark. Soft sounds of waves roll against the sand. A nod and some lingering look that sparks a soul aflame again. Back to childhood, to days of school and games. The sport in those brave few minutes before a performance. Odd things spring up, moments once vague, now forgotten, like a kachina doll shown as the art it is. Where this life leads, I dare not sing, I dare not peek.

Literature

Where We Go

Catch a star as you walk along the shore of ever forgotten rhythms lost to history. Witness a lifespan now gone. Forgive me for the lies told at the door where I walked out. It would cost everything, a sickness that would burn man to dawn. There lays some unknown emotion. Adore what lasts here and now as a soft quilt made to last. Cygnus will rise to span upon. The world is vast and small. All is folklore in the end. Song will live aloft the winds found within us as what began lives on.

Literature

Little Machines

Long lines of machines dance along unaware of a crimson world overhead. Cogs must spin to turn their blue orb and act without thought, for the future does not exist. To be the Watcher from on high who witnesses this strange play. Minds made of circuit boards, programs lost in lies. For those little robots must do what they know and no more. How will the demons above act and move these poor toys forgotten by their creator? With thorny hands, they reach down from their sea of red. What once acted by command turns into a puppet for their use. The machine can move, the demon can will. Two worlds joined into one as time begins, none remember what was before, not even God. They still dance along, unaware yet believe they act alone now, how funny? Those neat lines are gone but it only hides the order left by those cunning tricksters. Red drips into blue as false mirrors disguise the actors at heart. Yes, give up the game and play your part, little machines, and now become that demon-haunted

purplecuriosity

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In the Form

To compose and generate song, is to shelter good away from wrong, in the form of sound.

Literature

Processes

If time, were a crime, I would never learn.

Literature

Evaluation

As a particular phase, dissipates, and a new direction, becomes apparent, we evaluate, our journey.

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EYE OF THE STORM

Diamond skies Passages in the blue Shadows in the night Morning's dew First light Crystal tears of fire and ice Mystic skies Paradise calling Of labyrinths and islands in the sky A song book on fire A sin and a prayer Of two lovers A stranger and a friend As cinders storm down from the heavens above As a raven bird takes flight A psalm and a song A feather and a quill Adrift on the wings of change Nestled in the skies above On the crest of the crescent moon Of lullaby and lunar landings Of shooting stars and fallen stardust Of infancy and the infinite From the cradle of life To graveyards in the night A preacher and a prayer The fallen and the risen Spirits rise, ghosts fall The bittersweet, the empty and the wanting Until death's end and mourning's light The rise and fall, the still of silence

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Happyhedonic

Literature

Lost

Shadows racing past your window your mirrors crack tonight Children singing at the moment of some strange unheard delights The sky lights up in fire the moon drips her mask Winds make sounds of promise the children close the house Tree has fallen in the forest and frozen to the ground Shadows broken for your worries and left you with your doubts Feel the sun upon your face Let your mind drift to a safe warm place Through the valley and over the hills let the fog lift and the years disappear To when life was a pleasure each moment a thrill Let your mind drift and follow it there Now all images turn inside distorting space, destroying time Don't worry what you leave behind for reality was always just a frame of mind Yellow dove flies across a green sky Men lie bleeding but never die There are some woods where we use to play The sun was bright as we shared the days A babbling brook is close by, it calls again to warm me with lies There is a mountain but it has turned to a

Literature

Prism

There is a sadness in us so deep it could fill all the world’s oceans A hungry desperation that creeps through us Never presenting itself but always waiting like a deadly coiled snake There is a soft madness that crawls into our brains but we will never vocalize it, nor give it a name We fear it only resides within ourselves but it is in all of us Through sharing, we must set it free or it will destroy what’s left of our humanity Tonight I got lost inside the rain Sailed through a cascading prism Into another day We want only what we can possess And we possess all that we control But what we cannot possess Possesses us And feeds upon our soul Everything I desire always goes away maybe it’s because I want it that it turns out that way If I didn’t need it it would probably stay but then I wouldn’t care anyway I keep trying to hold on to things that I know will never last Hoping one day the present will turn into the past The future is but an answer to the questions that we

Literature

Tomorrow

I’m saving up for tomorrow I’m dreaming of tomorrow I’m planning for tomorrow I’m waiting for tomorrow I’m hoping for tomorrow I’m living for tomorrow It’s shame I died today ...and all my dreams just led to decay I’m floating on molten lava In a glass bottom boat Blazing colors of orange and yellow are merging within the glass Becoming the glass I see the reflection all around the boat the colors change into rain drops but the brilliance remains Now I see only the colors swirling around me the boat has disappeared, as have I I too become only colors and merge within the others We have become one and our journey has just begun Everything is as nothing is as all has been before The present, past and future are all the same I am the universe and the universe is me One consciousness One entity I am a relic of a forgotten time and so are you

PrRailgun

Literature

Echoed Memories

We are all echoes lost in the hidden valleys and green dells of long gone songs. There are daisy chains that float under our feet. Images invoke fractured memories, the arrow as it hits the mark. Soft sounds of waves roll against the sand. A nod and some lingering look that sparks a soul aflame again. Back to childhood, to days of school and games. The sport in those brave few minutes before a performance. Odd things spring up, moments once vague, now forgotten, like a kachina doll shown as the art it is. Where this life leads, I dare not sing, I dare not peek.

Literature

Where We Go

Catch a star as you walk along the shore of ever forgotten rhythms lost to history. Witness a lifespan now gone. Forgive me for the lies told at the door where I walked out. It would cost everything, a sickness that would burn man to dawn. There lays some unknown emotion. Adore what lasts here and now as a soft quilt made to last. Cygnus will rise to span upon. The world is vast and small. All is folklore in the end. Song will live aloft the winds found within us as what began lives on.

Literature

Little Machines

Long lines of machines dance along unaware of a crimson world overhead. Cogs must spin to turn their blue orb and act without thought, for the future does not exist. To be the Watcher from on high who witnesses this strange play. Minds made of circuit boards, programs lost in lies. For those little robots must do what they know and no more. How will the demons above act and move these poor toys forgotten by their creator? With thorny hands, they reach down from their sea of red. What once acted by command turns into a puppet for their use. The machine can move, the demon can will. Two worlds joined into one as time begins, none remember what was before, not even God. They still dance along, unaware yet believe they act alone now, how funny? Those neat lines are gone but it only hides the order left by those cunning tricksters. Red drips into blue as false mirrors disguise the actors at heart. Yes, give up the game and play your part, little machines, and now become that demon-haunted

purplecuriosity

Literature

In the Form

To compose and generate song, is to shelter good away from wrong, in the form of sound.

Literature

Processes

If time, were a crime, I would never learn.

Literature

Evaluation

As a particular phase, dissipates, and a new direction, becomes apparent, we evaluate, our journey.

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EYE OF THE STORM

Lost

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Tomorrow

Echoed Memories

Where We Go

Little Machines

In the Form

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EYE OF THE STORM

Lost

Prism

Tomorrow

Echoed Memories

Where We Go

Little Machines

In the Form

Processes

Evaluation

Digitized +bord poem Clive Blake image Mark Elvis

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EYE OF THE STORM

Lost

Prism

Tomorrow

Echoed Memories

Where We Go

Little Machines

In the Form

Processes

Evaluation