The Awakening

Text Rick Burnett Baker


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Enriqe Fly-disire-blank And Jones(trip-hop Remix) Mp3

The Mother Couture

introspective bloom
diluted ache
brazen fur
diluted take

anaerobic spill
impeding rhythm
stagnant daze
impeding decision

knife contour
static ledge
dynamic vision
static head

shattered sides
parallel schism
white dye
parallel indecision

iconic fall
delicate cover
hidden marks
delicate shudder

Text ED

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Hudson Mohawke - 4/3 Hurt

The Unborn Couture

These multiples of self
gather pantomimes of creation
into ether-world thought,
a trinity of imagination

as evilly selfish
as it is kind;

as openly erotic
as it is stoic.

Cocooning above the mind of reality
there is determined celebration,

and with trepidation it mirrors
beginning thoughts of bravura,

dreams of catwalking
in solitary splendor -
with a twin or triplet
quiescent performance
before sheltering androgynous
beauty:

Sheltering this purpose

of unborn couture.

Text by Rick Burnett Baker

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The Unborn Couture..Stay Tuned.

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Plaisir D'amour, For Voice & Piano (or Orchestra) - Maastricht Salon Orchestra

 

F i S h

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,

The ocean smashed,

Against the sea-caves walls,

There you saw me,

Bare, revealed to you,

Your breath hitched,

“What is this monstrosity?” 

 

Pity,

The first that you feel,

You scoured for libretto,

Despite my parsimonious echo,

Provoke!

So I would behest,

Against your spiel,

 

Aeons ago,

I was submerged,

Deep under by my maker,

I remember,

Writhing in agony,

Into a critter I morphed,

 

I despised my master,

The Grandiose,

Spiteful revenge followed through,

I shall wreck and carve,

The Deep Blue realm,

With clamored dominion,

The realm is mine,

In the midst of pandemonium,

The Angelicas appeased it pleas,

“This is odious!

How you foraged,

The evernity of peace!”

“There will be retribution

Our maker The Grandiose,

Will pour into you with his wrath!”

I looked down,

Heh, The Angelicas!

Severed fins!

Scattered flesh!

 

They will be!

None will loom over me,

Tell that to the so-called Grandiose,

Announce! For I have no fear to spare!

Wrath?

What wrath will befall me?

I am the new GRANDIOSE,

Only crowns and jewels will dress me,

Plethora of scions,

My very own legion,

Bow.

“The critter did not listen to us master!”

The Angelicas bemoan,

“Punish, punish, punish” They chanted,

“A curse shall fall” And in unison they sentenced

The sea-beds rumbles,

The waves clashing,

Chaos, rage,

Gnashing teeth of destruction,

Clamored, the execution begins,

The Deep Blue is fallen with curse

There I was,

Here I am,

To you creature,

I am simply,

FISH

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03 Aquarium  

egocentric

silent and calm

normalcy is a feeling

ticking like a bomb

ill wait in patience
as shadows draw near
keep my location

tingling in my spine
unrest in my mind
as i count down the time

full color emerge
there is no escape
infinite electric surge

stare into the light
as i look deeper
my addicted sight

becoming a hollow shell
nothing to provide
i will let in hell

my last sanity
in the palm of my hands
goodbye fantasy

hell is taking hold
we fight for control
but i have to let go

newly acquired body
no more resistance
ive become somebody

spotlight control
stark contrast
free of soul

everyone stare
you want to be me
but i dont care

new found power galore
as i reach down
you want more

immortalized symbol
i have become
the deed is done

text ed

model zr

wardrobe sandra azwan/julien hakym

art director julien hakym

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