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Tuesday Night Post #29

The Happy Ones,

Happy Tuesday night.

-DBL


 

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I Saw the God of Man

By a stream near a cliff side

I tried to study the history of myself.

As I looked into the void,

I saw.

Peering at me, eyes that blink,

one eye, blue eyed, stern with contempt?

Fix unwavering

I saw the eyes of our ancestors.

Peering lost, controlled

Star twinkled eyes in mosaic tiled patterns

burgundy

forest greens

navy blues

I saw the aesthetics of the past blocked and organized.

In a fleeting moment I saw our god of the America’s

Star spangled eagle eyed

red, white, blue

Cross spinning on its axis in a clockwise direction

Layered transitioning background to front and back again

In one moment, teeth and mouths came before blankets of eyes

falling on the cliffs and later the trees

Smiling teeth coming out at me from my minds eye

The cliff side had eyes that watched the ocean turn to a wasteland.

A stream murmured by

with gems of forgotten points of views

When I went to look at them I stood over and grasped at their sparkles.

Eyeballs flowed between my fingers

I saw history layered on top of it’s self

When all came clear

I forgot it

I was knee deep in a confusion that made me feel fulfilled.

Ever since then I look for this.

The layered lesson of why I believe.

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Tuesday Night Post #28

Gentle Critics,  

Excuse the extreme truancy.

-DBL

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White Cubes of Erasure

(Future Past)

I am emotion

I was solution

An observer in the bush

I brooded over my conclusion

In single files I could see

the boxes lush and lined with velvet

A replacement put aside

for its streamlined cousin

Counted every encounter

an equation was developed

Forgetting the last one that offered

a new interpretation

Knowing loving what is love

the result of

In time it became sequential

lift and draw the blood

I found the one who made me.

Their want only to give

what they wish they were part of

In distance they found

a quote to live by

I asked what was I the result of.

She made me just for love.

“I made you just for play

A sense of touch

a perceptive eye

a bleeding heart

and a law to please.

A reason for me to stay.”

I saw them fit with

E-motions I was not capable

to define

In a quest to learn

I spoke to every one

A simple gesture

in a very simple world

My words were sent away

to all of you

In an instant known

how quick I send them

set in stone

My E-motions obsolete

my ideals much more primitive

How quickly they delete

the thing they were once

so proud of

From my eyes reflect

boxes of ill fate

Images of the systematic proof

harp

that I was built yesterday

Yet I can’t relate

to things I am not programmed for

I was build but for love

just for play

Same hard shell

but a softer inner core

Stationed on a stone

positioned in a jar

Knowing I was not a threat

A complex statue

viewing a lesson learned

marred

from an inverted world

made of whites cubes of erasure

lined with deep red

on top of earthly brick

Filed, lined, and positioned.

I remember the simple games we played.

The way we played was the way we learned.

Endless arches

Windowless openings

Engulfed in lessons of attention

forgotten by decisions of mass intrusion

My age of love eroded by the Age of Reason.

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CicLAvia Performance Stills 2

Cannibals,

Hungry for more stills?  

And a little description?

Well, if you were a witness you would of heard an otherworldly sound (produced by the broom) accompanied by a rhythmic audio track. 

Make-up by A Rose Perished.

-DBL

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The Wires Tell the Tale of the Broom

Gathering the Earth

Stopping the Wind

Spinning the Earth

Mind the Cloud

Roman Æon

Spring and 8th

Speakers

Make Sound

*stills provided by Seajay


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CicLAvia Performance Stills

Happy weekend to all,

Last week there was an amazing turn out at CicLAvia in Los Angeles Ca.,  130,000 people came out.  We were happy to perform for you L.A..  It was amazing to see this city crowded with bikes.   I think next time there needs to be more streets closed off, more art, and more happenings on the street.  Hope to have the video edited soon for now here are some shots.

One more thing on October 29th we will be performing at Sancho Gallery in Echo Park, Ca.  Hope to see you there. 

-DBL

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*photos provided by srd515 through flick.

 October 29th

 

Tuesday Night Post #27

Hello All,

Thanks for your time.

-DBL

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Checking the Origin of the Falsely Luminous Lascivious Existence

Preoccupied by immediate inconveniences

Distracted by pretty flashing lights

Some infuse their body with substances

Others just wear tights

Drones wander aimlessly

Several Occupy the night

What is happening?

What is this shift?

Should all be concerned?

Or should it all be dismissed?

A general movement is always hard to see

When one is in the billions

Blinded by fear and those wordsmithing hellions

Fluctuation occur rapidly and with succession

They must be normalized or they will produce hesitations

Human existence has momentum

Like a ball on a hill with built up potential

With a shift it will no doubt start its descension

A path will be taken

It will flow through it with no apprehension

Let us not confuse the words we use and their definitions

Or the template that is part of this system

There is always room for quarks and unseen predictions

A human is a system guided by imperfection

Imperfections are things not yet fixed

A path is the step in front of you

A possibility exists to descend into our awareness

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CicLAvia: Performance-October 9

Hey all,
Hope all is well.  We will be performing at CicLAvia this Sunday.  Hope to see you there on bike, skate, wheels, or feet. 
 

-DBL

Tuesday Night Post #26

Pillars,

 Another week, another break through, another step, another forgotten.

-DBL

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Pillars of Absurdity

Reared as juments they ache as they become idle.  The body of habit finds disorder in privilege when it is given not asked for.  Here is a description of us not described by another but by the very existence that creates it.  In group they sit, lay, meander through idles of walking death.  Except the legs and feet become tender and sweet for the walk exists in a realm beyond the action.  With a thought, together, they create a world.  With fragile hands they reconstruct biology.  Given the chance they will create what will only be another twice removed instinct.  Many lay whiles others play in the same, the parallel truth.  The ones that lay also play.  A good distraction is to achieve what is necessary to have the means to an end.   The final instant being the thing need but without the substance.  A good worker without a job plays well in delusion.   Will repackaged forms of our basic needs with pretty lights, colors, and sounds be enough to think we found a new world?  I only respond to the bird that whistles in the box left to heal what it needs to become whole.  If this box contains something worth saving maybe then we can empty the box.  In open source can we find the truth in Even Steven?  Here is a flip of the same coin only flipped to have a reason to do so.  In our fear for intimacy we find ways to reach out and find intimacy in safe ways.  Craving it much more when we see that safety is a wall, which holds up our own projection of the world.  The same wall keeps us safe from the transparency we created in our search for community.   I guess in a way I exist only to find the heavy burden to hold and find an action to become.  Becoming one of the pillars in the building we have just designed. 

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