Curious am I. What next in human invention? What can we create with this evolution? Ambivalent am I to the reality of the human. The subjectivity of all creeping out of the darkness into brighter horizons. Does love still exist in an age of constant take? Who still gives us fuck? Who stil believes in luck? Godless men women and children Roam and do their bidding, While ye with...
Tickets for Mantis in the Jazz Festival are...
reubenbradley: As you may know, tickets for the upcoming Mantis show in the Wellington Jazz Festival 2013 are now available! Get in quick to grab a good seat! http://premier.ticketek.co.nz/shows/Show.aspx?sh=MANTIS13
Skinny love arrangement - Sean Feehan - YouTube →
For Eloise’s birthday :)
Eulogy for Jack
Eulogy What if? What for? The notion of regret seems to abhor To the idea we could’ve done more. (But still). (Hopefully), in some other dimension, Some parallel existence, you’re still here. We’re still discussing why, and what could be. The meaning of an occasionally meaningless existence. But Jack, you meant something to us. And you will, forever more. The...
Success and Fear
To over come the fear of self, one must stare in the face of the self and realize what fear is. In my case the fear is success. In a society in which the underdog is treated like king & the ones at the top of the pedestal have ropes tied to the chips on the shoulder to bring them down to earth. What then can we do with success to remain humble in the eyes and the souls of the ones who put us...
As she cries out in pain and calls out his name all we can do is sit and watch in vain The help looks on vacant and bewildered as a dying woman’s wish cannot be fulfilled euthanasia Where are you to give some mercy where its due euthanasia the time has come but you are caught under his thumb I sing to you as I wait for your peace hold your hand and pray for this sleep I look for your soul...
Shapeshifter - Monarch
I need you To see through And open up my eyes So that I may move a mountain Or cross the sea, Upon the morning light I knew you, Would breathe through And help my wings to fly Even when the darkest night falls, Come lie with me Upon the burning sky Colour of my dreams Colour of my dreams Colour of my dreams Colour of my dreams (Calling out to me) Colour of my dreams (Washing over...
Committed (Works in Progress)
He goes by with two and three without eyes he cannot see the jungle through carnivorous trees he fascinates me. She knows not to follow the trend to offend minds that easily bend around every corner she sees mother hen and big ben’s tea party All of the people in their own little world playing the games of the boys and the girls All of the people dancing in circles they laugh oh how we laugh...
New THings coming soon
NEW THINGS OH AND PLAYING AT BODEGA TOMORO MMMMM BODEGA
Reason & Validity uncomplete working title and...
A Constant search that affirmation from the cosmos of our purpose to strive through the endless bounds of us Where does it start when do we end is this journey foe or friend What is our part this hands we play how we all survive another day No Mistaken Identity this is our reality our constant strive for unity to be one with all we will truly be free
Things to learn
Passenger 3 Libras Kiss from a rose Lover, You should of come over Don’t let me be misunderstood Darkness of a greed Rag Doll
Life in Progress
Heavy head with lead eyes afraid to look at perfect skies persecution laid to rest let me crawl back to my nest Humbled by her creation almost content with my fixation Another day Another life dancing on the tip of knives
Velvet Revival (c) Sean Feehan 2012 Sweet success floats down to the beauty of August rain, Shelter & comfort discovered inside no storm in this cup, it gives I survive. Ma belle, sent in smell sweet surrender to your velvet smell. Forever in this moment for as long as it lasts at least until the bottom of this divine glass.
Aftermath (still not quite happy with this title)
Well guided fools drink the hot wake up call of the gods. “Make me whole again great ancestors of Ethiop, and let me elope down this slippery slope of uncertainty i now proclaim the rest of my day”
In this current realm of constant change i cant help but feel completely estranged, to the entity that was expected to stay the same. But now the river flows a different way does that mean we stil have room for a stray. Mind heart bottle and soul, apparently a destiny to fulfil cant always be controlled
Socialites Hermits Poets & Philosophers All waiting for that hit of humanity. dripping so serene so fluid like velvet oil to lubricate every part of the machine our machine Your mechanism to wake up dormant thoughts from the prison prism and skip step in to the age of the consciously ambiguous ambivalent not yet aware but buzzing ‘round times of old the new and everything and everyone...
9am Wine Whine
Learning through hyperbole coursing with my veins not in vein, to my brain though with morning strain. Weak bodied understanding whining about wine mind ju fermenting dripping time from the vine.
Time and Relative Dimension in Space
Twenty thousand leagues under the space we used to call home when we still had a face. Travelling worlds like stepping stones skipped alone the oceans of time, follow the piper, one of a kind. Old, new, borrowed & blue, somethings change but still remain stained Slightly misconstrued, discombobulated if it is your will now is your solution if your ideals are well. Arrive for the thrill stay...
They twist and turn through sand and stone but which of these I can call my own is but another tale upon my throne, like water upon fire thrown.
If you are a Doctor Who fan, just reblog. It will...
Dear Lil One Love will come through you So fall asleep & I’ll meet you on the other side with fresh smiles and dessert. My most enchanted one leave this world of sight & enter the realm of delight but don’t fear because I’ll be right near right here So close your eyes & I’ll meet you on the inside
Critical Anal Why Sis
I get pissed of with people who get pissed of at musicians who are critical of music. Its our fucking job. If a site manager of a building site looked at peice of terribly carpentry and went. You know what, that looks pretty we’l leave it there. We’d all be fucked. I totally respect peoples broad tastes in music. Even if I dislike it. But dont get annoyed at us for critically analysing...