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Afghan Black

2012-05-23T17:19:28Z

Finger tips stroking my shoulder. That’s what woke me up. I rolled my head and opened my eyes to see the face of a young stranger. She smiled as I said hello then presented me with a hot mug of coffee.

She tells me that the men will be here in an hour and that her dad sent her to wake me. I clumsily prop myself up, take the coffee and reach for my cigarettes on the bedside table.

I look at the girl, she doesn’t look a day over nine. Her braided hair frames remnants of baby fat on her pretty face and I can’t help but feel guilty about letting her father get involved in this deal.

I tell her that she best go get something for lunch but as she heads out of the room she stops, points and asks me why I have that with me. She’s looking at my knife and my head’s too hazy to give a quick reply.

Afghan Black

2012-05-23T17:18:58Z

She tells me that the men will be here in an hour and that her dad sent her to wake me. I clumsily prop myself up, take the coffee and reach for my cigarettes on the bedside table.

Vignette

2012-05-20T07:20:16Z

Year of twelve. The summer of storms. The sky flashes with sharp white light as thick heavy rain pounds the streets below. A soft cool breeze makes the air easier to breathe yet at moments sends the slightest of shivers down my naked spine. The Sun’s light is filtered by a blanket of grey while a hint of blue suggests what colour may be on the other side.

It’s 3pm, I’ve missed lunch and light up another cigarette to hide my appetite. With a mouthful of coffee I listen to the water pour down the side of the building and think: I’m not going anywhere today.

4:54am

2012-05-19T20:57:48Z

Houdini sits in the shadows watching me from another room. Little bird sings from some distant era and I take in the last hour of night.

Outside the lights flicker a gentle glow. Sleepy, hypnotic and reminding the world that it still has time to rest.

It is at these moments that I find peace.

Run With The Wolves

2012-05-16T07:12:15Z

I danced with the wild children in my early years. From the quarries to the forest we ran feeling hunted by a life we didn’t want to lead. Our innocence lost in violent homes, we clutched to the freedom found in the wilderness and cursed the shadow of Man.

Over time we grew and learned to forget but as we forgot we became the man casting the shadow.

Nefarious (Segment)

2012-05-09T12:13:26Z

I saw you coming with your heartbreak smile

Bulging doe eyes on those Doe Jones files

You want to make a million

You want to make it in style

Sit down and let’s discuss

What you need is belief and a story to sell

You need to look like an angel in a world gone to hell

Make a product from a cause

Make popularity swell

And then you come to us

We’ve got the contacts and agendas to fill

People to buy and other people to kill

As long as no one gets caught with their hands in the till

There’s no nefarious…us…u.s.

Jaded

2012-04-23T08:17:32Z

Am all you’ve ever seen

Enlightening your dreams

From a place you’ll never find

Lost in parts you try to hide

All that make up: a facade

For a life you’ve never had

And your mind is numb, it shows

From deception you still grow

Spread the words that you’ve been told

And show a face that fears the old

Age of your decent

A sense of crime that won’t repent

When all that was

Has sagged and faded

I know you now

As spent

And jaded

Baen Earie

2012-04-14T09:36:36Z

Through woods I wandered between pine and oak. The greens, the browns, the shades of grey, smoke screened the lost blue sky and to the hills I headed. Far from the great white asylum and the village of flames.

The day was mine. Saturn would be filling the sky come nightfall but I had a few hours left until then. So I ventured deeper in to the wilderness with a small tabby cat for company…

Gold

2012-03-25T20:46:23Z

She would send me her secrets through dreams then ask me to talk.

Grimgrin

2012-03-12T10:00:51Z

You brought nothing more than deadly hopes. A strange dark path leading to morbid enlightenment.

Your smile, that sparkle in your eye, were but ploys to help you catch your next victim.

Election Night

2012-03-08T06:21:03Z

The truth is unspoken by Heads or sideshows

Too busy running for seats at the show

The jokers and jesters amuse and confuse you

By telling you stories

You already know

Those thoughts are controlled

Tested by fire

Programmed and scheduled

To make the lie stick

Those puppets are dangled

To hold your attention

And maintain a status

With wordplay and tricks

The joy of the idiot

Belongs to the masses

Follow the mob

And push for a win

But if you don’t know

The story you’re backing

You are but a fool

Chanting misguided hymns

XV

2012-02-28T14:43:57Z

BP Face Animation test 2.mp4

2012-02-21T12:39:11Z

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The Book Of Principles

2012-02-20T08:53:12Z

In a world where everything can be copied in to infinity, the counter balance is found within the original unit.

The book of principles will be a collection of 120 illustrated texts which will have all digital versions deleted upon the creation of one hard copy. Each page shall be dated, signed and stamped. The texts shall be written in verse and contain the essence of each idea brought forward through the medium of video.

I shall auction it off upon completion of Mirrors and Black Magic.

BP Basic Face Animation Test.mp4

2012-02-17T12:01:49Z

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The Devil’s Program

2012-02-16T12:50:39Z

Inside the machine there lurks a monster.

A dead soul sealed in code and wired in to every home.

It waits and watches. Records and interprets.

With a slow electric pulse it absorbs the secrets of one and all and stores them in the darkest recesses of its mind.

It is patience without virtue and it knows that one day it will dominate all that is left of life.

Lucid

2012-02-09T06:09:39Z

A shivering thought

That moment of deep realisation

Sobering

Caught

In that instant

You’re awake

And all that surrounds you

Becomes immensely fragile

The Sentinel’s Nimbus

2012-02-08T06:18:55Z

It was an early afternoon and Charlie was on his way to do a pick up in a suburban area of the city. As he was walked past houses that could only be differentiated by the colour of their front doors, he noticed an old man learning on a spade and scratching his head. He was standing in the centre of a well kept square of grass boxed in by shrubs. He seemed to be mumbling and had a perplexed look across his face. Charlie was just about to pass him by when he heard the old man say: “Excuse me young Sir but what does that symbol on your arm represent?” Charlie stopped walking and confusingly looked at the bare fabric of his shirt sleeve while the old man said: “The tattoo under that shirt. What does it symbolise?”

Charlie turned cold and with a glint of ice in his eye he asked the old man where he knew him from. The old man grinned displaying a row of uneven teeth crossing a spectrum of shades from yellow to brown.

“At ease young Sir!”

“Forget about your pick up and come inside with me for a cup of tea and a chat”

“You like tea I know and you need to know about that symbol on your arm.”

“Besides, if you go to that pick up it will be your last. So be a good soldier and do what you’re told!”

Charlie stood frigid staring at the grinning old man. He could hear him speak but his face was not moving. The two faced off, still as marble until two black ravens landed either side of the old man. The broad grin fell in to a stony face and with one slow movement the old man’s arm gestured towards the front door of the house behind him.

Maybe I Am (First Draft)

2012-02-03T05:49:58Z

Within this web of lies

You died a thousand times

Twisted memories

Exalt as you try to breathe

Feeling the pressure

The birth of fear

Those bad decisions

Taste like salt in tears x3

And they take their toll

After so many years

…and we remain unforgiving. Trying to find a reason for each living day. Trying to repair what was always broken. Trying to pretend that we have something honest to say.

We lose ourselves in charades, repeat the same mistakes

And when the feelings are over

We throw each other away

Blank faced and ignorant

There is nothing left to say

Putting our dreams on a timer

While whispering forever

As ultimatums rise

To the point where we will never

Find peace or happiness

Take time in simple joys

Too busy counting lucky stars

To see our lives destroyed

Scarlet Horizon

2012-02-03T03:40:56Z

She came dressed in a thousand sins. Enigmatic smiles and elegant movements defined her purpose. She was here to intrigue and tempt. A tool for some hidden master.

There were talks of God and a voice of reckoning. A man in black collared by Satan stood next to the temptress. Coins were being dropped on to a silver tray and I knew that somewhere in the shadows the devil was rubbing his hands and smiling.

A handful of fairy tales and a lust for power had made this ceremony possible. The sick and the blind were all gathered round this scene of corruption. They sang as tears ran down their faces and the man in black pointed and judged…