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The lessons of history are written by vested interests Where you placed your foot And which information you are were willing to consume That's fantastic, you were in control of something  But it changed Goodbye profitable time Reflect on what could have been What did you learn from the missed opportunity Now gain control by sponsoring the change  Along came a spider  How do you digest a threat? You were right here Now you are nowhere to be seen You have become the product And now your worth depends on your response Put your hands on your head On your knees On your eyes Did that make you feel better? Did you feel safer Rate your happiness Knowing that the spider is inside One to five stars One-off sponsorship You Tube

Godin Chat Make your story live and cherish 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.

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

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 a probability we can enter into new realities. Scratch this fabric until it bleeds. Spend time gazing into your own abyss. 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.

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. Sc...

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

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

Within complexity is being within the chaos of choice A place where indications form collected understanding Prized open your consciousness and reap the collective voice Enabling opportunity, exaltation,  prosperity, and exploitation One-off sponsorship You Tube

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

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?

Godin Sickness, awaken us from our consumption. AT Deliver us from our pleasure of spending. WHAT Around and around the center we gather and prey. POINT Too sick to fling off and venture and discover meaning. IS Too weak to maintain concentration, a continuous distraction, a wanted insatiable hunger. TOO MUCH

Godin Waiting  I have been in-waiting to go, for far too long. Wanting to change, to improve, to transform.  Now I am stuck in this place of best practices.  All the pre-planning, all the strategy, the tactics, and motivation is fading away. Step one, two, and three are now at mercy to this real-world placement. This waiting room, a monstrous social construct contained through collective intuition. All who have experienced disregard, within chant of 'be patient', have found their way into this room.  The fight to climb and to gain authority eventually leads to waiting.  The eventuality - all worn out by the fight within itself. Only to become the shell of what could have been and was now has ever-been.  Increments and trinkets of discarded shells underscored by the need to profit.  Shedding the skins of splendor and replaced by titles and agents of authority. I am within the placement of a utilized progression cue. ...

I'm listening to you. I never ever wanted to get this close to you. But I had to listen to you. I never knew the things I needed to know of you. Yes I wanted to. Why oh why do you not trust my knowledge of you. I can protect you. Your safety is all I ever wanted to protect. You cannot talk to me. It's what you say and do, that is ever so important to us. You cannot inspect me. Your data is secret and you may never know what I know of you. If we can save but one life, this surveillance is well-worth the money spent. If you have nothing to hide, we will take no action against you. Your data is safe, we place priority on your security. Our nation needs your help, to make your life safe from threat and hate. It is evil times, I am your listening for your own good. We are good, and we are determined to make good. We are working with you, to ensure your life is safe. We are listening to you, to ensure all know we are safe. We are a preemptive service, her...

I woke up this morning and I felt a pain in my brain. It was like all had changed and all will continue to change. Nothing was left as the same. And in this remorse I was the only one who  knew. I just can't  believe it,   no-one would believe  in what I had to say. So I yelled hard and long about all the injustices that has occurred. I stomped my feet hard to the ground. I punched through  the air to sporn my stance of knowing . I spat deceit at society. But no one knew for me and no-one wanted the goodness within my heart. I became increasing alone. In this life I can grasp the future. I see visions of what's it's to be. Messages  decrypt and whisper their intent to me. I cannot find my way to you. The more I warn the more you ignore me. The greater the detail the less you want to know. I began to hate you. Where can I cry with my love watching over me? When can I celebrate  when everything I state eventually unravels int...

Godin Series by JJFBbennett All digital images can be commissioned as acrylic paintings on canvas Godin Connectedness Godin Defence Godin Vaders Godin Cosmos Godin Wonder Godin Text Godin Sickness Godin Force Godin Youth

Godin Youth acrylic on stretched canvas Lounge Room view (not to scale) Mouth and nose (detail) Right eye, eye brow and nose (detail)  Godin Youth Digital Image Original sketch fr acrylic painting Whilst similar to the digital sketch, the acrylic painting is richer is color and tone. Godin Youth Digital Video Godin Youth Poem Godin Youth, it has never been easy. This. It looks like you have been here before. Is. But you haven't. Not. Wake your seniors from their slumber, before you begin to drift. For. As sleep walkers, they are only accepting what may have been. You. Information Artist: John Bennett (JJFBbennett) Medium: Atelier acrylic paint Size: Stretched canvas 30cm x 20cm Year: 2016 Other: Painting surface has been fixed and varnished Painting can be purposed commissioned to scale Contact:  JJFBbennett art   Buy Godin Youth acrylic on canvas

Life promised so much but little favour came my way. And over this vista of nothingness I claimed what is mine. I waited for all of the promises and yet none did come. Others more fortunate gained splendor, but splendor was not me. And I gained self respect on other's misfortune. But your misfortune is not of my concern. Count your blessings and rot in your tragedy. Yes it will end in tears should you trespass my den. I do not travel,  my miracle is here. I remained close to my heritage. This colonial might. This is God's country, he gave it to me. I will deny you entry. You are contagion, you are far less than me. There are trees in my backyard, insects and lizards. Rodents scamper at my feet and bats by my ears. My dog is obedient. In silence we sit. Impatient and anxious , I do not want change. In dark moments I tend to my spite. With bottle in hand I seek like-minded. A good  man I have been. I have done no wrong. My house is clean. My ga...

Godin Connectedness  We argued with the vengeance from poorly informed memory. Straight from the loss to blame. For whatever reason it perpetuated justification. Of construeded loss,  from the need to self victimise. To the need of claiming nothing in particular. It was the battle to ingrain and embellish memory. In so, we tore each other apart and to feed individual right. Our eternal want to be known as right. The want for immediate anger to surface, rant and to glorify our past glories of being wronged. And then we rested exhausted.