WHEN WE PLAY WITH FIRE (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

Oh man, you don’t know what you do 

You play with the fire of the Gods

You don’t understand the portals you may open

The pains you bring upon yourself

These doors remain closed to you for a reason

You are infants playing with a match that burns you to ash

Your religions are children’s tales

Parables made to teach but lost in translation

Beware

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

THE INSANE ASYLUM (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

They placed me in an empty box

Medicated on the hour

Padded each and every wall

So I could not hide or cower

But voices spoke

Their cadence dour

Assuring greatness

If I’d devour

The souls of all

I then would tower!

Then I saw a butterfly

Alight upon a tiny flower

And forgot the voices

As I chased a bee into a bower

And there I stayed

The voices sour

To be overthrown

By natures power

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

FALLING INTO THE BLACK HOLE (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

 

I am the first to fall into a black hole

I am in the event horizon

I feel very strange

Every second has slowed

All of creation is around me

I see my moldering bones after death

I see the sperm that will become me moving slowly towards life

And I see my soul swirling around me. 

It is the universe

It is me

It is everyone and everything

It is what came before and what will come after

I create it all

I am God

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

NATURE IS THE LIFEBLOOD OF MAN (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

I curse thee nature

You bring the deadly storms

But I bring the rains that grow your crops

I curse thee nature

You bring the hell of winters cold

But I give you spring to renew you

I curse thee nature

You tore up my home with tornadoes

But I give you gentle winds on a summer’s day

I curse thee nature

And I bless you child of man who destroys all

 
This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

THE DEMON IN US ALL (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

   This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

The darkness within us we ignore

We refuse to see it when it rises

We ignore its grip upon us

We are blind to its effects

But it exists

Like fecal matter on the souls of our shoes

We take it with us wherever we go

Leaving darkness in every step

Fearing to lift the shoe and pry away the filth

ANUBIS WEIGHS THE SINS OF THE WORLD (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

With chaos all around

The fates in his hands

The rains of destiny fall
Threatening deluge to wash away all

One hand ready to squeeze
The other ready to cast all into darkness

What does it weigh, this pitiful world
The guardian of the scales ponders

And with bowed head, the light goes out

It is finished

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

I DIED TODAY (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

 

I died today

My body prepared
Fluids drained
Face powdered
Hands folded
My last thought gone
Final regrets ended
The universe halts
One last light shrinking away to darkness
Then silence

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

THE DANCE OF LIFE (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

   This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

Do you dance the dance of life?
To music only you can hear

Musicians in the shadows play
An orchestra hidden everywhere

Its rhythms tell you where to go
To set your steps in patterns clear

Fates dance and spin their webs
But humans close their hearing ears  

Till errant feet do stray away
The path is lost to all but tears

ODE TO A BLEEDING MAN (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

   This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

When my eyes are open, you bleed

When your heart is pierced, my bile drips

When my body aches, you revel in the pain

When our spirits are torn asunder, we are gone

When we are gone, we are one

THE ZEN OF ANGELIC BEINGS (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

He rose in ecstatic release

Summoning the energy of the universe

Laughing

Crying

Whirling like a Dervish

Yesterday he was just another man

Today he is an angel

Today he is immortal

Today he is released

Tomorrow…who knows

GODS OF A PARALLEL DIMENSION (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

 This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

They say there are parallel dimensions

Then doesn’t it make sense that there would be parallel gods?

They cannot be the same gods

They must have their own beliefs

Their own myths

Their secret gods worshipped in the dead of night

Are we so blind to believe our gods are all there are?

One door to everywhere and a god hiding on every path

TAKE MY HAND (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

Faerie child, take my hand

Awake on summers breeze

Float away within my palm

The darkness soon to leave

Evil creatures lose their hold

Monsters all shall flee

Back to where the winters cold

Shall bind with icy freeze

EYE SEE YOU (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

My eye is on you
Eye see you when you are strong
Eye see you when you are so tired you cannot stand
Eye see you in the day and in the night
Eye see you when your mind is so fractured that you may never find the real you
Eye see your heart and your soul
Eye see you for who you really are
My eye is on you 

TAKING FLIGHT (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

The body is merely a vessel for the soul
No matter what you do to it, the spirit soars
No amount of pain, blood or hell

Your brain is part of that vessel
Ignore what it tells you is happening
Its all illusion
Damage vessels cannot harm the spirit
Cannot harm the real you

THE LONELY DOLL (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

   This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense. 

Bird was her only companion

The ghost never came close enough to talk

She moaned occasionally, but only at night

The strange nude fellow by the tree could only clack his teeth

And masturbate

He wasn’t any fun

So it was her and bird and the dripping forest moisture

How could an evil doll do her job?

Sometimes it just didn’t pay to be frightening