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Saturday, 28 April 2012

Universe In My Back Pocket

                                     Universe In My Back Pocket
by Stormm


What's this he mused, reaching into his back pocket to withdraw a shiny tiny
object.

Ra was missing Isis for quite some time, what was it she had said before
disappearing? Something about a vacation, a voyage of forgetfulness.

That's it! She too had desired to experience limitation.

I hold a toy in my hand, gazing at the marble while twirling it between thumb
and index finger. To shake this glass globe and wonder which lifeforms within
it's countless solar systems, galaxies, planets, will observe any unusual activity?

Sometimes Gods would grow weary of creating, stopping for a well deserved
sabbatical. There are infinite options to choose from, thus eventually, seeds
were sown.

Naturally, the creative urge endlessly aims to compose the most fantastical
works of art ever imaginable.

Often out of admiration and pure curiosity, Gods may temporarily occupy
their own or even another's creation. The absolute nothingness of The Void
held it's own special charm, but harsh realities of self-imposed limitations, that,
was definitely different. Who could resist such temptation?



"What if we get stuck," whispered the over cautious Saturn. "Let's ask Ra to
keep an eye on us, so to speak," sang Isis. Eavesdropping, Thoth promises to
pay them a visit occasionally, just in case something should go awry.

Being artists, each God painted their own ideal imaginary concept of what a


limited reality should be. Upon completing these masterpieces, they would then
enter it's dimensions. Some alone, others in pairs or trios, a few even in larger
groups. All according to desire...

Charged with awakening the others, a musing Thoth concluded what everyone
really needed was a challenge. Into various common objects their signed initial
creations he did transform, scattering them randomly. Ever the trickster, Isis'
marble universe was slipped inside Ra's back pocket for safe keeping. "That
ought to make things more interesting." Tear filled eyes, bellies aching from
sidesplitting laugher so hard, he flies into The Void.

Ra was busy peaking, energised creating new realities, forgetting about his
fellow peers. Every millenium or so he would ponder briefly, what grand
adventures they must all be experiencing.

Over time after many many reincarnations, the former Gods gradually lost their
divinity, accepted restrictions. Often looking up at distant stars in awe, dreaming
of, eventually worshipping, almighty beings who alone can do the impossible.

Completely trapped now, ignorant of their own immense creative powers...

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Friday, 30 March 2012

0 The Fool

                                                         0 The Fool
by Stormm


The original Idea, 01, life breath of the wind.

The Spirit of Ether, on a fresh spring morning.

LA is in the Air, old World wisdom reincarnates as Innocence.

A prime mover of the first cause, sails out on a magical voyage in discovery.

Begins a ten step journey through twenty-two houses.

Ox, a plow the ox pulls, to train one's higher self.

Now, closer to the edge of Infinity.

The Crown Fool On The Hill, walks off a cliff, accompanied by his DOG...


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Tuesday, 27 March 2012

Moon Walk

                                                Moon Walk
by Stormm


Out for an evening moon walk, 101 El Mike leaps deep into outer space.

Blasting off, thick teal puffs of ignition fading fast,

leave smoky grey emission rings.

Humming some fresh new tunes.

Their raunchy surging tempos swerve, stagger sky high alternative tides.

Create in-tune-off-key polytonal proportions of abstract mythological spaces.
.

A celestial choir sustains soaring exotic melodies,

resonate harmonic intervals of impossible new emotions.

Amid sunny green leaves swishing against slick broad shoulders,

snaps the raw rhythmic rustle of natural threads clapping.

Thick nappy wind blown dreads whip loud swinging strides,

mid-afternoon tropical rain forests come alive teeming with action.


His pure living testament to individual naked will power.


From afar off, rumblings, lost in the distance...



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Saturday, 3 March 2012

Somewhere

                                                           Somewhere
by Stormm


Somewhere in a top secret military facility, lies my original physical shell.

Silent. Vacant. Still.


It's being kept under wraps, long forgotten via some discreet off-the-record,

semi-official type accident...


Most likely deep underground, or worse, diligent occult guards ever

vigilant hide it in The Void, a vastly empty endless space.


Besides the where, beyond the why I do not know? But I'm well aware

it's being constantly bombarded with jolts of electricity.


This makes possession excruciatingly painful, the habitat unbearable for

any real time duration.


Certainly not long enough to move, or even attempt an escape.


So far, I've been unable to endure such intense agony...


The original agreement was it would be returned upon completion of

services. Once a certain mysteriously wealthy client's most feared and

powerful rivals all coincidentally died, quietly in their sleep.





Apparently from similar, yet obviously unconnected, heart failures...


The one thing previously only thought of as a useless hinderance,

is now all I ever dream of.


I WANT MY BODY BACK!


But how to navigate the energy fields surrounding it?

And once back in the flesh, there is still another issue.

Getting out of there alive...

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Underwater

                                                          Underwater
by Stormm


Underwater we're moving through black and blue, dispersing sea creatures great

and small. Occasionally near edges of our vehicle's light beam, I'll notice brief

flashes of the strange aqua-beings. Many more are making their presence felt

for much longer now, before scurrying off into darkness. And I try not to

remind myself, we're invading their home...



We observe the bubble shaped Bloouph with vague curiosity, but most grave

concern, as the invaders move further through our home. Those same odd

markings, definitely the handiwork of some young brash surface-dwellers.



Repeatedly we've made attempts to communicate with the ignorant primitives,

as ever they remain intent on murdering, maiming and capturing our emissaries.

The few kin having managed to escape and return home, unfortunately bear

no false witness in their disturbing accounts of suicidal customs, defense

mechanisms, and a general lack of respect for other lifeforms...
An awkward globe with invasive obsolete technology recklessly disturbs my

realm, violates my once pure home.

Poisoning an otherwise peaceful, intergalactic coexistence.

Within are those odd mutations, senseless polluters and terrorists, the minority.


Clueless how truly powerless air breathers are against liquid dwellers.


Naive of their lowly place in the overall scheme of things...

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Wednesday, 15 February 2012

Soulcraft

                                                   Soulcrart
by Stormm


It started long before the gargoyles came. Dream Deceivers, a secret society

of priestly class had became discontent with just hoarding riches. Draining

others' power did not create more energy, so severely they reigned, seeking

perfection. Some wanted control over reality, others over souls. All wanted

gold...



As stagnant desolate years crawled by, Salphene forged a new weapon called

The Soulcraft. A weapon from the future, it alone would hold humanity's hope

for survival.


The weapon spoke and told a tale of hope amid despair.



"When angels fell ambitious slaves would tell, of times before the spell and

what was kept so well. Of secrets lost while treasures slept..."



"A Pope was growing old his handlers long foretold, sick from what he'd

known, yet to admit having lost his soul..."


"The Church Starts Endless War In Order For Preservation, fights every nation.

Centralization succumbs in frustration, selfless pop implodes."



By the arms of Orion swore the child, never to rest until Saturn has confessed...


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