Sunday, August 13, 2017

Hole in the Wall: The Tide Formed My Pool





The Tide Formed My Pool

When the tide wash in from billions of kilometers away.
I found myself tossed within the mirth.
And within this stirred up sentiment.
In the rubbish and the forgotten.
I became my new reality.
The one of prosperity and real economic growth.
As best described by the social commentators of the day.

Despite the widening gap that separates the haves and have nots.
And the separatists and the terrorists.
And the defenders of old orders and wants of youth.
And the arguments that form the threats of war
My new found contentment places me.
Within the data of acceptable trends.
Within what is normal for my age.
My gender.
My genetical heritage.

Then as forecasted, the tide seeped out.
And so began the new realities and our new stories that had to be acquired.
Just look at me, as I shine under the cyclical moonlight.
As now in true fullness, I bloom and reflect calm beauty.
In stillness and patience, I make little comment.

I shingle and sparkle in my owned bubbly pond.
The rocks, concrete, coral, shells, and plants decorate my boundaries.
I splash, wallow and dart in the confines of my fortress.
Under the canopy of stars.
Of the milky way.
Of the cosmos.
Of this wondrous existence.
Make no mistake, I will defend any threats that question my existence.

And as though in sickness I still continue to want and consumption.
I am insular and demanding.
I am forever hungry.
I have been nurtured to this right.
It is deep in my soul that I act out my exterior avatar.
I know that my reality is translucent and fragile.
No matter what reinforcement I shape.

It has been through hard work and determination that this pleasure became mine.

It is not in my sense of being to reach deeper into myself.
I refuse to self-doubt, my time.
I have other who do that.
Those who charge themselves to represent me.
They take the opportunity to discover my part of their within.
They are paid well.
As a pack of interconnected zealots, they quarrel to influence my approval.
But I refuse to approve as I am too busy tendering to myself.
It's just that I want to experience the moments of conscious existence.
As would a stone, a twig, or leaf touched by night light.
Make the noise to seek my attention.
But I am not listening when I'm feeling rewarded.



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




Monday, August 7, 2017

Hole in the Wall: Pool Time



Hole in the Wall: Pool Time
I wanted to fly to another planet, but I first built this swimming pool.
My dreams just started getting away from me, and then I let them go.

In the heat of the day, I plunge into my pool.
My refreshing water.
I own it. I work for it.
When I'm tired of my thoughts I submerge into it.
When I'm confused and in panic, I fall gently into it.
I emerge feeling invigorated and comforted.
Continuation seems so easy once and only after submerging in my cool clear water.

My dreams to transform my life never eventuated.
I knew it once, when  I was promised myself to achieve.
I could aspire.
You never fail when you attempt to chase.

Somewhere I needed to reconcile between the obtainable haves and impossible wants.
Have I succumbed to failed by fabricating my mediocrity prison of pleasure?
Am I floating in falsehood
Am I wallowing in water of hindrance?
I built and tender to this my own 3-meter submersion of comfort.

In my moment before death, will my pool be there in easy memory?
Will it be replaced by morphine?
Will regrets of attainment hound me?.
Will I feel satisfied?
Will I discover what I was born for?

Whilst under water nothing eventuates.
I feel released.
Whilst under water the world passes me by.
I can just watch.
I feel contented.
I am no longer the wonder.
I am just here wanting to feel good.
In happiness for the now and in happiness for the tomorrow.




This image can be commissioned as an acrylic painting on canvas

Sunday, July 23, 2017

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.




This image can be commissioned as an acrylic painting on canvas



Thursday, July 13, 2017

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.


Saturday, July 8, 2017

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.



This image can be commissioned as an acrylic painting on canvas





Thursday, July 6, 2017

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.



This image can be commissioned as an acrylic painting on canvas

Sunday, July 2, 2017

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.



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


Thursday, June 29, 2017

GODin Pot






GODin Pot


In our time of relative peace, there are those who will forthrightly blame others to gain ascension.
They seek revenge through blinded principles.
But it is foolish for our society to gain prosperity from grounds of wrong.
To gain via perceive threats is untenable.
Centuries of thought have passed and still our want to employ hate lingers.
That is, to stop others and to gain our wants through forced misfortune.
And as our inflictions grow in number so does our determination.
Us theirs and ours cannot be decisively contained.
The more our empowered profiles gain clarity the less our perceived enemy is defined.
Until our enemy has no humanity that we can describe.
Until only shouts of evil and defiance describe only our state of understanding.
Within this scenario of threat, our real purpose is deliberately camouflaged.
And us we and they can no-longer see and or remember what was.
This is how our leading few maintains normalization.
Scratch this delusion and you will see that it is ourselves who are actually broken.
Our way of life is the tragedy of which we will not openly speak.
Our cost of understanding is misfortune.
Our consumption of self-hate is profitable.
We hate them for solace.



This image can be commissioned as an acrylic painting on canvas

Monday, June 26, 2017

Godin Paradise


Godin Paradise
And when the door is left open
Weary from all those confrontations
Are there any who really feel at ease?
With those who are prepared to pay
And others are paid to ward off evil
With money in hand quality of service is near enough guaranteed
So that the hordes of fattened bodies are able to bask in the sun
Tendered to, by their belief in the protection of wealth
In this a slender time where nothing can be permitted to go wrong
And yet in this field of bliss, we tentatively know reaping can rear and strike


This image can be commissioned as an acrylic on canvas

Monday, June 12, 2017

Hole in the Wall: REFUGE strip



Hole in the Wall: REFUGE strip
We have the consciousness to make sense of our physical realities.
We do not have the physics to make sense of our consciousness.
Why do we need to protect ourselves from our own inventions?
As we normalise the killing we design safety nets that are thin and ultimately useless.


REFUGE STRIP image can be commissioned as an acrylic painting on canvas


Sunday, June 4, 2017

GODin Equilibrium



GODin Equilibrium

The haste to make common sense is immediately erroneous
But that doesn't seem to matter in the world of simulated comfort
She will be right mate, don't fix it if it's not broken
Common Sense: We need a strong response to threats

The observation must be questioned if the edge is to be protected from the core
Making sense require curiosity 
The majority of mind matters is comforted by delusion
Investigation is the only way forward
Common Sense: We cannot be seen as weak

History repeats under the mantra of common sense
The future is ours if we collectively question
The chance of choice is not within the boundary
Futileness nestles within accepting commonality
Our political leaders maintain fear and conflict as the broker to maintain common sense 
There is a disregard of the intellect 
Common Sense: We cannot be confused by complexity





Saturday, May 27, 2017

Hole in the Wall: Park and Shop




What has been visioned as a cleanly planned future.
With all boxes ticked.
Harmonious with nature, functional and efficient.
The promises that life is good.
Living the advertisement.
Park your car under a tree and shop.





Saturday, May 20, 2017

Hole in the Wall - Roundabouts




Hole in the Wall - Roundabouts

IT THINKS MY MIND
It keeps happening.
Every time I stop to think.
My thoughts spin.
I cannot grasp my mind.
IT THINKS MY MIND

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


Sunday, May 14, 2017

Hole in the Wall - Symmetrical Plant


There is a Hole in the Wall - Symmetrical Plant
In our image, we transcend our control.
To beautify, to make calm and peaceful.
We are magnificent.
What the mundane bring to us is the opportunity to excel.
To defy the pressure of extinction.
To deny meaningless indulgence.
In the mundane we are precious.




Tuesday, April 25, 2017

No Blemish in Holiness



We thought the heavens were perfect
There are no blemishes in holiness
Then we built an entire mindset based on perfection
Millenia of evolved delusion

Celestial mechanisms managed by inherited untouchables
The enabling of war, the honor, and pride
Just because the weapon is blessed doesn't mean it is sacrosanct
Just because that machine is beautiful doesn't mean it will not kill on mass

The focus in finding error has lessened the need to make understanding
The priority of profit has enforced creativity as an exclusivity
Institutionalized standards ill-define exclusivity and impoverish blemish






Sunday, April 23, 2017

Godin Hashtag


Within complexity is within chaos
Where indications form collected understanding
Prized open consciousness and reap collective voice
Enabling opportunity, exaltation,  prosperity, and exploitation

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Where is this road taking us p2




Senselessness is closer to godliness.
Our chance is greater than sensing a predetermined order.
Roads and borders have formed our consequence of being.
Once on the flat surface without a line our traverse is both too and fro.
With lines, we learned to know what is too and what is fro.
With lines, we became assured that there is intended purpose.
With barriers, we became to know there is safety in our conscious world.
With barriers, we became assured that there is intended protection.

We protect the entry and we protect the exit.
We protect what is on and we protect what is off.
Fabricating senses to make fabricated sense.
This has become our understanding.
This has become our normality.
A predicted future has been transposed through evolutionary sensors.
Building indicators on indicators.
Captured within historical learnings.

Now trapped, we are too scared to be removed from this order.
If removed there is no enforce heritage.
Our leader's platforms are culturally accepted.
Who lives where, who inflicts, who controls.
Destruction of sensory purpose opens the void.

Knownness blinds consequence.
Controlled by senses that profit order.
Only through the removal of sensory purpose can we enlist the freedoms within chance.

There is no opportunity to remove sensors.
Our masses fear chance.
The chance of entering godliness has been lost.

Lost to the controlling sensors.
The powerful manner what is reason and regulation.
This simulated order is for the prosperous.

The warnings exist but they are not evident for action.
Only through senseless existence can we move closer to godliness.













Sunday, April 2, 2017

SuperHighway




Who would have known
Dulled and sullied
There is nothing random in this fabricated ecosystem
Of building on the failure to vision
Whilst profiting from dealership
How much land would be faced by road






Saturday, March 18, 2017

Godin Still Life




A commonplace object, being within constructed consciousness.
Specialized to maintain critical understanding.
Allegorical manifestations that remain powerfully silent.
There are no dead animals anymore.
Commonalities of concrete, vistas and crafted shapes.
The background is now confined by certainty and knowing.
Prominence, power, and deception.
This is real, isn't it?




Monday, March 6, 2017

Where is this road taking us?



It is the same place and same time
Being in a different time and associated with the same construct
So much place is taken up by the same being
Is the need to move forward a priority over being in place and time?
No matter how far we have traveled the same social construct has remained steadfast in place.





Monday, February 6, 2017

What a bloke

What a bloke, McGuire.


Homophobic Comments



Homophobic comments in the Winter Olympics
''They don't leave anything in the locker room, those blokes,'' said Molloy.
''They don't leave anything in the closet either, do they?'' McGuire said, laughing.
''Careful,'' Molloy replied. ''You'll get yourself into trouble.''
Channel 9 Response: NO COMMENT

Racist Comments


Calling the Australian of the year King Kong, 
The conversation: he is a throwback to the old racist, sexist culture that has blighted Australian sport.


Sexist Comments


The Age: he would pay $50,000 to see  Wilson stay under a pool of iced water and charge an extra $10,000 for "everyone to stand around the outside and bomb her".


Sexist President of Collingwood Passive Decision

He chooses to non-attend the first AFLW game, in which his team, the team he is president of, had the honor to play. Rather than acting as the leader - the President of the Collingwood Football Club, he chose to commentate at a male boxing match.

The Age: It looks like "Eddie Everywhere" McGuire can't be everywhere - or at least not when it comes to women's footy.



Talk is cheap and talk is also easy for this bloke.  What a bloke, McGuire.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

There is a hole in the wall




Hole in the Wall video


Hole in the Wall image


There is a hole in the wall
There is a hole in the wall

Authorities are unsure who will enter through the hole in the wall
Authorities are unsure who will exit through the hole in the wall
Once seen the hole in the wall will be weaponized
Nothing in itself, can be weaponized

There is a hole in the wall
There is a hole in the wall


Thursday, January 26, 2017

Why Australia needs to be a Republic




The action PrimeMinister Malcolm Turnbull will be remembered for, is whether he enacts processes for Australia to become a Republic.

My commitment to the Republican movement was pure and simply patriotism, a love of Australia... a desire or passion that all of our national symbols should be unequivocally and unambiguously Australian. Malcolm Turnbull