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[yourownworld]

sorry it's in french

il y a une vie honteuse dans ce foyer de toiles
cafards tapotant et blues dissonant,
ont élu domicile au creux d'une foisonnant recueil
de canettes et de mégots désarmés.
vestiges de quelques joies fanées
poussière de travaux déménagés

Il y a le trou noir des capotes
Des larves sirotant la pénombre
la nausée devant des gobelets.

une célébrité qui sursaute,
le raisonnement de ma toux.
il y a ces mouvements sans vie
qui esquissent des yeux mordants.

et derrière mon épaule,
surement des ronces meurtrières.
De hâtives paroles rapaces.
mon crâne me protège de ces histoires.

Il y a le soleil qui déchire les pupilles
de cette si belle nuit.
Et les chants qui encrassent les envolées
de la symphonie fluviale.

Il y a cette impression
qu'un miracle entre deux notes reste un souvenir.
que les pensée dansent et meurent
et que les collections sont faites de papillons morts.

cette comédie enfouie dans les amplitudes
entre siècles poussiéreux et vues froides,
entre érotisme sensuel barbare et jeunes filles indécentes.
le miroir entre eux et nous

Le temps mielleux, les journaux pervers
qui nous font couler dans une vie boueuse.
rêves de pureté

gratteur, courtise !
gratte gratte la quintessence
dévêt la demoiselle, poursuit ses cheveux
fait parler tes cordes
fait résonner tes pensée en cage
agrippe toi et danse
gratteur, courtise !
dialogue avec la prose du silence
caresse la demoiselle, recueil ses mouvements
fait crier tes cordes
fait bruler les sons
agrippe toi et danse
gratteur, tousse,
encrasse la portée, trace les courbes émiettée
gratteur, courtise !
cours sur la lignée
reprend et étire,
essouffle la demoiselle, fait scintiller ses yeux

Acrobate, courtise !
gratte de tes cinq sens
dévêt toi, pleure ton âme
laisse parler tes doigts
laisse vibrer ton arme
lâche toi et danse
acrobate, acquiesce
pose tes monologues
sent la gratte répondre
laisse s'étouffer les cris
laisse s'évaporer les peurs
acrobate, gratte !
danse emmêlé,
dans tes cordes
respire et retend
fait hurler le vent

 

[Psyolopher]

http://media1.youshare.com/Download~Guest~31847.html

Just a small thingie I did before going to bed, electronic music lover will surely find what it is quickly

Did you convert an image into sound?
Sounds like it!

 

[????????]

Did you convert an image into sound?

dude you missed it.......... check last page, scroll to the bottom

Hehe, yeah you can say it's from a (quite absent at the moment) friend of his

oohh now I get... I missed it too

hehe anyway I really really like it... I bookmarked it

 

[Psyolopher]

Ohh silly me sowwy!

 

[magickpencil]

uploaded some different tracks on to my myspace

 

[moldyb]

Thanks for the comments on the last one, . . . here's one I've been working on for the last few weeks, . . . "Monument", 2x3 feet.

 

[St.Stephen]

Hey Moldyb, I really like that! Looks powerful.

 

[Lion]

just to clarify, Moldyb.. that's paint on canvas??

 

[moldyb]

just to clarify, Moldyb.. that's paint on canvas??

Yes, . . . oil paint on canvas. I'm starting to use wood panels now which are a lot smoother than canvas.

Thanks st.stephen.

 

[Psyolopher]

Amazing man! Truly great picture, pure mind and eye candy!

Here's something i just drew, nothing fantastic!
I just do this outta boredom!

 

[IJesusChrist]

I should definatly start uploading on here... I have alot of work, most people dislike it, but mayhbe you psycha's will like it
I'll update asap

 

[yourownworld]

beast caged hears my poetry
falling in ages of misery

and I can run

bird of prey flies in my sheet-sky
father in grey die in my sweet smile

and I can jump

beats eat my peace tree
calling in pages of slavery

and I can fly

nowhere man lies in my shy street
names wear lights in mistery meets

and I can cry

east plage shears my realty
feel agnised of easy syringe

no one can size me
and I'm so alone
no one can crease me
and I'd like to rise

beach storage fears eyes of pity
ageing lions loaf in my country

and I can dance

bycicle rides miles in strawberry fields
bride circles lie in my wine bar tears yields

 

[yourownworld]

update of the old one

and a new one begining

 

[Oknayd]

wow moldyb i really like your last piece, would love to see it in real life

here are some pictures of stuff i made while i was in france

-MU-:

No title, my first try with scraperboard, freehand:

No title, again with scraperboard:

 

[yourownworld]

 

[yourownworld]

little letters game

valet live in lord's eve
Dear diet soda, read, I trade, sort & treat notes & dots , I resist illness, I learn & I sell novels all nite,
Lo!, elevators' revolt ravelled travellers' tales
evil lines' leader deal a tree-tea and a virile doer tells old red doses to adore & save slaves' vases in sea's & on river's rives.
ladie's velvet tie lie to a tiler's tired son
Sire Oliver leave eat & veal near an east soldier's diner
Lea drives and slides inside leas' torves & Lili ears vilee Dr. Ares searin' & risin' on a real raisin' sail
a senile seen lion dies on an island riles & envies salved Eve
St. Lao-tse staved in a violet land & as rain evades vains
Train is sad & errs in desert dales
a late toad elates & raves to a dirt dressed listener
divided silent in street, lane, road & ave, tools in Lota-Lota see teens let in la-la toasts on a dada Oates
Lisa lets tones tears a store, it's done & it's a disaster
Sadie lean to rove & and Dali idealises an l.s.d. ode in London
Ovide' savvy , nales in Verlaine' seaside lanes, & sidles in the noon
noise's era arrives soon, loadin' cartoon toons on Nintendo
Leon steers airs on rails & earns vino
vernal doves are devotees & never vote, I lost one's nerve, darlin'
Ravens' rate aline letters beside the salon's divan & door, & aren't sane, and are in a snare
a vandal advise in an arena's area & cans derive, lastin' in seasons' leaves & isn't arrested
nine reasons to let slotters on air, don't snarl, I ran on a solar node & an airlane
soil letters, I said it all, lovin'roarin snortin'sendin sardin'deliverin siren'ridin
dates on lessons , valid details dilated seein', earased seniors
I roast Rita, dearie, a loved tisane tease & a related end
I've tried, it's a varlet tie-rod ,a radio & its ires , I avoided a raid & I rest on rites
Insert artists & donations, Leonard is devine & interestin' , I need it instead desistin', I indite
tidies indians destine an assertion & orient oldsters resids on noodles stairs
meditations in traditions, desolations, treasons' lesions, lotions & isolations
loadstones, loadstones, editors' deletions on a sordid session
violent sentinel's disorders & tensile roots



sore loser sells rose, revolver roll over ere lovers roves, lee-seer sees the lore's leer, less roles or so, elves reserve, solve or reverse errors ever so or serve else revels, Eve levers eves savors
leos seel so lone solos, eels and elvers sever oreos, revere Eros oel, Sr. Ler's vessed's ells evolves, sere selves level to Eos, eleven roos sleeves revers, one reeler relees, the so-so lessee oversees
overseer's loesse eroses verses show revelor-Senor' sneers & Lee on loos.

 

[Nomada]

A tribute to pyshonautism: "hhyypeerpuuerta" - "Hypergate"

 

[Carebear]

I admire everyone`s art!

Back in highschool i use to draw\doodle all the time.
Now sometimes i get the feeling to draw something, but there`s no inspiration or simply lack of the necessary skillz.

 

[????????]

^^^that's true as long as you say it to yourself... just draw the first thing that pops in your head NOW

 

[Nomada]

The urge urged produces more urge in a feedback loop sometimes called inspiration.
The urge urged will endow you with any necessary skills.



???????? wrote that at the same time. lol