Moon over Desert

Hole in the Wall: Moon over Desert

Within solitude, there is self-beauty to be discovered.
Engage silence and dismiss the want to share.
And dismiss the necessity to be liked.
And love the abstract of your abyss.
Be satisfied by the soiling and scratching of time.
Whilst crawling and scampering throughout.
The same mistakes.
The same divisions.
The same crisis.

When secrets have long passed their importance.
And the desert sea shimmers under full moon.
Recognise that glorious intent is cyclical.
Without thought and without hoopla grasp this intent.
Without the need.
Without the seeing.

What is fully understood is quickly dismissed.
Your story has the greater impact.
Your synthesis of fact diminishes being.

Nothing will hurt you in your solitude.
Within cyclic patterns enable the time to feel your situation.
What is in determinism.

As an insect in forrige.
And thankful for the ambient light.
The casting your domain is difficult to define.
Let in the universe.
The stars, the planets, the reflected matter.
Shimmer and reflect your unspoken meaning.
Rejoice your memories, your shadows, loss and sense of being.
Move in cycles rather than from left to right, and back and forward.
Rather than in linear action.

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Godin Chat

Godin Chat
Make your story live and cherrish every single scene.
Connect to the grid and revolutionize yourself.

You can shout from the tallest building.
Shop in the deepest arcade.
Eat within the most crowded cafe.

This is your time,  be heard and seen.
Within the scope, we all live within a shadow of revision.
Find the noisy space between the shadows.
Don't remain silent.

Rejoice and celebrate your life amongst others.
As the sun rises.
And as the sun sets.

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Godin Refractive Reflection

Across the scrub and though the winter's cold.
Through the wind tunnels of our cities  we go.
Foraging forward to the promises of warm embrace.

Then when it appears safe to count.
The whispers from our night mind contorts order of  event.
Of what was never to be considered or to be questioned.

What is termed as to be expected.
Is not present in refraction, glimmer  and enticement.
Until the realization when all should be questioned and disorientated.

What turns our attention is not what we seem.
As we are desperately  unhinged from the stories of heritage.
And so it continues this paradox of acceptance and distraction.

We do not want to be seen through distraction.
However as the light  changes  and the whispers entice our attention.
The management of knowing seeps through our figures.

Go to sleep and pass through pulsating dreams.
Wake afresh with new realizations.
It is in unconsciousness we make sense.

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This image can be commissioned as an acrylic painting on canvas

GODin Simulation

And here we think we stand.
Alone and wanting for eternal  love.
We never fully trust research data.
We are fully engineered to trust ourselves and follow gut reactions.

So stand for with me in motion and deny the silence.
There is probability we can enter into new realities.
Scratch this fabric until it bleeds.
Spend time gazing into your own abys.

Stand with me as we defy our controlled order.
How simple it is to watch time erode our constructed barriers.
Our personal walls can be treasured only once poised as in-ruin.
Then we can enjoy scampering over our past efforts.
Whilst trying to remember the gems from our once greatness.

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This image can be commissioned as an acrylic painting on canvas

GODin Well

To the observer, there is enduring sadness within the combat.
To the actual players, there is winning to be gained.
To the interested, there is opportunity to feed from this situation.

Locked towards embracing grief.
We pleasure to chance loss.
It is the conflict that was, and will be forevermore played.
Whether in shadow or in light, continuum is more or less guaranteed.
Whilst technology changes the capacity, nothing is  altered whilst in-play

And so we fall towards the attraction to destruct.
Playing, watching or speculating on the tragedy.
Based on the needs of so few our masses are poised to motion forward.
With innate ability to follow and the specialised  training to accept instruction.
With pipe in mouth and fuel to burn.
With music of promise in radiance of belief.
We deliver ouselfs to a brink.
This manifested virtue.
Rejoice and jump into the deep dark well.
Into this abys of our own making.
This abstract space of spite.

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This image can be commissioned as an acrylic painting on canvas.