She's a Lyrical Wizard

She's a lyrical wizard
waxing, wailing Lyrically
she's a wax on writing kungfu queen
Lyrical princess, the reigning role
of rock and roll.
Majestic lady of musical array
Her joy does bring the bands to play


Played my heart on one fine day.
Flute of love from mandalay
drum formed the beat of a later day.
Produced a future from the fray
Gave me words so I could say
set the future from today.


She's a lyrical wizard
waxing, wailing Lyrically
she's a wax on writing kungfu queen
Lyrical princess, the reigning role
of rock and roll.
Majestic lady of musical array
Her joy does bring the bands to play


My mind made up about Cupid's luck
My mind messed up where the arrow stuck
The futures here she helps me look,
for fine songs that Cupid's struck.
Offered up by a phantom ladies luck
Fairy door, sprinkled dust, needs must



She's a lyrical wizard
waxing, wailing Lyrically
she's a wax on writing kungfu queen
Lyrical princess, the reigning role
of rock and roll.
Majestic lady of musical array
Her joy does bring the bands to play


That spirit of the rhythm that she helps to bring
That magical ting of the bell that she rings
Lyrical spirit and the songs she sings
My heart reborn by silent strings
soul restored by all good things


She's a lyrical wizard
waxing, wailing Lyrically
she's a wax on writing kungfu queen
Lyrical princess, the reigning role
of rock and roll.
Majestic lady of musical array
Her joy does bring the bands to play

From Layman to Shaman in One Shot

As I sit on this toadstool
All - micro-fied my vision
I ponder and wonder
still cannot arrive at a decision
Step back! not twice mind
Once is enough to do the trick
Macro-fied precision
and all becomes clear.
far away but somehow still near
vision views one, two, then three fungi
thousands now appeared
a period past, they melted and merged
as they seem submerged,
into one and another.
This micro-macro-fied mushroom metaphor
became a thrown for all.
this beautiful fungal toadstool.
The decision to make, became clear
There are no decisions from up here
it isn't near, it isn't clear,
it isn't far, it isn't obscured
it isn't polite nor is it rude
it just isn't, and how do I know?
because I was told by this fun-guy.
We had a belly full of laughs
and some reindeer tea.
standing on my toadstool
My vision set me free.

Seven

Nearly at the seventh, and life is about to renew.
Seven winding paths, I have travelled through.
At last I can see shores ahead of time;
Time to leave this sea of mine behind.
Seven lonely, arduous hills I have climbed.
Stumbled many times on the road I have taken.
Thought I had seen the shore before;
But sadly was mistaken.
Seven mirrors I did break;
My soul dragged through the bracken;
And now I put to good use, all that I have learned;
Because its been seven years now;
And tide is ready to turn.
Oh how I long to view the sands of life;
One grain at a time, appreciate every last one.
For seven years, this shore will be mine;
And when it goes and passes by;
To the sea I will take again.
I'll take another look, reflected in my mind.
Sea of souls and stormy weather;
Reflection of my pain.
Seven snaking lanes, for seven years the same
when its done complete, I'll do it over again.

Grandad And His Friend

I wrote this poem last Christmas (Did it really pass that quickly?) The poem is a childhood memory of my Grandfather. He was an admired boxer who raised a lot of money for charity and also a fairground champion and Psychiatric nurse. He was one of the most gentle people that I have ever had the pleasure to know, everyone trusted him and thought highly of him and the Robins that returned year on year to land on his shoulder and feed from his hand were testament to this gentleness.

I remember him telling me a story about him getting in trouble with his mother (My Great Grandmother). You see, she didn't like him boxing, as back then the rules were nearly non-existent and there was a high risk of serious injury or even death in extreme cases. He found out about a boxing venue in Liverpool where he could win some money so that he could give it to charity. He was very young and didn't have any way to get to Liverpool, so he stowed away on the Milk Train. He had his fight, but his opponent wasn't playing fair, he'd put metal inside his gloves and one of the blows that my Grandfather received took a chunk off his nose, in the third round. When he complained that the guy obviously was packing weight, he pleas fell on deaf ears and at this point he realised it was a house scam. He knew he was a little out of his depth, not being from that area and being totally alone. Not to be deterred, he came out in the fourth round and knocked his opponent out, got the money for his charity work and stowed away once more on the milk train back home.

He told me the fight was nothing compared to the wrath he suffered when his mother saw his bloody face and disfigured nose. "Was it worth it, yes! and would I do it again, yes!" To me this was an example of A Gentleman, he was strong mentally and physically, but he was so kind and generous that you wouldn't even know it. Anyway, this is my tribute of-sorts to this great man.


Every year a robin came
and every year that bird appeared
knew that frosty Christmas neared
Big red saint, all white his beard.

Every year a robin came
Rested gently on grandfather's arm
Grandad with his smile and charm
Gained their trust, year on year

Always when this robin appeared
knew that frosty Christmas neared
Those days of past have melted away
but in my heart those pair do stay
Grandfather and his red breasted friend

Every year a robin came
and every year that bird appeared
knew that frosty Christmas neared.

Greek Creation Myth

Spontaneously divine - the outset, ahead of time, anterior to the start

Chaos ruled on randomness’ mess and filled the void of emptiness

With mother Earth first to spring, full of power and prowess,

Goddess Gaea, high and low, mountain top to dell, river, lake, sea and swell.

Golden Palace: place of order, wherein men and Gods do dwell.

                                           

Chaos then spewed forth Tartarus, deep within Gaea’s Globe.

Tartarus’ underground, dark and damp primordial home.

Neath Hades, lies tormented cell, pitted third World of hell.

The place of eyes for eyes and swords for swords

A place where karma returns; from whence it came.

Sinners sins, sin's against, sin's sinners, down gloomy shafts, etched in minds.

And again, Chaos yawned and out fell Eros, God of sex and desire

Fairest of them all, that never did decay, fertility born on that fateful day

Eros with his charm and wit, was unbeatable, by nature’s endless course.

Eros desired parthenogenesis to be dismissed, mix the bits to create a new;

Create an egg from before the two: Entwined the silver with the gold.

Cough and splutter, Chaos did, and Erebus, filled the space of in betweens.

Caped God, cast a shadow to all four corners of Gaea’s ruddy lands.

Tartarus did nod and agree, he’d liked what Chaos had released. Silent;

Erebus; dusk in dress, son of the darkness’s mess, relentless without rest!

Nyx was next from the void-less mess that chaos manifests.

Erebus’ sister, of such shadowy complexion, hypnotic Goddess;

Of sleepy dreams, guards the door to creations secret streams.

She forms the night in Gaea’s realm, in a cave of echoing chants.

Just by chance, she happened upon romance, with Eros’ wish fulfilled.

Married her brother Erebus, under spell cast so well, by Eros’ intervention.

Born a daughter of the light, the dark dank two of the night, did delight;

At the sight of Hemera, born the day, that separated dusk from night.

At second sight, more delight, created Aether out of night. Atmospheric joy;

Did bring, Gaea, round from Chaos spring, to primordial even ground.

Gaea’s broadened breast, by herself did beget, her son Uranus;

Cloudy sky rolled in.

Eros scorned and without sweet love: Gaea mothered an equal

Brought forth her seed, to cover her fruitless seas and mountainous ranges, 

To marry starry mantle to earth and all within it.

Ourea and Pontus in similar fashion were born of the fiery passion 

From Gaea’s eternal breath.

All is set now, and the story starts, the world of creation and all of its parts.

Life's Gamble

Whatever the hand you are dealt in life

 you must never fold

Whether starting life

big, brass and bold

Or starting out in the cold

For life is just a game

But one that we must play

Whatever the world throws at you

You must gamble away

Your past doesn’t determine your future

Though your future determines your past

So take from these words that which are true

You choose in your life, what you do

Alas’ I think you are starting

to see that life is about

Choices and choosing merrily

Of that I have no doubt.

Another Artist Dies Today

Today, I cleaned out a dead artists home
His final painting completed alone
Brown shades of impasto on cotton canvas
Mattress darkened hue
Blood red phlegm on linoleum too.

Dirt in every conceivable place.
A failed artist lay in disgrace
No respect in his final resting place.
To ill to receive or ask for support.

Living four floors high,
pushed him closer to the sky
Couldn't walk, you see?
He had a family, kids an' all
but no help for him did come.

So much pain,
looked as though
he'd suffered for days,
before he finally withdrew.

I cleaned his place
muck and all
Now this artist
into the Grand hall
can walk tall.
No shame on him, for his torment.

Another wasted artist
on borrowed time lent.
Wish him peace, he knew hell well
Free from pain, he's left his cell
heard his name,
followed the call.

Another wasted artist died today.

Building a sculpture stand from recycled materials.

Okay, so you want to have a go at clay sculpting but you don't have a stand to place your work on, maybe you don't have the resources to buy one of the sparkly newfangled stands that the big name stores provide, or simply like the idea of building your own out of recycled materials. Whatever the reason I am going to walk you through the very simple process of making your own sculpting stand for free, or as near to it as possible.

So first of all let's take a look at what materials we will be using to make the stand:

Materials Required

Adjustable swivel office chair
Bedside table
Wooden board (you can use a tabletop or kitchen work surface, whatever you have to hand)
Four nuts and bolts
(Optional)
T-shirt iron on transfer paper
Water-based satin gloss paint
Wax

Tools Required

Power Drill and pilot drill-bit
Philips head screwdriver
Iron

Step 1

If your bedside table has feet, like this one that I salvaged, unscrew and remove them using your screwdriver.

Step 2

Unscrew the bracket that's located under the chair's seat, then remove the seat and then lift the bracket off the chair's adjustable stem (Hydraulic piston).

Step 3

Mark four holes, using the chair bracket as a template, line the bracket up with the centre of the bedside table top to ensure even distribution of weight.

Step 4

Drill the marked holes using the pilot drill bit, then simply force the screws from the bracket into the pilot holes using the screwdriver to ensure that the bracket is securely fixed.

Step 5

Once the chair bracket is attached to the top centre of the bedside table, go ahead and turn the table upside down and place it on the chair stem.

Step 6

You may already have four holes on the bottom of the table from where the feet were once screwed, if not you will need to drill four holes.

Step 7

Line up your piece of wooden board, once it is in the desired position, mark and drill four holes through the board, so that they line up with the four holes in the top of the sculpture stand . I originally used a kitchen cabinet door, but wasn't happy with the end result, so am holding out for a recycled table top instead (Photos don't show the wooden board for this reason).

Step 8

Thread four bolts through the bedside table and wooden board, then tighten the nuts so that the wooden board is securely attached to the bedside table (countersink and fill the board with wood glue so that you have an even surface to make your clay sculpture on).

Step 9

Optional - Add a piece 2x2 wooden plank to one edge of your sculpture stand's work surface, this can be used as a straight edge to help with modeling the clay. You can also mark out a rule on the wood, so you can easily measure your clay components.

Step 10

Optional - The next part is just about adding some style to your stand and isn't necessary, but fun all the same. Prepare some images that you want to use on your PC, print the images onto iron on transfer paper for t-shirts. Iron the transfer paper onto the wooden parts of the sculpture stand, for a quick and quirky makeover. You could also paint and wax the stand to create a shabby chic antique effect and then iron over that, you could even paint on the transferred image to add even more flare to the piece.

Notes.

I tested this sculpture stand with 50kg of clay and it handled it easily, although the bedside table was made from pine, the quality of the build was very good so it was a robust piece of furniture with good joints etc, hence its strength. Whatever you decide to use, make sure it is weight bearing. The chair base is obviously weight bearing way beyond 50kg.

The purpose of bolting the work surface onto the bedside table, rather than screw it, is because when you drill your armature into the surface to secure your sculpture, you will eventually have so many holes, that the surface will not be able to secure the armatures. You can simply undo the bolts and replace the surface with some new wooden board. You could of course, use a flange and pipe armature set-up to reduce the wear and tear of your sculpture stands top.

If your bedside table has a draw, then that's a bonus, this can be used to keep your tools together in one convenient place.

If your bedside table isn't large enough to be at a comfortable working height, then you can place spacer blocks of wood between it and the wooden board surface.

Adding some kind of lighting may also be appropriate, I haven't gotten around to that yet and if I do design something, I'll post another tutorial on how I did it.

I hope that you found this tutorial interesting and helpful, if you have any questions or would like to get in touch with me, you can find me on twitter @iliteratepoet.

Death and freedom

A wanderer in the depths of my mind
Death is the theme
Freedom is the goal.
Curiosity keeps me, from completing my soul.
No escape from this crazy race
The mind's a terribly beautiful place.
So I bid a farewell
From this pitiful hell
The mind's an inescapable tawdry cell.
A prison, a pit, an illusionary dream.
The theme is death as i scream
Freedom, freedom, freedom.

About the campaign

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Using volunteer time and skills from our campaign partners (and not public subsidy) we have sought advice about the best way to reach as many people as possible who care about the arts throughout the UK. We know that there are a lot of you out there: it’s estimated that three-quarters of adults and even more children take part in the arts every year. Collectively you will be a powerful new voice for audiences and participants.

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About the National Campaign for the Arts

The National Campaign for the Arts (NCA) is the UK's only independent lobbying organisation representing all the arts. It provides a voice for the arts world in all its diversity. It seeks to safeguard, promote and develop the arts and win public and political recognition for the importance of the arts as a key element in our national culture. The organisation has three objectives:

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3. Campaign for adequate and sustainable levels of resources and support for the arts.

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To ensure its independence, the NCA does not receive any public subsidy. It is dependent on membership subscriptions and the generous support of individual and corporate patrons to carry out its vital lobbying and advocacy work.

Find out much more about what we do on NCA's website.

Jed and I

Jed and I were walking in the night.
Sith drove by, brandishing his sabre light.
I turned to Jed and said: "sith gave me a fright!"
Jed replied: "I thought he'd died?"
Sith drove back, in his black Cadillac;
Got right out and started to laugh.
I turned to Jed and quietly said:
"what's with him, why all the din?"
Jed replied with watery eyes; declared:
"Sith is going to kill us!"
"Jed!" said I, "there's no need to cry;
Sith's time is Nye!"
Jed replied with bloodshot eyes:
"What are you going to do?"
Jed-I, said I: "The night's gone by;
Sith has left, the darkness gone;
Endless battle, the light side won."

Quagmire quarry

Listen close, to find the key
in the story, of quagmire quarry.
deep down in the ruddy earth
find the gold buried mirth
treading trek, taking good care
a quagmire quarry everywhere
attempt to walk up quandary hill
two ways to say! but underlying ground-
it can be found, eternally bound
climb up to a higher terrain
find the temple in your brain
down in quagmire quarry lane.
Deep within that sanctity,
three worlds meet as one!
all seeing high - on quagmire quarry hill.
Enjoying, life's lighted sun.
Quagmire county, completed, done.
Found the keys of a champion.
Hear the keys of a quandary none.

Enchantress

Enchantress of the mess
Eris the Goddess in gown an flowing dress
Yes - bless, this entrance to the fortress
Temptress, she must confess
Truth is full of truth-less
minds are full and fruitless
Then Eris raises her smile
cast her eyes upon you for a while
and all that stifled view before
Eris became the only cure
and mid that chaotic storm
the future formed in view adored
by past and present folk
Enchantress Eris cracking eggs
offering the golden yoke
beware those of feint heart
you may choke and fall apart
A warrior oak one must be
to taste this egg of the free
Golden and delicious it tastes to thee
hanging high upon a Tree.

That place

For I was once a lowly, empty vessel
fallen - my grace
When all of a sudden
I happened on this place
journeyed through time and space
left those worlds behind
eyes unstuck as I do look
my mind no longer blind
Filled now to the brim
knowledge of sagacity
burns deep within
Wisdom of the ages
power of the sages
seen from whence it all began
right from the very start
Ancient mechanical art
primary part, primed by the heart.
Saint modan sway'd as he played,
the system's machine.
Harp of opposites to encompass all
From animal rite, to the present day
on into the future and then back to relay
gifts more right on linear times
and lessons about the world
for those that are yet to be
image of the lighted sun
vision of the glee to come
vision of enlightened souls
Vision of the free.

Harp of the mountain top

Harp of the mountain top
Harp from beyond the dell
Two harps to choose
and cast that spell
From treacherous ground
to a mound so round.
Harmony to the din
and realisation it's within.
Follow now your chartered brook
make thine eyes become unstuck
from harboured walls - set free
ventured far into sea
choose tranquil waves - onward pale.
Avoid the torrent of the Gail
sail toward that luminescent
far off distance shore
united by that one particular law
nature at the core
so choose that door
upon which your future rests
and listen to the harps at their best
be the guest and the host
lift thy tankered for the toast
now drink the wine of your good liking.
Feel the lightening striking
hitting the spring of wisdom's well.
Scented with a vibrant smell.
Harp from beyond the dell
with cords from hell
we bid you farewell.
Mount top Harp of harmony
spanning notes of the journey
bound by every sound that is worthy
and onward bound the quest will be
from Gene to Gene and tree to tree
until that treasure is begot
and man remembers what it forgot.
Sages down the line
seers throughout time
Subtly sublime in their masterful rhyme
Directed through mine,
for future signs in peoples minds.

Buried treasure

Guardian of the great toil
where buried treasure lay in soil
excavated by unfading lights gone by
Showed the path with lantern high
Showed the ground a one with sky.
Taishatrin folk did tell the tale,
intent was on the vision bent,
future lent before its sent.
Tale of the merriment, of the angels harps
cheering on all good hearts.
Now remember, when you cast your spell
for the future to tell,
avoid using harps from beyond the dell.
That's Dante's hell avoided well.
Use this omen to quench your fire.
Ferment intent, so strong and pure.
desireth of a final cure.
No number two to divide and conquer.
One whole is greater than its parts
It's where it ends and where it starts
Creation and its Buona partes.
guiding lost hearts on its way
Souls so lite and free from pain.
The mount top harp plays again.

Folk in road

Sudden and surely as surely as suddenly it appears
Wholeness, completeness, as witness
mine eyes do blink and my mind does think
as rational thought betrays this vision
truth lay bare and so clear, freedom from the prison.

sudden and surely as surely as suddenly it appears
future, past and present moulded into one
Philosophers’ rock, a predictions stone
Fork in road, which way to go?
Follow the light in your heart, enjoy the journey from the start.

sudden and surely as surely as suddenly it appears
You can view that which fills your soul
ignore the path that you can't control
rearrange your brain to a higher frequency
on your way, tread gentle and full of glee.

Who invented time

Who invented time?
bring them to my chamber!
now rapscallion how do you plead?

Well. . . . I - just bored sitting
started to observe cycles of the sun
the way the eerie shadows run
when at once I happened on a pattern
upon the big round flat'en.

Rapscallion is this how you plead?
boredom caused this evil deed?
boredom laid the gauntlet,
however, twas you that bonded,
when agreed to boredom's want,
now. . . how do you plead?

I showed a friend who told his brother
then another, they voiced it’ll bring them power
use it to control the people
control the sun or so it seems
but as knowledge grew o’er my discovery
so did knowledge of skulduggery.

Rapscallion did you pass the book?
now look! We are here to hear you right
you observed light and called it day
why did you have to get carried away?

It wasn't me that created day
just observed it happened that way.
knowledge spread, cat out of bag
life became a real drag
since that time when time came to be
it wasn’t my fault you cant blame me


then who shall we blame?
with an excuse so lame.
we haven't got time for this little game!

Sir, if you have no time for this little game
go further into your mystified brain
now, if you have "No Time"
no charge, you can lay?
release me from I chains
as I have done for you.

you have answered honest true
for this we thank you.
Upon my words spoken
your chains will be broken
tis merely a gesture, of gratification.
for viewing that fallacy called polarization
You've opened a door, to another dimension
by un-inventing that invention.
Once observed with good intention.
Set two sides spiralling, on one course,
totally inspiring universal laws!

In betweens

In this world of in-betweens
the palace ere-in that creates my genes
causes my dreams as I lay awaken.
through spiral twirls of ages past or yet to come
eternal drum, infinite beat
in this world of voids and in-betweens
the place ere-in where logic does not dwell
where order is considered hell
consumed in the abyss of a souls mind
entered in or is that out
from where before the start begins
right to left, left to right, there is no wrong
time isn't short or long
high and low become one flow
singularity extinguishes polarity
in this strange land of pre-conscious mind.

Pre-Pre-conscious

Pre-Pre-conscious creation
TIS facets of sparkling electrodes
glimmering through the chaos
shimmering toward the order
luminescent form with no matter
TIS delights of the highest order
intuitions beyond the boarder
but from this disorder
these infinite possibilities
Like characters in a play,
improvised acting in multiple dimensions.
Memories stored on vibrational strings,
all knowledge past and present.
Self luminescent spark, out of DNA.
Electrical storms, beautiful lightening strikes,
travelling from priori
hitting posteriori with a thud.
oh glinting, fleeting, showering
that middle positioned switch.
Marvelled at the door,
saw it in the raw. Blinded before, stopped at the core
entrance to the storm.
Even though unable,
to travel through.
Still can see the start of form,
that genius bit as it does hit,
the intuition born.
quenches rational thought.
inner shining light of souls.
Pure thoughts freshly found,
not clouded by veneer, nor misinterpreted by fear.
purest existential wave.
Knowledge built upon knowledge - not!
Knowledge buried under knowledge closer,
still not true! déjà vu what do I view?
no obverse, no front and back
providing the knowledge I do lack.
From the black into the mind
a mirage makes things clear.
Refracted image, summoned from far
brought extremely near
easily examined from outside of the in.
Never truly realised
imprisoned by the view.
Every time I visit here
the answers do appear
TIS resplendent, triumphant,
succinct design.

PC

Every man woman and child
an equal to the other
as I sit in my chair
and pull the PC near
it suddenly becomes clear
World Wide Web
Virtual world! for us to explore
cities with shops, news and opinion
social places - catch up with friends
keyboard the car, the boat and the plane
now were living in the fast lane
city life, then the country for a break
lunch by a Google lake!
Need an answer? Ask the oracle
don’t wander down the wrong path
danger still lurks all around
keep your feet on the ground
walk around, create some real estate
In the domain in which you reign
sell a product, learn something new.
This world is ours -virtual powers
count your blessings it’s yours to use
you really can’t loose
driving on the super sonic digital highway
I did it my way
I’ve arrived and I’m here to stay
binary security blanket, won’t let it go
society together can grow.
The grand plan, dismissing lies
unfolding before our very eyes
humans with humans in common
no race or breed, no religious creed
no pseudo science fluff
independent, un-dependent blogosphere
joined as one union of minds
open and judged by the whole
society of no hiding
so do unto the other, as you would have done to you.
Potentially great if we become one race
running with each other
holding hands, all over our lands
interconnected, everyone respected
levelled the playing field
a tool for humanities shield
real-time, free for all.
Surfing the city like a spy in recognisance
With a mission of significance
absorbing it like Jonny five
like a sponge that came alive
in this world I can strive
hope for hope and do my bit
together creating a quad bit
of human whit, as we design
a future that’s fit for all of those who live in it.

Eris hat

Atom and eve; positive and negative.
Eve cast so dark.
The thieves, the eves, damo: the tea lady
adam the centre of the nu-clear-verse
ideas plucked in visionary state
quantum theory opening the gate
not only measurement, observed, change
but rearranged, tis so strange
what we think becomes created
so easy now for you to see
and now we have the knowledge
and the net
no probability should be let
open system that’s fair for the whole
people control, not controlled
future planning is for us all
working together,
creating, observing, directing,
a planet that is free
from bigotry, division and lies
law of fives is where its at
wearing my Eris hat
I see through the trap
field curse, perverse universe
cogito ergo sum
cogito ergo video
cogito ergo, cogito video, ergo cogito sum
discordian discord is not my lord
fnord fraud
chaos is but here and there,
everywhere not just the start
blank chaos is what I see
this choa can be potentially
what we would like, epistemically
ordered for the sake of right
multiple options manifest
is our choice to choose what’s best
to suggest not in jest
to manifest in jest
destiny driven out of the ether
Eris working, provides what you need
if only grey face shadows, would disappear
we could be transcendental masters
and see things clear.
Playing, cajoling because none is true
until we search and create our state
learn the game then mix it up.
Let nature decide, she'll fill your cup
you can’t conceive, you must believe
there are no realities.
Patterns everywhere.
Patterns in infinite possibilities
that have been searched for
a number of years!
do not impress, Eris the goddess
she wants no less
than complete and utter mess
problem, reaction, solution
and then came the revolution
spun on its axis
empire crumbling for another to rise
is this the choice you put before your eyes?
If you will choose lies
profess order to be truth, alone
We know it can be useful
but trick it will remain
science of the system
science of the game
order is a goal and that’s all it is
it does not require an edifice
Intent - intuition lent
Chaotic storm, manufacturing form.
Creating from the norm.

Distorted wave

Distorted wave particle
light and sound bent around
twisted interpretation tool of manipulation
spectrum infra red, infected?
infra blue protected?
royal blue of the highest hue
Europa too right on queue
united nations, blurred the lines
played the colours of association
the highest language of our creation
indicator, hidden in plain view
conveying a message that seems to be true
beware of colours and associations
they stifle real-World observations
confabulation of every nation
confusion as they are played by the fusion
living life through illusion, conclusion?
Use your soul to control the whole
never be divided. You know what’s right
when it’s in plain sight
intuition is the key.

Savannah

Evolution or Genesis
is this the point, that I did miss
There both easy, to dismiss
It’s in the question
That it does fail
The premise becomes very frail
Is it this? or is it that?
Limiting the options
It’s neither if you must know
You can’t comprehend
What it is, in the end
Too random to be created
Too ordered to be evolved
Grand design suggests a plan
Metamorphosed by man
To give it a label
and try to understand, to give a hand
To a mind blinded by logic
Grouping mentality, herding wilder beast
Sanctity in big tribes
Eventually, the queen bee, will decree
I own you’re free!
Six days you say and out of clay
You really are so lay
Get a grip, close your lip
You really sound, like a dipstick
I don’t mean, to be pessimistic
But do you expect, that I should not object
That I don’t use my intellect,
to select and reject, agree every object
was made in that time
You’re having a hoot, were not moving back
We got rid of your controlling system map.
The trouble with groups of any kind
Is that we always revert back to the hive
Power in people goes to their head
They soon see red, as they control the whole
We’re all entrapped, and that’s the goal
On the savannah some would say
Humanity killed and carried away.
Survival of the fittest
Good when your on-top
When you’re on the bottom
You’ll beg for it to stop.
The questioned skewed with your logical views
Inherited from the past
Try something new, take a new view
Think for yourself. I wish you good health,
Whatever your decision
I’m just living my own perfect vision.

Take what you want

If you take something negative
From what I give to thee
You haven’t read it carefully
Now go back and view
And see a new
The message I bestow
Switch your mind to my illusion
My brief and conclusion
It’s all about fusion
Taking my vision adding to your precision
Of the ultimate position
of empathy for all.
See my mind and all around
I’ll see yours and respect it so
Keep growing wisdom, from every angle
Researching, to the nth degree
Liberty for all good souls, to express their views
This is my mirage, for you to take
Use it if you like, or lose perspectives sight
It can’t be bad; it’s just your mind
Making your vision, an imitating kind
suppressing your potential, making you blind.
Now hear my rhyme, as I talk sublime
It’s not a crime, to walk in the shoes
Of those people, with different views.

Fifty percent

I've taken time, listened to your Debate
you really are masters of the irate
both sides appear wrong, hoodwinked, tricked, obsessed.
Ridicule each other, for your fundamentalist ideas.
Reductionist, religionist, scientist even a witch, Twist!
Brain seeks order from the wickedness of chaos.
seemingly random events of unfathomable, Galactical, magnitude
Paradoxical the truth, when all said, done
Null the truth, depends where you stand.
logic a tool to contain orderly fashion.
Explain me this, make order from abyss
The more you profess, the more mess.
Knowledge upon Knowledge from the very start
The system you both, try to describe
Can perpetually, eternally add to the lie.
The biggest con of logics proud heritage
Religious or heretic, scientist or layman, trick!
Depends which click you chose to join
Circular reasoning at logics most basic state.
on and off, one and two, creation.
So if it does, then who are you
to tell anyone they don’t have a clue!
None can be proven, observed or equated,
Listen to none of the above, saturated.
Dawkin and Shmuley, have the answers, not!
They can only detail part of the plot.
Two sides to logic, make it work
so what’s it worth, in the end?
Let’s not pretend to know the whole
it’s Fifty percent if any at all.
division sustaining the rise and the fall.
Logic must appeal to empirical zeal, real!
It really won’t cut the mustard, disgusted!
How can you even start to know?
That which is chaos, measured with logic
A fallacy I see! Inductive fallacy, deductive
two sides you see, to twirl reason.
nomenclature classification, hyperextension of divination, sublime obligation. So stop telling us what is right
Really don’t understand what's in plain sight!
You’d keep schtum if you really knew
you’d agree to disagree, accept opposites literally.

Volcano

Silicon valley in the sky
Glass raining down
Raging Tower inferno
Erupting Mantel
Plates are shifting
Echoes in the Hallow
Vibrations from within
Reeking havoc in its wake
Tower starting to shake
We needn't worry about this one.
It's big brother could be woken.
And mark my words that are spoken
If that one blows We're all in strife
Could turn out A very short life.
“Nature never did betray, the heart that loved her”
Earth is extremely angry
With what we have done
Hope we don’t hear
its full Fiery cries
A scream that could burn
Magnificent Magna Pouring through the Chamber
Bursting into daylight
Lava you become
Spewing your ash throughout your land
Showing your distain
Worlds had enough of playing our game.
We wish you piece Eyjafjallajokull
Rest gentle now Katla
Sleep for thousand years.
Byron implied when mount Tambora cried
Darkness falling from the light
It was the ash and not the night
The Biblical story did then fail
False prediction but fair in its tale
More a lesson to protect the pale
Light of life, life of nature, nature creator
Devine insight, trying to explain with words so blunt
Hidden message that’s good for the world
Gifts for your soul
Read between the lines
Extract what you need
Marvellous, moral discourse,
Its mine and yours! A common cause
The binding clause, a pale white horse.

Poor Yorick

Topic - Shakespeare's Hamlet/ December/ Saints/ Unity. Season's wishes to one and all :)



Alas’ poor Yorick, my dear fellow
You go on like a bellowed fire, Stronger with time.
Skull so round
When you lived, you jested around
Andre T. lost his head over you
Kurius some say
That fellow is you!
Martyred for your cause - I know that is true
Going under Patrick
Hiding, writing history
Brought back to London
Tower door shut upon you
You would never cow-tail
from where you stood
Even against the crown
You refused to sit down
Hung, drawn and quartered
Was your destiny
One of the forty Englanders
One of the free
Canonized for eternity saint of December
Remembered, not forgotten
For the work you have done.
Thank you for reminding us
To be as one.

Mix it up

I like to mix it up see
Just a little bit of anarchy
Not too much, but its part the recipe
Let me explain, I’ll dialectically dissect my intellect
I like comedy when I’m sad
I get down to upbeat music when I am down
I like sad poetry when I’m happy
I like dancing when I feel crappy
You see, I’m living my life, not someone else’s.
I’m not under any hypno - spell - sis.
I use my brain on a spiritual plane
I’m searching and mixing it up
I’m experiencing every reality
From one to another and back to the start
This is the Living Art!

Artists room

The artist room
Combining, Poetry, comedy, music, performing - arts.
Style – Topic Life, Freedom, Love, hate, irony
Subversive anti status quo for the sake of status quo
Pro - light, pro - individual and collective thought.
Pro - acceptance, pro - understanding, Pro - truth
The real sort, not the fake ass kind
Welcome to the artists room
Where everyone with words to say and actions to play
And rhythms to arrange into an array
Everyone says it’s where it’s at
These subsets of sub cultures of cultures
With individual, intellectual, the full spectral
The epiphany of many and all
View and play in this great hall.
The artists’ room feeds your mind with a silver spoon
If your offended easily then F*** off and don’t come.
You have been warned
You have the right to stay at home and do us all a favour.
We’re looking to show you the truth
We didn’t say it would be plain sailing
There’s storms followed by rainbows
Snow followed by sun
There are ups and downs
There are tears of recognition
There’s Laughter and tears of joy
It’s a roller coaster of universal magnitude
It’s polite and rude
Paradoxical and dead straight!
It’s happy and its irate
It’s the celebration of ones own individuality
Coming together with collective humanity
Its overcoming prejudice
Walls between groups
For those who are living and not Zombie dead.
Welcome to the artists room.

Learning

I’m still learning and will never stop
Not to day, what I once was
Not tomorrow what I’ll be today
changing, refining, sometimes going back.
Trying to move forward
but sometimes attached to the past.
Passionately observing data streams
of other peoples dreams
Working out my place in space
Searching for my temporal treasures
Pursuing that of Earthly leisure’s
Labouring for Worldly cures
Finding light in the dark
Enjoying simple pleasures.

Friends and family

Friends and family sitting down
Head of the household cutting the crown
Animated laughter all around
Ivory chattering to the beat
The children’s swaying feet
Adults minding what they say
Out come the platters and the boat
Senses evoked by the fragrant silky steam clouds
Cutlery and condiments now join the symphony
Of happy souls and places, time and faces, chinking to the beat
Fine conversing and chardonnay
Help this quartet play away
Now served, the room falls silent as delight ensues
With personal inside views
Senses dominating rule over language
Food is king for that moment before being devoured.
Slowly now as bellies fill
The rhythm of the beat, cranks skyward notch by notch.
Then winding down the clock
And now its time to leave
You wish you could take that beat and produce it on a white sleeve.
And when you’re gone
You try to play it back for as long as you can
until the memories fade.
Then you do it all over again
maybe in twelve months or even one.
You know it won’t be long
Before your home once more having fun.
Dancing to the beat
Rhythm everywhere as I take my seat.
Sitting at this table I feel complete.

Uncomfortable silence

Uncomfortable silence
Waiting in the wings
Uncontrollably loud
when it rears its head in a crowd.
Elusive, always threatening to appear
We seek it here and we seek it there
But still we can’t grasp it.
No net to catch, No magnet to attract
So we meander on
With hope that it won’t settle down
from its freedoms flight
And make dull our inner shining light
Don’t make the mistake of being, fake,
would be a start
Use humour and speak from the heart
Do this and I assure you the silence becomes bliss
Even if they do boo and hiss
Remember this
You are your soul’s only accomplice.

Man may come and go

Man may come and man may go
But the sun will remain
The skies maybe red and purple hue
In a time when the debt is due
And if in that moment we just go
And cease to come,
the planets spin will still be spun
and the tidal waves will march on.
Even when the people, have long gone
The strings still twang
But your parallel dimensions of proton light
Will have all of given up the fight.
Time to fix what we have done
It’s our only chance that man may come
And start to put things right.

Light Hackers

Where are the internet artists?
Where are the ones who started it?
Where are the warrior angel hackers?
Did they sell out?
Did they forget what it was all about?
Or are they hiding and continuing the work?
Did they hide a Trojan horse within a Trojan horse within the city of web? Did they hack it at the source?
Well of course! What did you expect?
These are people of intellect.
They’re the sane in the game.
Those who created the cyber are made of moral fibre.
The money they earn is enough to sustain them
Don’t let the power go to their head
The angel hackers,
Training more young light crackers
To fight the good fight.
Freedom fighting is always right.
These are the things that make you bright.
Now shine in all your roles
Be weary of controls
Make sure they’re good for human souls.
Domain dot world
Domain dot light
Domain dot doing, what is right.

Theorists

Conspiracy theorists everywhere
Some them paranoid
Some of them scared
A few with an agenda
Leading to the crescendo
Spewing their thoughts all over
Entertainment for the masses
Looking through smeared glasses
Taking you back to an animal state
Trying to break what we built, that was great
Take back your mind before it’s too late
Align yourself with all that is good
Conspiracy theorists that’s you understood
You could die a thousand times per night
If you watch and take on board this hype.
Paralysed by fear, caused by what you hear.
Surely now this will make things clear.
Live in the now
Not yesterday or tomorrow
I guarantee you will avoid all the sorrow.

Loyalty

Loyalty is such a strange word
With a stranger meaning that’s easily swerved
It’s arranged by columns
Pillars built upon pillars
There’s a standard at work didn’t you know?
For some, this standard starts and finishes with one
For others it’s a country or a company
A club or Society
A group of friends or just your family
Hardly a mention of collective humanity
Oh the calamity of loyalties Tragedy
Especially when the pressure is steeped upon
The pillars crack and loyalty is gone
When loyalty ceases to exist
Then who is left for us to rely on
Who will pick up the pieces?
Who will save this species?
Who I ask is loyal to me?
Loyalty is as important as can be
When it’s applied to all of humanity
This is the thing that will bring you sanity
This sanity is not mere vanity
This thing will set you free.

Black clouds

Dark black clouds on a summer’s day
No apparent reason, why you would feel this way
Other dimensions of vacuum filled emptiness
as they seem to plague.
Unable to shift to a higher dimension
Have the knowledge but suppress the apprehension
Pushed it all to the back of the mind
Made the reality, really blind
Seeking to find the happy and kind - Failing miserably
Sensitive like silk to the touch
All this bull dust seems too much
Apprehensions bring with it a hurricane
Facing this storm can make you feel insane
So up comes the block in your brain
offering shelter from the rain.
Just dark black clouds now on a sunny day
Sometimes the dark cast is so black and vast
You wish it would be your very last
And so you start searching for hurricanes
Trying to find the door
You wish you could enter
this storms epicentre
Rather than face
another summers day and its agenda.

Extreme pressure

Extreme pressure ready to implode
Every muscle in tensed mode
Heavy weight pulling down
Pushing up and outwardly bound
It won’t release without releasing the beast.
Does one want to go there?
As but not one problem be solved
And ten more be created
So on it courses through your brain
A storm cloud full of rain, marks you out
You know of the law of attraction
But still you can’t right your reaction
Tired, red, sleepy eyes that cant bare the lies
Blood vessel pop!
A self critic you become
by all accounts, not a very fair one.
Stopped in your tracks
Fallen on your own sword,
without giving yourself a chance.
Formless and free means you can be what you like
You fit into any criteria type.
Perfectionist with a carefree twist
But still you wear that pressure suit
Asphyxiated by its grip
Implode, explode and reload
Then do it all over again.

Noxious clouds

Hells paradise, noxious clouds forming colours bright
If only man could survive this sight.
Beautiful colours of noxious gas
Eventually clearing as the years pass
to late though for all of us.
Who where the ones, who told us not to fuss?
Bring them here, show them what did happen to them.
Let them weep into the bloodied waters of hells paradise.
A place where beauty still exists
But man cannot live nor witness.
Oh the tragedy of hells Paradise.

Fruitless favour

The god of wealth
Inflationary stealth
Never mind humanities health
Alter, Holt-a
Ego nourishment
Give to receive they do believe
Twisted logic, altered state
Charity is the lesson so great
Circular system with good intent
Like robin and his merriment
No dissent, nor upset
These are the things we choose to forget.
Fruitless favour is seen as a failure
Moral cause is mine and yours
Play the game, do it right.
Then humanity will remain in sight.

Equally

Right and wrong exist equally
in logics land.
The heart not head should control the hand
Intuition is the guiding light
Intuition, decides what’s right.
Conscious thought is what should be taught
Mathematics sought
Sold and bought
It really is a biased court.
Can’t even explain what naught is!
Naught is consciences thought, not yours to select.
I reject logics lands completely
It fits together all too neatly.

Times hidden agenda

Times hidden agenda
Time stands still
It uses logic to make ends meet
Forced to travel, so travel it will
Travel both ways faster than light
Appears to be moving but is stuck tight.
In this state happy it will be
So if I reverse it
See the future now.
Make the clock turn backwards
Or start the calendar
Time wont care,
because time stands still,
with every revolution.

Time

Time creates beauty
Time kills beauty.
Its a beautiful cycle of events
The Bloom may die, but flowers live on.
Man may destroy, nature will repair.
With the passage of time
The system adapts.
The answers come fourth.
The compass stays fixed on north.
And if that polar shifts
Time runs backwards
And still time kills beauty
And still, time creates beauty.

Lark

I play with the light
I play with the dark.
I sing bird songs to the lark
I am jagged and round.
thorny and smooth.
sweet like a sugar cube.
I am here and there.
I am everywhere and nowhere.
I am on and off.
Ion, Ioff, Ionasphere, I am on a sphere!
I am free.
I am illogical.
I am I and I is me.

Genius

Genius cannot be controlled
It just ebbs and flows like twisting cyclones,
coursing through brains, supersonic highways.
Unreachable by will alone,
evoked only when inspired.
Often by, most insignificant of things,
other times by such lofty ideas.
Spirit plane, mirrored horizon
Key to past souls,
a library full of lifetimes.
Can’t explain what, how, or who
Can’t comprehend, still it guides in its grace
the Genius that resides inside that place.
Temple’s gate helps contemplate.
empty vessel, without this illusive light.
unknown identity, thing of existence.
Man and his mind, minus time.

About the campaign

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Using volunteer time and skills from our campaign partners (and not public subsidy) we have sought advice about the best way to reach as many people as possible who care about the arts throughout the UK. We know that there are a lot of you out there: it’s estimated that three-quarters of adults and even more children take part in the arts every year. Collectively you will be a powerful new voice for audiences and participants.

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Summer bloom

Fairy land

Take me to a fairy land,
Where no debt of man is due.
Take me to a far away land,
Where the hills are Cerulean blue;
And the sky has crystal chandeliers;
With a sea of Golden feathers.
Take me to this fair land,
Where no ill or pain can be found.
Take me to a place
Where these notions are profound.
Whisk me off, as soon as you can;
Let me craft a map and publish it for all.
Give them a chance;
Let them preview what I saw.
Please take me to a fairy land;
Wishing away my life like quicksand,
Loosely griped in hand.
Take me to a fairer land;
Where I make no apology.
Let me set myself free;
As I sit in the shade of a deep violet palm tree.
This world is mine and always will be.
No red exists here;
Just tranquil sounds and flowing forms;
No raging storms;
Just gentle spawns growing yellow lawns.
No lamp black clouds to feed our crops;
Pristine white and showering light, in fairyland.
Purple hearts of loving folk.
Peaceful Minds throughout.
Oh, how I’d grip that hand.
I’d build a box to catch that sand.
Please take me to a fairer land.
Please take me to where I belong.
Please take me to land of joy and song;
Where everything is right;
And the word wrong, doesn’t exist.
Where every childs belly is blessed with food.
A place where there’s never a sombre mood.
No ways to pay, just in peace and in play.
And when I get here, then here I’ll stay;
living my life in fairyland.

Hemlock

In point of view
Hemlock spur does allure
When death be the only cure
In fractural Worlds I prefer to stay
Least until the actual day

Death to my visionary World
On my soul – will not decay
In waves of timeless, formless, flows
Ever floating in vacuous abundance.

Gadfly lives on there
The Oracle too, does stay
Where illness never does betray
Where freedom is a real-world-play

Offerings that do live on
Did Apollo’s son,
Receive his feathered one?

Panacea for everyone.
It may well be true,
but my final view -
I know that I know nothing!