Memoari posljednjeg Umjetnika..
subota, 21.10.2006.
"Evil is Live spelled backwards"
Anton LaVey
''A grave of the iconic Idea, a tomb the primal Vision.. Here Reality was forged.. Reality..a tool that build the planes.. The very corner stones of our worlds, are based on a set of Rules.. Rules built by reality, based on Nothing.. Again, Ironically the world we live to know, was a product of Insanity.. Yes, correct.. Insanity.. Chaos.. Because, how would you make the rules for a world, if you don't even know what rules means? Pointless isn't it? No.. It's not.. It's Imperative that you understand.. Though the forms of ''real'' are various, they share common reference.. Emotion..the only absolute
motion...Throw away all your knowlegde, to free your imagination, to focus your soul..Close your eyes, to free you of your blindness....see the point of the blade..''
The agonic stream of crimson.
Then he awoke..
''Reality''
The Artist
Behold the neon stars,upon the concrete sky.
I wonder, will we ever fly?
Born from his mothers womb,
Born to his fathers tomb.
No sky to see,
no place for glee.
The Artist
ponedjeljak, 16.10.2006.
It all fell down,
from the Spire,
all that wore a crown,
That lit the fire.
The sign of light,
that fades away,
in an age of fright.
Today.
The Artist
petak, 06.10.2006.
The Paradox
I was born with a name of irony.. A "heretic", born as Amadeus.."God-Lover" they called me.. Still I kept my given name.. a twisted sort of sarcasm if You will. For I have never believed in a "pure" way, a "right" way.. How could I? After all I understood? From my first days, I had the memories... Memories of an End. Memories of our imminent doom, our irresisteble defeat, our sealed Fate. Memories of today..
We were never ment to succeed.. Our Evolution stopped decades ago.. Humanity became over-globalized and over-tollerant..
The individual ceased fighting for his rights, for change, for power.. The human problems grew distant or unreal.. Our tollerance for true pain lowered, our grasp of true issues weakened, our insticts of survival faded... A world of cliche.. In those days we ALL "understood the world".. Every second person saw the whole problem, everyone knew the answer..
EVERYONE was a messiah, Everyone wise, Everyone an Anarchist.. And no one a survivor..
A world ordered by Anarchism, by the Subcultural.. In those times the archetypes of Revolution and change became the simbols of our Decay... Ironic and sad...For in a culture were to be different, you must be the same; there is no place for survival.. We grew weak and arrogant...
Today.. We settle the score... Something we should have done years ago.. We make one last stand.. One more try.. For this time it is fuelled by our Greed, and not by our Vanity... Humanity ends in the only Natural way.. by fighting a Supernatural war..
"The Paradox"
The Artist
petak, 22.09.2006.
The Return
I have returned...
petak, 16.06.2006.
Have you ever noticed the swiftness of sorrow? The astonishing speed of it's impact.. How did I come here so fast?
For in a single moment of doubt the grasp of despair returns..Suficating my soul.. Drowning me within my own memories.. Drawing it's strength from our naivness, our expectations, our lost hopes.. You hold on trying to recover your lost senses, and your sanity... You succeed.. For now.. For this single moment... In the eternity of time...
