Monday, December 31, 2018

Celeste Lost Dream Self Immersion


Our deepest mistakes
Ourselves that slipped away
The us we don't understand
That part that is irretrievable
This part that no longer responds
Self-loss cannibalizing self-present
Seemingly at loss in how to ever re-emerge








Sunday, December 30, 2018

Celeste Dream into the Reflective Water


No one finds it easy
In silence
In drowning
In loneliness

This is where I am found
With my deepest want
With my deepest need
With my deepest question

As always my celebratory stars die
As leaders come and disappear
As communities reshape
In dark and gloom
I want to dive in








Saturday, December 29, 2018

Simulated Beautiful


Beautiful requires you to ponder
Beautiful is controversial
Beautiful as described for you

Your understanding of beautiful
Not as you necessarily know it
But how you are trained by others

A collective synthesis
Connected by awe and entertainment
Rooted firmly into rigid definitions and mathematical law
Stamped by credible institutions

And it comes to this
Artist acting as error-inducing and error-correcting agents
Investigating the interest in ourselves
Investigating the recording mechanism
Then the re-run of practice until what was unknown is acceptable









Friday, December 28, 2018

Celeste Volcano, Wolf, Moon & City


The timing is now
Despite all of the logistical and rational deductions
And all key pointers indicate a self-inflicted loss
The symbolic conditions are now in your favor
The optimum want has arrived
So lock down and focus on your target's collective mind

Step one patriot: Engage your synthetic substitute
Step two family: Drive past the initial horrors through sense and memories of belonging
Step three self: look after yourself, self as the primeval one -  do whatever it takes

Inflict psychological defeat
Enforce morale collapse
Make it look like there is no sensible alternative
Make sure you look smart, alert and resourceful
It is not your role to speak the truth
Your role is to evoke controversy
Ply until your enemy becomes feeble-minded

Corrupt the traditional platform
Until there is no idea
Until the best is last
Until what is now seen is lost
Until all is enlightenment is a conspiracy
Make achievement less than credible

The future is quartered by dilemma
Employ immediate fear
Underscore with meaningless numbers
School the populous towards mass neurosis
Continuously strike until the collective vision is the known failure

They are too weak to endure the psychological effects of subversion
Then when broken, make sure all forms of repatriation is piecemeal
Keep them divisive






Wednesday, December 26, 2018

Head on


Head on

Locked into a decollation of vision
Somewhere between dystopia and utopia
Of daunting scale and empowered ownership
For the futures of all inhabitants
Especially for those who are unable to prophetize

Through compassion and in hatred, paths are layed
Through rhetoric and within reality gaps, plans are devised
Crossroads are manufactured to include outputs of macabre scenarios
And these vivid horrors repetitively weave throughout our histories
Nothingness as sacred, nothingness as incidental

Our fabricated artilleries are lavished with discord
Of senseless killing and normalized clarification
These roadkills are cleansed though legitimate action
And our carnage is visualised through predictable datasets

Grieve is pushed aside
Knowing that the odds against are in favour
Contained within the numbers
That is digestible
To those in pain, those who ignore and those who can exploit







Saturday, December 22, 2018

Darwin Harbour Night


The grind whispers to me
You are strong and of mind
The time you have is now
Step outside and see

https://goo.gl/maps/VMuWs9zBuQ72






Friday, December 21, 2018

Portrait of John Bennett in Myanmar


Portrait of John Bennett in Myanmar
Created by JJFBbennett
Digital Photo - GIMP and Inkscape

The true value of this portrait is my intent to capture identity in a transient sense. The truth of being in place and time,  meaning, and understanding.

Standing in the hot sun of Mandalay with my black hat on
Dressed in my safe tourist attire 
A visitor of respect 
Not of threat nor of contempt
Far away from the colonial lies written by Kipling
This is how I stood 66th St, Mandalay, Myanmar

Where centuries of knowledge had passed by
Where centuries of knowledge will pass by
Where in this time I was humbled by an opportunity to stand still and be silent.
My short admiration seeing and being in Mandalay 








Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Celeste Sees All Dreams Prelude 1 cover

Cover for my ebook of poems (soon to be published Kindle)

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, December 17, 2018

Celeste All Dreams Prelude 2 video


As the story was told
I am not to blame for the character you saw of me
Different meanings are cherry picked
There are freedoms under fear's command

Making profit through taunt
Knowing that what was safe was a threat
Which you allowed yourself to receive
Now strike with unreserved violence

A sickness is mutating and fastly evolving
The terror within was determined to happen
Knowing and watching and doing nothing about it
You must make yourself seem dangerous

The real cost is your victory
Onward one step at a time
And while a massacre of ghosts gather
Take the opportunity to overdose, on power and challenge





Sunday, December 16, 2018

Indonesia Coral Volcano Wall


Bali Coral
Java Volcano
King's bloodlines
Histories that cannot be separated
Refuge for nobles, priests, and intellectuals
Ancestral cults, animism and magical beliefs 

Tourism 
Taking photos and posing without them
Never to experience the misfortunes of others
Domesticated hybridity
Boganus Australii 
21st century and the rise of noxious pests with money






Saturday, December 15, 2018

Napkin Art Water


When the discoverers claimed territory
And the writers described their pain
The nightmare that was and to the future that is now
All we ever needed was water

Then came the gods, the luxury and politics
A homely house and a meaningful job
Dependent on access to clean drinking water
Our security is in water

Our physical our economics and want of means
Water as propellant
From one to another
Our future chain is in water






Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Celeste Suffocating Dog



And then when you turn towards me
My inner light started to burn into hate
As I fled backwards
Trying to distance further away from your inquisition

Getting by and trying to acquire enlightenment
Failing to decide
Cowering
Cringing hand in hand with the holy ghost

How did my memories mutate?
The ones that are no longer vivid
A complete loss of singular intent
All reconstituted into a collected consciousness

In complete loss of what was done
Confused within swarms of failure
Within this collection of innate action
Powerful feelings that are too chaotic to describe

Now reconfigured as a residue of magnificence
That you cannot see
Or understand
Or remember

I just wanted to be better than you








Saturday, December 8, 2018

Napkinart Mall Leap of Faith


Don't pretend that you don't know
When you are everything
When you cannot stop
As beautiful as you may be

Hiding in your room
In fear of your salvation
Knowing that any fall could do it
Who will you replace?

Where are they hiding?
In this sacred grotto
Waiting to be found
But too shy to let it be known

And so I leap
In my ownness
In readiness of assault
And waiting for the fall to end







Thursday, December 6, 2018

Celeste Judge and the Hunt


A self-inflicted godly mission
With the promise of finding understanding
Within a darkened chamber where loss can be finally discovered
And stories that are broken by secrecy
The stories are hidden through good intentions

So this is it
Self-judgment
Negative self-talk
A stagnant situation
Overwhelmed
Prevented from accessing power

Callous or courageous
Bold or weak
Ascended consciousness
Too weak to reprogram
To rewrite time and time again
To gain realization of unconditional self-acceptance

Making decisions for chaos
Be as an innovative free thinker
Accept and lead this challenge
No plan will survive your encounter
There will be no time to consult
Enact both right and wrong decision for each scenario
Be calm, trust, know the data and have faith





Sunday, December 2, 2018

Celeste All Dreams Prelude 2


In one breath
Dysfunction and the third point
Exempt and in glorious splendor
As our brave new world presents itself

There is an opportunity
Forgetting what has been
At the very point, you became a participant
When you stroke them down with unreserved violence

Then observing the crime but taking no action
This terror within was determined to happen
So why did I want to watch
I stood straight and strong

Enter paranoia and loss of identity
Onward one step at a time
And whilst the massacre of ghosts continue to gather
I have seen myself within those that I killed








Sunday, November 25, 2018

Napkin Art - Zombie Pebbles


Never mind my bad breath
Welcome to my house
This place where I never did feel at home

I'm rotted by the bad news stuff
My assumptions are forever waiting 
Never did I gain the skills to control this space

It was not like this when I was young
Once I wanted to depart and escape
It looked so much fun to jump right in
But it now seems a lost cause
I'm medicated from day to night 
Walking from pillar to post

I'm rotted and want to be alone
I'm buried under a ton of grief
Hating for what I have become

Never did I care 
Never was I interested
Never was I present 

My story of loss
This life of fear and apprehension







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