Sun Blood

Forrest Jones: SUN BLOOD...not for the faint of heart***EXPLICIT***

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SUN BLOOD


Star hands close tight around a

now darkened sun

The most important candle is out

Permanent night erases creation...

everybody...run

Run into dark energy...

dance with dark , broken, shattered

synergy

Contemplate certain silence

tag the universe with pleasant violence

use big bubble artistic letters

the universe is a king- graceless, clumsy bird with

the feathers of its wings burned off

Star hands clasped tight over a now blackened

canvas nothing can be seen

If fear is the heart of love then Osiris is cold-cold black

She stains the landscape of the fertile dream

Looking for truth in tarpaulin light

Gunshots ring out into the cold cold night

Detangling the genetic code that is scattered

over guilty palms

Concealed, fugitive in an unguarded moment

Sun-blood now pours over naked fingers

liquid, light seed flowing into a vortex at light speed

seeds for the new universe machines to be

built with extraordinary percision

Sun-Blood firing itself into black Hawking radiation

in search of gravitrons

seeking the Higgs boson particles that hide

discreetly in the folds of prison cells
awaiting their next

saviors...

From where will the next captives come?

Where next will the Sun-Blood burn?

Will it run?

Will it hide?

Will it come inside again to churn and spin?

Will it come again someday to burn inside of

cosmic electronic drumbeats?

Sun-Blood blazing its way into a new trance

a new child mountain dance

searching for a new rotation

yielding its life force into new nations.

Full of new Sun-Blood

governed only

by powerful self-spoken word

we have left the herd

Ever rising...no longer despising

beginnings all forgotten

Not all beginnings rotten

Origin formed in the kiln-fires of a brave celestial slave artist

Walking next to another servant creator...creating

Sun-kissed, sun-scarred, sun-killed, retooled, sun-skilled

drenched in Sun-Blood

Covered now in light...nuclear fusion passion

clothed in the latest Sun-Blood fashion

No longer living half-starved on inadequate moon rations

Following bliss...the former sun intact will not be missed

nor to be with its light again will be wished

Dream now and rage for this

buried in fire raised from the pyre

elevated from satellite vapors

cut the shapers

the shifters

the drifters

Memories of eternal night

Sun-Blood dripping from near invisible hands

a black canvas in midnight colors covered

in starless shapeless, darkness

New stage set

New caste met

Fatalities counted

and in the clear cut, prepared fields

they are mounted

With feathered pen and in indelible, Sun- Plasma, ink recorded

Carefully stored in black whole solar vaults that are

closed locked and frozen

The old mission covered, changed, and thwarted

Sun-Blood trumpets sounding

The new laws through the new cities that surround the timeless

federation walls are now resounding

pounding

cascading

rounding

Everything in advanced animation Sun-Blood breathing

in experimental sentience drowning

swimming

wreathing

An avant-guard, theoretical physicist with pristine technology

begins her...

mending

bending

building

shielding


erecting

Regenerated, fortified, transparent walls to capture the spilled

lemon-yellow Sun-Blood cells

that contain in their cores the

anti-bodies

to cure Dante's Infernos

Fresh Sun immortals are being chosen, woven, and from the

imagination stolen, braided with brighter, reconstituted

Sun-Blood love, Sun bathed blood juries formed

with heightened precision

Firing at ancient long dead sentiments

reviving

purging

pumping...

into them pure ideas and fresh revelations

dreams gurgling tripping the light fantastic, being reshaped

in Sun-Blood pools majestic

These new Sun-Children, solar flares once Stone

cursed, stone-cherubs

are now on the other side of life

never wasted

only sky tasted

From the night a full syringe of lemon-yellow blood was

gathered through the metal walls of the syringe...

this clear, transparent holding cell

the last of the Sun-Blood was

safely collected...

labeled...

...and on a shelf in side of dark energy stored

and fabled...



SUN BLOOD

by Anastasia ad Valorem Bizberka
8/8/08
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Forrest Jones: FILL ME WITH DELICIOUS CANDY

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FILL ME WITH DELICIOUS CANDY

I have lived 7 lifetimes since we last spoke

Empty shells and broken cells

I disappeared completely just now
merely thinking of you

Playing in the corner with a brand new speak & spell


CHORUS


It was late in the day before I greeted the sun

I explored many dreams and many geometric shapes

I found myself to be a candy machine whose

candy is badly out of date

Will you fill me with delicious candy?




I am a master ninja at night and night time is almost here

I pace the floor getting the superhero suit picked

out for the show

In a city whose population is only 150,000 people;

where do super heros go?




CHORUS


It was late in the day before I greeted the sun

I explored many dreams and many geometric shapes

I found myself to be a candy machine whose
candy is badly out of date

So shake that tamborine and

fill me with delicious candy(semi-screaming)




Tonight I will go to Book Stan
dressed like Miami Vice

I picked the comic store because the other kids there
like to listen to the Hives

I can blend in pretty easy and my super
powers won't be drained

If I went to the mall or a StarClux

These super ninja powers wouldn't work
anymore or I'd simply go insane

...........so keep on shakin that tamborine & don't forget to


FILL ME WITH DELICIOUS CANDY(semi-screamming)




CHORUS


It was late in the day before I greeted the sun

I explored many dreams and many geometric shapes

I found myself to be a candy machine whose
candy is badly out of date

Will you fill me with delicious candy?



FILL ME WITH DELICIOUS CANDY

Forrest Jones: EXPLOSIONS IN THE DARK

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EXPLOSIONS IN THE DARK


Russian circles

Kandinsky's art

Mayonaise, jellybeans, pop tarts

Dancing toward the end of love

The places people go where energy

flows

Is also where angels fly to closely

to the ground

Clowns trapes around with painted

on smiles

The music here is thick and flows

for miles



CHORUS

When you come around there

are explosions in the dark

A Journey to the edge of night

In the morning: mayonaise, jellybeans, poptarts



A special moment pokes itself though

folded time

Dance me to the end of love

White stripes wrapped around

red candy canes

Bertron paintings laser projected

on thin rock candy window panes

Carbon monoxide big big cars flushed

drown the drain



CHORUS

When you come around there

are explosions in the dark

A Journey to the edge of night

In the morning again we have: mayonaise, jellybeans, poptarts



Eating blue orchids in heavy moonlight

Slowcore music plays soft calming the

hunger for the human fight

Sitting in a favorite chair at the Red Light Lounge

you cut a path across the room

in your hand you hold the keys to the kingdom

but no one else knows


FADE-INSTRUMENTAL

All I can see are explosions in the dark


anastasia ad velorem bizberka
7.7.08

Water Color on Paper

Forrest Jones: THIN LAYERS OF MUSIC ON THE SURFACE OF ETERNITY

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THIN LAYERS OF MUSIC ON THE SURFACE OF ETERNITY


Black diamond dealer

Seven Steps taken

after seven steps have already been taken

Cold Chrome melts toward the bottom leveling the

genocide that fills the room

Containing...maintaining fortitude

Again strong and silent allowing no distraction

to penetrate the wall that is newly formed

around the safe place

the inner sanctum

where Chrome will be made

Chrome...

The diamond Lotus heart of red stone

beautiful and fierce

This frozen stone is a depiction of divinity

and grace

Trapped inside of the Lotus is a heart worthy of

its diamond shape one worthy of beating flesh

once cold now warm, faithful, loyal,

ever persuing

A heart woven into the thin layers that create the music

on the surface of eternity.

Claushtane Bertron 8.25.08

Forrest Jones: EXPLOSIONS DANS L'OBSCURITÉ (French Version 2009)

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EXPLOSIONS DANS L'OBSCURITÉ


Cercles russes

L'art de Kandinsky

Mayonaise, bonbons mous, tartes de bruit

Danser vers la fin de l'amour

Les personnes d'endroits vont où énergie

écoulements

Est également où les anges volent à étroitement

à la terre

Fait le clown les trapes autour avec peint

sur des sourires

La musique ici est épaisse et coule

des milles

CHOEUR

Quand vous venez autour là

sont les explosions dans l'obscurité

Un voyage au bord de la nuit

Le matin : mayonaise, bonbons mous, poptarts

Un moment spécial se pousse cependant

temps plié

Dansez-moi à la fin de l'amour

Raies blanches enveloppées autour

cannes de sucrerie rouges

Le laser de peintures de Bertron a projeté

sur les carreaux de fenêtre minces de sucrerie de roche

Voitures d'oxyde de carbone les grandes grandes ont

vidé

CHOEUR

Quand vous venez autour là

sont les explosions dans l'obscurité

Un voyage au bord de la nuit

Le matin : mayonaise, bonbons mous, poptarts

Manger les orchidées bleues dans le clair de lune lourd

La musique de Slowcore joue calmer de doux

Se reposer dans une chaise préférée au salon de lumière

rouge vous avez coupé une voie d'accès à travers

la salle

FADE-INSTRUMENTAL

Toutes que je peux voir sont des explosions dans
l'obscurité

anastasia ad velorem bizberka
7.7.08

Forrest Jones: THE MAD HOUSE OF PICASSO STREET

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THE MAD HOUSE OF PICASSO STREET


No matter what is said it is never enough

speech is always a loosing proposition.

I followed instinct down the halls of iron near the mad

house of Picasso Street.

Its blackened curves yielded a tight blackened opposition.

The halls spoke "If words can not unlock you...what can?"

I only know the lesser knowns in their common fits of a

common age.

Soul full eyes shocked with Chrome filled cries with out the stain

of rage.

Chrome-fire a summer vision sated only once by the rain,

Dancing with emotion never a moment cursed

by the gain.



CHORUS

I AM A VELVET STONE-CLAD STORM KING
DICED...SHOUTING ON THE WAVES OF AN ANGRY OCEAN

By divine right I enter the fold of the east river

with amplified sound...a course plotted

Scissors cut paper again and i am in love with the night...



anastasia ad valorem bizberka
8.7.09

Forrest Jones: The End of the Ocean Electric

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The End of the Ocean Electric


In the electronic ocean

Far away lay to sleep these broken

phantom eyes




I fall to the end...

I fall to the end...

The end of the ocean electric



Eaten by the world of The Chrome

Eaten by the fishes of an electronic sea




I fall to the end...

I fall to the end...

The end of the ocean electric



The neon hotel in which we dwell is a kind

and hungry palace

Here in this friction

This folding wave of contradiction

I want to taste your Chrome face

Our time is waiting in oceans electric

underground

It is here with metallic eyes we communicate

Our time is waiting

Underneath the neon ocean electric

It is here we have no sound

No selfish screaming out

Only electric eels charge and in silence shout




I fall to the end...

I fall to the end...

The end of the ocean electric

\

Coral mountains glow purple...distant

This journey...this aquatic life grows in fits

shaping itself infinite

The pulse of your taste surrounds the gate

Trapped I am in a land of fluid fate...falling




I fall to the end...

I fall to the end...

The end of the ocean electric



anastasia ad valorem bizberka

7.8.08

Forrest Jones: CLAWS BEHIND THE WALLS

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CLAWS BEHIND THE WALLS


Behind the walls there are claws

of many marks and silence

Deep in the walls are trapped the blackened

sounds of never tranquil violence

Blood and Milk...

Death cab baby silk

The screams are loud

but for the moment benighn

A nations chest of drawers

containing wars

Chained in rancid heat

Death meek walks in Bloom

Shadows grow and shadows fade

but there is never a heart to beat or spark

Shall a spark enter this darkened room?

The black hour in Gailic's tower will soon resound

The dead with dread shall lift in unison their heads

to witness the acts of Casak Dune(cosmic doom)

The dead dancing inside the cadence of a new death waltz

Shall taste dark freedom soon...

You see what looms in Casak Dune is the horror of the blade

The blade that kills not only will

and severs death from further death

Each narrow claw that scars the wall seeking sweet escape

Shall not escape or find there minds

for death seeks death's own hate

Behind the walls are the claws and many

marks made in sweet silence...

Claushtane Bertron
8.24.08

Forrest Jones: CLAWS BEHIND THE WALLS

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CLAWS BEHIND THE WALLS


Behind the walls there are claws

of many marks and silence

Deep in the walls are trapped the blackened

sounds of never tranquil violence

Blood and Milk...

Death cab baby silk

The screams are loud

but for the moment benighn

A nations chest of drawers

containing wars

Chained in rancid heat

Death meek walks in Bloom

Shadows grow and shadows fade

but there is never a heart to beat or spark

Shall a spark enter this darkened room?

The black hour in Gailic's tower will soon resound

The dead with dread shall lift in unison their heads

to witness the acts of Casak Dune(cosmic doom)

The dead dancing inside the cadence of a new death waltz

Shall taste dark freedom soon...

You see what looms in Casak Dune is the horror of the blade

The blade that kills not only will

and severs death from further death

Each narrow claw that scars the wall seeking sweet escape

Shall not escape or find there minds

for death seeks death's own hate

Behind the walls are the claws and many

marks made in sweet silence...

Claushtane Bertron
8.24.08