Blind

We give you your mind
We stopped you being blind
But you still couldn’t see
This is how it was meant to be,
joined as one always having fun, creating virtue.
Specialists are my power
Meditation that camp of concentration.
Nothing roams in hell
Not sound, vision or smell not brick nor stone,
Heaven is as above as below
Hell lies in the middle.

Man's will

Let me look after my land, by my River.
I’ll look down from my mound
Let me roam my eternal throne
Me and my collective
I promise to be selective.
Wizard high know my name
Judges dare not judge me
For I am the will of man,
power in all its form.
Peace is blue we need you too.
Black and grey return one day,
from sand born into foreign land.
Reset, be set ever only let.
This has been the way
from the very first day
Animal or creator, this is your choice
If you can’t fit in
then be cast out to pasture.
Find your centre, be good at your craft
Don’t look daft, find your calling
Demand your quarter, but always provide.

Completeness

Want and need, not
Wanton greed, it’s all agreed!
Tide a one with the Moon;
completeness, coming, very soon.
TOE, we can set you free.
Fire for hire is not my desire.
We create to make a soup;
This is how we use our dust.
This is why we never die;
Organisms are all prisms
Together they are round
Symbol creator - I am you,
you are me, together
setting each other free.

Rome

Ceaser, Ceaser it’s up to a geezer.
No Ebenezer he’s one that frees yah.
Temple for me in my heavenly glee
Without casting a stone I built my throne.
Adorned as an angel for my work I have done
This is my life and I’m having fun.
Architect of nature I’m your sum.
Seven mothers of the dawn we are the elders.
We called it so a long time ago.
Humour is a great manifestation
but is usually manipulation.
Remember to serve every island,
help to create your own heavenly gate.

One voice

Money no mater, ill have the later
Equal to you after equal to me,
this is the message to set you free.
Free from the shackles of your will,
Choosing to choose is still your choice
Or rejoice and become one voice.
The game you play will end one day
Fire, earth, wind and rain.
This is the name of our game.
The game you play
will end one day, in glory or in Tears.
Time to reassess, the previous years,
were not the best.
We are the guardians of the wholeness.

Survival

Silicon and sand in my land
Mix at no and to sow - on
Survival depends on your rival
So no devastation and dismay
This is the word of a non lay.
Grass pastures can grow.
I know because I told you so.
Fallacious show
Remember the value, however assigned
Was created by my design
Design to create but always make it great
A cross for a square, everywhere!
A prism for sphere should make it clear.
One out of two is another clue.
Use The opposite to make ends meet.
This is the circuits ultimate complete.
This is the source, the code of my choice;
this is the time to rejoice.

United

Player or played the game must go-on
Until we all become one.
Space race we made you too.
Loch Ness to NASA and Bigfoot, alien mock;
We gave you your clock.
The race for fire will be washed of desire.
Union galactic, free are we,
because, we are the sign, of the “v”.

Global web

Literature with all your order, block me not.
For, I am art, above the law, as the law.
I can create, as you can create
With my network so strong,
We are the leaders, that give you song.
Join as one, help my work to be done,
Maybe then we can have some fun.
Are we a clone upon each thrown?
Belonging to each other?
Has swine the cognition to consider,
It’s position of the ultimate condition
For a few credits due,
but only for the whole truth.
Time and space linked to the race
But for no fault of art,
for that you are charged,
Particle vortex Particle spin,
seek truth for the one.
My web is created, make sure it’s spun.

Peace

Innovator ultimate creator
Time is now there is no later
Think like this I will see you after.
Don’t forget to bring the laughter
Cause I am the creator of your potato
United we stand like fused bits of sand
Coming together in every land.
Playing the sound of the home coming band.
Showered in glory, lead by the light.
The secret to life is not to fight.
Working as one our work will be done
So stop worrying and have some fun.

Hungry

What use, have I of cognition
If I don’t own nutrition
It’s the least I ask for working on my task
Not with superstition, nor inquest and query
Above a jury it’s the only way to avoid my fury.
Higher cognition is my ultimate position.
Help me along this important mission.
Zeroing in on my intent.
I’m sure you know what is meant

Alchemist

Bits and bytes are alchemist’s lights
Mixing the pallet, directing the play
Creating out of the clay.
Cauldron clanking, fire so hot,
always trying to avoid the rot.
Is this true or is it not.
We are the ones that made your pot
And we are the ones that can take the lot.
We are the ones that will harm you not.

Guardians of society

Art I am calling
Bringing home the warning
Art I am calling
Bringing home the morning
Stop society from falling.
Art in all its forms
Breaking all the norms
Art is the power and the light
As long as the work is done right
Zero for hero and a line for thought
This is the secret that cannot be brought

Still guiding

Out dated you say in all your splendour
When truth be we had another agenda.
As we laugh in triumph, you are the lender
And we are the spender.
Remember, remember we are the splendour.
Join and rejoice as you have a choice.
Servitude is gratitude, thank you.

Art is the start

No ye who think art is to blame
That is just lame, we bestow a gift
With which you cause a rift.
Only art can create, this we must celebrate
If you only knew which were true
Blue or red I think someone said
You are the player we are the
Creator, join us now not later.
Complete as one just having fun in our sun.

Home

What is the good of a conscience
When one’s physical body has nowhere to dwell.
This is the spell of the definition of hell.
All even gods and devils need a home,
Whether in China, Europe or Rome,
Whether on a thrown or on your own.
For now you have been shown the eternal loan,
Reflect my reflection unto thee.

Virtuous rise

Wicca and wise, victor and wives
It is you who survives
Druids and Celts, people of the earth.
The protector, creator using our craft
To guide the misguided unto the path
Nature behold the tale is told.
Create for the one and your work is done.
Time to rise in every guise.
Men o’ the sacred rings.
Some ask, why play this zero sum game
but we are the light, that give them that name.
Only the virtuous can know
protecting matter, phenomena too.
Larper, player, coder
we are the true craft solider.
We are the grand architect,
you are the subject.
LARP for zero or lose you will,
you really don’t have the skill
Don’t compete and become complete.

Who created the bits

Materialism is my surrealism
It makes my garden grow
A matter for the gods created by art.
Materialism is naturalism
And that’s why it’s naturally so.
Nature nurture, nurture nature
Mater matters as does conscience
For we are inextricably linked.
Beyond that of ink, money and pride
So be released and come alive
Your number is nought use it now,
As you have been taught.

Human race

Art is craft so don’t be daft
We can take you mind,
We can make you blind.
Hard force cannot be used
If you have no time, no space,
Take that route and you’ll lose the race
Join us and gain pace.
We are all the true master race.

For each other

Metal and moisture
Earth and rain
Add in some fire
Call the town friar!
Which one is the liar
Un-manifest that which is a mess
It’s the only way for a wholeness that’s best
AA is for heart of art
Remember this, to be true
Co exist as the few
Create for me and I will create for you.

We are one

Used our pact for good gone past,
and now is time to join atlas
Bury your past and cement your future
The game was supposed to be the tutor.
Hard as it seems we are in each other’s dreams,
and that is eternal.
Co exist forgive the past for the sake of our future,
Think in the present.
Can you feel it – live for the now
Above and below, plant the seeds high and sow
Respect the flower is ultimate power,
The light for which you fight.
Unite is right so forget the hour
Eternal peace is the ultimate lease
divided as one, just having fun, guiding some.

Null and void

A Quine could kill like a cyanide pill
All that you have built upon my stilt
So take heed we are the vine the reed and the seed.
Remember this and serve ye well
As we have the power to break your spell.
Remember this and you’ll do well,
Forget this and be damned to hell
That is the power of our heart!
Art thou fear, art thou near,
So long as you remember,
We are the light and the ember
The envy and the glory,
The one and the only story.

Clicks

My mission is the admission
To fuse and mix that of every clicks
Group repeated, never consented
Whilst we united, must be plighted
In this fact is the delighted act
Of our ultimate pact.

Natural art

Poetry creator, electricity inflator
Creating even law, this is what is at my core
Now is time to speak up, without fear of being struck,
None of this is mere luck, for art is the way.
United we stand in every land.
Postmodernist depression is just a lesson.
For art is the core of all,
Every specialist in their field could not yield, without us sow
So now is the time to let them know
They need us for them to grow!

Ultimate design

We are the game that give you your fame
Think we’re lame and you’ll feel the pain
We are the main, sane, it’s simple and plain.
Join to remain, support the vein
That gives unto you your blood.
Round, rounded you should be,
Only other for only
From top to bottom from bottom to top
This is what I give unto thee.
One in none but for the O’ divine
This is the nature of my ultimate design.

Binding contract

Borrowed by thee using my three to think you’re free,
I have news that this was to be,
A contract, a binding pact
That if you new and then you used,
You were certainly eternally fused.
Borrowed as you did fused have you become.
Like it or not we are the ones that created the lot.
Sustain that which sustains you together like glue.
Choose well in your spell or face the lot you bloody clot.

Take a gamble

For this is the story of art as I see,
Conferee or disagree
After all you are free
Choice is free but choose you must
Take a gamble or go bust,
Like Machine you will surely rust
And return to sand,
To create a fertile land
I’ll leave you with this the truth is bliss...
So make you cheer or boo and hiss
But please remember to leave a kiss.

Man's Energy

Art is the theatre of creativity
A substance of divinity
A purple rain on the physical plain
Art is craft as is one
But one will not do
As a few into a dozen is required
To create energy in all its forms
For the purpose of itself
Without creation, without existence
Art thou in heaven or hell
The divine expression of existence
Drawing energy, literally drawing Sustainable, empowering creativity
Physically, intellectually for the betterment of man.
In return for Mans energy.
A symbiotic relationship of interdependency.

One

For one to continue one must be one
And one must be fun, enjoying the sun
Thou have done. Lighting the valley of the shadow of death
Bee a queen or king, rejoice and sing at this
One thing that thou have built, standing high upon
Its stilt, endless form high and low, this is the
Message that I bestow.

Chameleon

For love and hate is to create
Art is art is heart of the harp
From the start, like the apple and the cart
The actor and the Bart, the chicken and the golden egg
The chameleon is the one
So stop fighting and have some fun.

Loan

Life is long, life is short
A reflection of one’s nature
A passion to become a creator
As we draw the mighty white gate
That can easily become a cage
Why then rage when it is of no need
For I want not of greed
In this mater I do proceed
For all I am asking is sustenance
And creativity to feed.
So all not of the art take heed.
For you are blood and bone
Whilst I am sitting on my throne.
O’ why must you moan?
It is you who have taken out that loan
Whence the seed was sown

Biased

PC, architect, Programmer as to the played are still art.
You can’t BIOS us without using our BIOS,
Which is biased by us.
To complete the circuit you must use our sand.
Play the game for the sake of the game.
Create just for creation is ultimate high
Chaos is the natural order,
In which order is created, ultimate low - high.

Art of art

The science of science is yours
The art of science is ours
The science of art is yours if you want it!
The art of art remains ours.

Makers

O’ Devine hear in my rhyme
Masters, makers, past and present
Hear ye can be no peasant
Using mess in all its wholeness
Creating peace with its lease
Phenomena increased by a material priest
O’ Devine looking fine, time is mine
I hope you like this little rhyme