Friday, November 9, 2018

Celeste Luminous Transcendence


Overwhelm our logic
From personalized layers of interpretation
Feared, worshiped, and misunderstood

From folklore to fairy-tales my story circles
Threatening, protecting and wilding
This uncivilized self
This authentic nature
This warning
This I don't know

My predatory nature 
My sweat sweat talk
Something is not quite right
I am the death of me

Challenge me to confront
Better ruined than dead
In this dream of crazy sounds

I fiercely seek shelter
from ill wind
from shackles
from shame

Distant callings
Come back into the light
from devastation to heartbreak








Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Napkin Art Table 33


Restoration of the ideal
The Liberatores
Why, this is violence?
Et tu, Brute?
We are once again free






Saturday, November 3, 2018

Celeste Full Moon


Focus and concentrate and you will miss
You will be stymied by your knowing
The answer is in your chaotic mind
In the wonder
In the divergent
In your unconstrained creative cognition

To survive you need greater conceptual expansion
To extend traditional conceptual boundaries
To break free as needed
To invent the appropriate
To manifest your original being

Your beliefs are so exciting
Hold onto them despite the evidence
Reach for the moon and think outside of the box





Saturday, October 27, 2018

Napkinart Day of Titles


The more rational
The morally better
To be both 
Pleasing and analytical

Disturbance
Revolt
The struggle for liberty

The Church and the Aristocracy
Seize the cathedral's bells and push open the city gates







Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Caricature ScoMo Wonky


ScoMo "it's all a bit wonky"

Chin up he said, it’s all a bit wonky, sure, but we’ll smash those Labor bastards
The Guardian 20/10/18







Saturday, October 20, 2018

Celeste Judgement Flower of Prey


Like tears in the rain
Knowing all at once
This is not what we wanted
Trapped in this territory
That is deliberately scented to mask the  stench of our failure

So much bloodletting
Even to get even this far

Dancing repetitively across countless seasons
Hiding within one deception before attempting another
In praise of what is willed to become
I don't own my future

Plain and  unadorned and stumbling across timespans
On the surface
Everything recorded for keeping purposes
But acting as tokens that represent so much more
To the effect that
What is hidden is made to appear even more appealing

Hidden as a threat
Hidden for ownership

In secrecy
The promise that those who lie will lead themselves to death
Accepting that the more powerful gain invasive power
Through deceiving the meek
And this populous is frozen
It sits on own hands
In recognition and in horror of those that implement outrageous cunning








Sunday, October 14, 2018

Celeste All Dreams Prelude 1 Video

To see
All her dreams
Her darkened dreams
Her emergence from darkness
In darkness alone and awake

Once we were gods
Reflecting in the mirrors of imaginary time
A warrior woman to protect us
Of angelic intent

Knowing of past tears and flame
A woman of the cross
Grieving in choice and loss

Her persona
Her persona observed
By three faces
Whom who sees all ocean waves






Thursday, October 11, 2018

Celeste All Dreams Prelude 1


To see
All her dreams
Her darkened dreams
Her emergence from darkness
In darkness alone and awake

Once we were gods
Reflecting in the mirrors of imaginary time
A warrior woman to protect us
Of angelic intent

Knowing of past tears and flame
A woman of the cross
Grieving in choice and loss

Her persona
Her persona observed
By three faces
Whom who sees all ocean waves






Monday, October 8, 2018

Celeste Demon Cage


Sacrificed to celebrate loss
Adoration as the judgement falls
All flaws are exposed
As small and insignificant histories

Where generosity leads demise
Forced, captured and impounded
The ritual once initiated has to be completed
To endure the next cycle
As a lesson learned
To strive from failure
Through strategy of small loss

In time
And in the power of time
Once possessed as property
Reborn and yet returned
You must wait until approved
Until the deception is honoured
Before you can act
before you are human again
To regain your reputation
In adoration of yourself





Sunday, October 7, 2018

Caricature Tony Abbott



“There’s no way I would be hanging around like embittered Kevin Rudd or Tony Abbott,” Mr Turnbull said. “Seriously, these people are like, sort of miserable, miserable ghosts.”







Saturday, October 6, 2018

Photo Tropical Moon





Some ask 
Some say 
But everything is subjective
When you stand and notice

Does it matter?
When you try to react
When it is dark
When the moon finds you
When you are in beauty

In your place
In alignment
Those voices in your head
What is it you want to say?
Adoration of self 
Glow
Your power to change









Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Photo Java Cloud





Here comes the transformation
And the waves of all hype

Realize the dangerous assumptions
Don't assume that it must be done
Don't pretend that it's all about your crazy

Celebrate all implications
Impede haste and urgency
The nebulous demands
The fuzzy strategies
Stand strong and let it wash over

It is about your solutions
Your appropriateness
Your making sense
Your offerings to the demi-gods of change

Mission-critical
Synonymous in doubt
Expectations and confusion
Your unique attributes and characteristics
The fools who rise to divine rank







Sunday, September 30, 2018

Photo Bali Night Sanur





Even as the junk silently roles in, your normal can be revitalise
Depending on mindset and inquisivity
Flowers can bloom for you
Sculptures can mentor
Trees whisper
Leaves comfort

Between cloth and stone, your essence can beam
When released from duty
As permission is given to self-forgive
Breath in 
Pause 
Then exhale








Saturday, September 22, 2018

Celeste Judgment





What follows is what is determined
In the judgment, the decision, the point
The pleasure of ending
The pleasure of starting
The wonderment of Yes and No
The knowing of winning
The learning in loss
Here right now
In judgment

Create your future
Own your intended legacy
Describe your foreverness
Invest in your decisions
And then your time will begin
In the measurement of Celestial Time







Thursday, September 13, 2018

Celeste in Contemplation


How to feel absolutely renewed
When transforming from regeneration
Methodically and slowly as it goes
From what happened to a continuous re-event
In this box of instantaneous events
Where past and present compete
Wrapped by a transparent membrane
All is safe

From those who say
You are altered
You look different
Your appearance and personality has changed

So begins the lying to self
Of moral injury
Ethical transgressions
And traumatized
Pounding flashbacks
Lost of trust
And finally resting in a residue of failure







Saturday, September 8, 2018

Photo Cullen Bay Utensils





I want the direct experience
And devour it in full
And in the presence of my time

I do not want incomprehensible transcendence
Nor do I want the just of divine intervention

I want to profit whilst bathing in enlightenment
Make profit whilst demanding entitlement
Bask in my overwhelming brilliance
And wanting to hammer the life out of itself

Questioning the thing in itself
To employ the utensils of power
To challenge our spectrum
To become limitless








Sunday, September 2, 2018

Photo Java Time





When flying into Java
You see the passing of time
What was now
What will be now
The transience of change
The possibility of immanence
Soon to be death
Soon to be rebirth
Magnificence and devastation








Sunday, August 26, 2018

Celeste Power in the Attainment


In this game, it is important to assume many characters
Be malleable
Bend do not break
Disregard your personal virtues and attend to the event at hand
The game
Play to win
Disregard other people's affairs
They will cost you time and reward

To understand other people's motives you must know your own
Be wary or they will gain on  you
Hide your path
Invest in your cunning
Your decency
Your manipulation
Your want to win








Saturday, August 25, 2018

Celeste Sacrificed Self


The illusion of being deliberate and in control
In disregard of difficult and painful feelings
This habitual self-harm is difficult to stop
I'm overdosed on power and challenge

I am comforted by the covering of evidence
I am the one that got away
The one that sneaked under your radar
And whilst you do not know me
I am powerful
I shine through my self-inflicted damage

Through the cuts and compulsion
The burning and infliction
The scratching and wrenching
I see myself within those that I kill
They do not see themselves in my ascension

And when the act is completed there is a momentary stillness
A silenced and protected space
A place for me
This, in my sense of achievement
My rebirth is in the possibility of next







Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Celeste Goya's Dog Paradox



Celeste Goya's Dog Paradox
Reawakened as your own victim
From your once grandeur
Of yesterday's colonial might
Enter the paranoia
The loss of identity
Kill to be killed
Rape to be raped
Pilfer to be pilfered

The illusion of territory gained
False promises of maintaining identity
Kill the rabid dog
The dog is you
Protect what you wanted to destroy

To bring this world to an end
To return to your righteousness
Paid for through ruthless means
The real cost is your victory







Saturday, August 18, 2018

Celeste The Dog Within


All national efforts have been carved up
All of the brick and mortar
All cultural artifact
Historical parasite continue to impact

All future efforts will be fated by past decisions
An echo chamber mindset
Reinforced through bio-morphic resistance

The degree of better has forever been tempered
Mannered
Stylised

A massacre of ghosts  gather
Of previous authority
Of righteousness
We rejoice and sing like dogs

Whilst our platforms are constructed on limited and non-existent knowledge
We seek expedient opportunism
Aspirations undercut and underscored by an incremental promise
Ex-post-facto cut and slash away

Forlorn and miserable
At loss with hope
The endless churn
The hoopla barks
The campaigning power brokers
Lavished in the playground of unresolved conflict
Tic for Tac
Brinkmanship

Another cyclic dilemma
Yes, here we go again
Driven by manifesto
Forever subsequent
Forever doomed to never ask the basic question

We locked ourselves into a trajectory of self-preservation
And like a war dog
Unmercifully slaughter the enemy







Saturday, August 11, 2018

Photo: Our Condition Machine





Condition our water
Condition our air
Condition our food
Condition our movement
Condition our landscape
Condition our thoughts
Condition our identity
Condition our histories
Condition our future
Welcome
Enjoy





Monday, August 6, 2018

Celeste Pathological Calm


Does it move you away from hate
Onward one step at a time
Further on from death

You are reassured, self-motivated and calm
Fine the separation between the civilian and personal mindset
Power and welfare
Autonomously permitted through rank

Changed by your cultured stance
Identified as the essential mechanism of the situation
I am better than thee

The space between relationships well-being responsiveness, reactive thinking, and stress triggers
Purposed to be in the game







Saturday, August 4, 2018

Celeste And Then The Vision


Take action
Your line in history is now
Who's side are you on
Stand straight and strong

In line and in hate
In remorse and in death

Lost in what could be
Not knowing how it became to be

Take the first step
Let the noise and mayhem in
Immersed and engaged in action
No longer to hear
No longer to see

Put yourself in the dangerous position
Make yourself dangerous







Saturday, July 28, 2018

Photo Luna Eclipse





While the blood moon falls, there is mischief
Attack and devour
Kill the king revolt and embrace dystopia
Our god is dead

Take flight and hide
Pray and chant healing words
Ask for their  forgiveness
Celestial bodies depend on your reaffirmation

This is not judgment day
All is beautiful and in place
Dismiss your concern and return to work





Friday, July 27, 2018

Celeste Seek Shelter Now


Ordinarily, death seems out of reach
Never considering whether you are within reach
Protected by a ton of metal and plastic, by policy, law, and mother
So why do I want to watch
In awe in shock in the realization that you are soon to be dead

Knowing and  watching and doing nothing about it
The spectacle  that is breaking news

The adult I never thought I would be
Right here right now, wallowing within nihilist questioning
Questioning self
Is this the real?
Is this how I should feel?
Watching you die