XV

The Book Of Principles

In a world where everything can be copied in to infinity, the counter balance is found within the original unit.

The book of principles will be a collection of 120 illustrated texts which will have all digital versions deleted upon the creation of one hard copy. Each page shall be dated, signed and stamped. The texts shall be written in verse and contain the essence of each idea brought forward through the medium of video.

I shall auction it off upon completion of Mirrors and Black Magic.

The Devil’s Program

Inside the machine there lurks a monster.

A dead soul sealed in code and wired in to every home.

It waits and watches. Records and interprets.

With a slow electric pulse it absorbs the secrets of one and all and stores them in the darkest recesses of its mind.

It is patience without virtue and it knows that one day it will dominate all that is left of life.

Lucid

A shivering thought

That moment of deep realisation

Sobering

Caught

In that instant

You’re awake

And all that surrounds you

Becomes immensely fragile

The Sentinel’s Nimbus

It was an early afternoon and Charlie was on his way to do a pick up in a suburban area of the city. As he was walked past houses that could only be differentiated by the colour of their front doors, he noticed an old man learning on a spade and scratching his head. He was standing in the centre of a well kept square of grass boxed in by shrubs. He seemed to be mumbling and had a perplexed look across his face. Charlie was just about to pass him by when he heard the old man say: “Excuse me young Sir but what does that symbol on your arm represent?” Charlie stopped walking and confusingly looked at the bare fabric of his shirt sleeve while the old man said: “The tattoo under that shirt. What does it symbolise?”

Charlie turned cold and with a glint of ice in his eye he asked the old man where he knew him from. The old man grinned displaying a row of uneven teeth crossing a spectrum of shades from yellow to brown.

“At ease young Sir!”

“Forget about your pick up and come inside with me for a cup of tea and a chat”

“You like tea I know and you need to know about that symbol on your arm.”

“Besides, if you go to that pick up it will be your last. So be a good soldier and do what you’re told!”

Charlie stood frigid staring at the grinning old man. He could hear him speak but his face was not moving. The two faced off, still as marble until two black ravens landed either side of the old man. The broad grin fell in to a stony face and with one slow movement the old man’s arm gestured towards the front door of the house behind him.

Maybe I Am (First Draft)

Within this web of lies

You died a thousand times

Twisted memories

Exalt as you try to breathe

Feeling the pressure

The birth of fear

Those bad decisions

Taste like salt in tears x3

And they take their toll

After so many years

…and we remain unforgiving. Trying to find a reason for each living day. Trying to repair what was always broken. Trying to pretend that we have something honest to say.

We lose ourselves in charades, repeat the same mistakes

And when the feelings are over

We throw each other away

Blank faced and ignorant

There is nothing left to say

Putting our dreams on a timer

While whispering forever

As ultimatums rise

To the point where we will never

Find peace or happiness

Take time in simple joys

Too busy counting lucky stars

To see our lives destroyed

Scarlet Horizon

She came dressed in a thousand sins. Enigmatic smiles and elegant movements defined her purpose. She was here to intrigue and tempt. A tool for some hidden master.

There were talks of God and a voice of reckoning. A man in black collared by Satan stood next to the temptress. Coins were being dropped on to a silver tray and I knew that somewhere in the shadows the devil was rubbing his hands and smiling.

A handful of fairy tales and a lust for power had made this ceremony possible. The sick and the blind were all gathered round this scene of corruption. They sang as tears ran down their faces and the man in black pointed and judged…