#NeptuneFrost – A Film by Saul Williams – Kickstarter Campaign

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#NeptuneFrost is the love story between an inter-sex runaway, a coltan miner and the virtual marvel born as a result of their union –

MARTYRLOSERKING- THE WORLD’S #1 TREND THE AUTHORITY SEEKS TO END.

From an otherworldy village made of recycled computer parts, a hacking collective performs the most outrageous hacks in US & world history full of social commentary & gutsy platform takeovers. They are the virtual heroes of a world drawn closer and closer to authoritarian rule until they cross the line that takes them from beloved hackers to first-world terrorists.

 

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Pandora’s Box

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Pandora’s Box

Perpetually locked inside Pandora’s box
Both holding and losing the keys of those locks
The darkness inside consistently mocks
Created within, yet still imbues shock

 

Like crushed ice numbing the flow
Blood in veins struggle where to go
Core violently bubbles a storm
Molten lava cascades this form

 

Pulse now racing in marathon hell
Innards spewing from every cell
Ripping, shredding internals apart
Blood stops pumping this despairing heart

 

Clouded vision turns to blind
Throbbing brain seeks to find
A way back to happiness
Or forward without distress

 

Central mind most unkind
Chemicals battle inside
Exhausted from pain and shame
How to rid this mare of lame

 

Priceless gems exist at times
Will they outweigh the bitter limes
Each taste of joy soon watered down
Til anguish and displeasure found

 

Was it cycles of ones life
Is it the endless self created strife
To this Spiral I cannot slay
Up or down is Spirals way

 

Lest round and round
No longer spin
This dark place I’ve lived within
To n’vr return, I’ll not give in

 

Flashing particles beam in eyes
Head slowly deciphering lies
Curdled, whipped and broken
My words have now been spoken

 

Each shell peeled or crashed to floor
Deeper again there’s always more
How much longer til I get to the core?
As humility wears thin for sure!

 

Trapped inside Pandora’s box
Trying hard to open those locks
Constantly viewed under scrutiny
My existence has become a disciplinary

 

Those gems, those priceless precious gems
I on occasion experience the bliss
Short lived they are, yet soar my heart far
As they represent true loves kiss

 

How much farther?
Millennia to go
Will it be alone?
I do not know

 

Patience is a virtue true
When worn down what will he do?
The limbo between what or when
Adds a certain shade of blue

 

The shells are crumbling, falling down
Not so hollow inside I’ve found
Packed with baggage neatly stored
Unpacking now this compact horde

 

“I am safe, I am loved”
Yet opposite do push and shove
Lying and manipulating my head
Until my entire being heavy as lead

 

Saturn you spin a lengthy return
Please set me free as I learn
Life’s too short and dwindling thus
To struggle, fight or make a fuss

 

Acceleration I’m cautious about
Particularly due to past routes
To be clear in order to steer
Yet let the universe push out fear

 

I find myself a cliche now
Predicable somehow
‘Got it all’ yet light blows out
Reignite I continue to shout

 

Blinded by the choices afore
I simply don’t want any more
Let me accomplish and create something
Myself, as a balanced human being!

©2018. Dorn Simon

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The Lightning Bolt

The Lightning Bolt

 

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Carefully constructed
Perfectly redacted
That old fortified Tower
Standing tall not cower

Stone cold front
Sealed circumference
Neatly consealing all

Convinced of dealing
No longer feeling
As isolation called

Truth t’was shielding
Life not yielding
Floating inside those walls

Then Lightning Struck
Oh such Good Luck
As the Man of Light Fell
For hidden gem, pulling her out of Hell

The Lightning Bolt powerfully jolts
Crashing through the stone
Striking hard, striking fast
Now requires new home

Seemed the mortar
Seal deal son and daughter
Yet crashing Tower begun
Next came strife where should sat fun

That structure built
So tough, as not to tilt
Then cracks, and falls apart
Here begins where no one wins
The breaking of 2, no, 4 hearts

You see within, a child sat in
All twisted and alone
Not had touch to cater much
Of interpersonal skill

The adult exists so now persists
To grab the bull by the horns
As life’s too short to live in hurt
That Tower did my life usurp

The Lightning Struck Tower
Will not leave me sour
Even with menopause
For the Man of Light
Through all my plight
Open my eyes to my flaws
In an act of love and adore
Myself did the closing of doors

Faced now with how to finally stand up
To face the fears, manifest my own luck
A place of love, safety come
Worry not, I am home
Step on forward, positive stance
Life nor love’s not lost
Just paused to change the dance.

©2018. Dorn Simon

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Impasse or Grow.

Impasse or Grow.

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At an impasse
At a crossroads
What is reality?
God’s only knows
Was it projection?
My own protection
Was it love?
Fitting like a glove
Was it real?
The actual deal
Or figment of imagination
I did steal
Extremes I know
Intimately so
Yet where I’m faced
Never before graced
A tug of war
Totally ignored
Not being heard
No matter implore
Answer me
My head screams
Out of replies
So it seems
Heart is numbed
Therefore dumbed
Spirit lost
At such a cost
Body slain
Reminded days
Was it real?
Spinning wheel
Symbiotic
Perfect match
So erotic
Itched that scratch
Yearn to learn
Reach to teach
In thy arms
Forever deep
Now the gap
No head in lap
Earthquake
Emotional shake
Vast ravine
All that’s seen
Where the infused love had been
Addicted
Restricted
Conflicted
Reality shows
Never a fairytale
As some said so
Can I do without?
Stay and float about
Or do I leave?
Heartbroken on sleeve
At an impasse
At a crossroads
Do I feel love?
Even I don’t know!

 

©2018. Dorn Simon

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Love’s Unwind

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Love’s Unwind

 

Frenetic entwined

Clearly defined

Unwrap rewind

Upside behind

Huddled as one

When it begun

Curdled now

Somehow

Seeping slowly

Segmenting apart

Fierce pull on the heart

Where once drew magnetized

Ripping away now unrealized

Beats are slower

Almost none

Breathless before

Never thought be gone

Through extremes

Of bipolar means

Hard to tell

If we’re still fell

Patience endurance

Crippling assurance

Unknowns all I see

Abstract mind

Creates and finds

Jigsaw pieces of defeat

Temptation rising

Of bitter deceit

Desires of darkness

As devil taunt harkness

May I never forget

The love I held

Love I felt

When we both had fell.

 

©2018. Dorn Simon

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Hop Down the Rabbit Hole…

Hop Down the Rabbit Hole…

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It’s where I wish to be
Hop on down where no-one can see
The brutal pain of complexity
That which never abandons me

Down the Rabbit Hole
Who wants to come?
None!
Who could blame them!

Though I hear you there, through the dusty dirt
As you too lay hidden and hurt
I not alone, though feel to be
Oft wanting it, to be completely free

Life longed seeking to find mate of same
Only realising, it clashes untamed
Too much of one, or of another
Being the same can be a bother

Run now run, like Reynard the Fox
Seeking that refuge that one’s not got
Hopping in spurts from over exert
Down the Rabbit Hole fall

In the darkness it’s all so quiet
A peaceful numbing counters it
Dreams of chemical induced ideals
Give you those awfully good feels

Here you can be whomever you wish
Creating a recipe for your own dish
Ingredients of your own choosing
People you delude self into never losing

A happy place, if just for an hour
A chosen face, so milk doesn’t sour
Serotonin and dopamine shake
Gearing you up for realities sake

An average day, I confess, no, digress
Unashamed, as adds to my test
The cryptic message new each day
How to survive, in what way?

Others travel this cobbled stone
Twisting ankles, they not alone
Running barefoot, hungry as hell
Millions with nowhere to dwell

Closer still, a passing looms
There I sit drowned by doom
How She’d love to have my health
As I dream of end with stealth

Juxtaposed, duplicity
Never ending serendipity
All in my life, designed by theoi
To illuminate my path, show me how

The lights too bright, I scream in protest
The dark I know, as I’ve processed
Each shadowy corner, to know it’s shape
I know the difference between heaven and hell’s gate

He says I’m hermetically sealed
This is true in many fields
The life I lead, is in my head
I simply want to live it instead

Contradiction, another asset
I have many I can profess
Holding the gems or profound skills
Means little, if unable to pay bills

White noise consumes me
Buzzing in my head
Giving a rhythm, to keep up this thread
Opportunity knocks galore, if only I can move to open that door!

 

©2018. Dorn Simon

 

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Self Absorbed Me

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Self Absorbed Me

 

I’m Miss Mcjudgey
Narcissistic
Borderline to a fault

I’m Miss Extremely
For every thingy
Except when focus takes hold

My love is endless
My spirit is bendless
I’m a force to behold

(A heart of gold, truth be told)

Though Ego fights control
The child within, holds all her kin
Those blood, and who I chose

Fierce of tongue
When shadow won
Pierces my heart

Spinning wheel, wears down peel
Til the damage is all one feels
A man of steel, isn’t real

Even when in love with him
My polar swings have broken wings
Now preventing so many things

A consequence
A barbed wired fence
I sit upon defenseless

 

©2017. Dorn Simon

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