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

  richirach by tesla coil

EGOCENTRIC NEXT!

this time we go ego

MODEL ZR
WARDOBE SANDRA AZWAN/JULIEN HAKYM
ART DIRECTOR JULIEN HAKYM

Angela & The Mirror

behind my eyes 

another dimension 

taps me on the 

shoulder, sad, 

fearful, alone.

I turn to my
portal. a blood-rush
fear stares at
itself, at ME. 

my life-vein fabric
surrounds me with
firey red fear.

gathering my image
for the taking a
voice whispers to me,
"come out and play."

"do I know you," I asked.
"your face is strange
to me." 

"you know me 

all too well,"  was 

the fizzled reply. 

"touch the mirror
and step into your
night-tide."

slipping sideways
through my mind's
doorway I asked, 

"what shall we play?" 

staring with
faceless fear I
pleaded, " where
did you go?  I
cannot see you."

no one was there.

in breathy silence 

I spun back
and peered into
the mirror.  

weighing the image
cocooned in black
I gathered my face
for the taking: 

and from kindled lips
I hissed to the
captured voice,

"you won't go ANYWHERE.

come out to
play!"

text by rick burnett baker

wardrobe by sandra azwan

model dewi joko

art director julien hakym 

  Haunted House - Acidhedz - Animorphic Ghosts by Acidhedz

The Curse of an Overpowered Toile

I am from
the past,
toile facade
without a
story; a muslin
wrap guards
my skin:  I wait. 

ancient voices
stalk me;
whisper to my
fierce silence:

I listen. 

jolted ridged
in my
canvas flesh,
toile spirits
bind me still:

I stand. 

like scissors
ripping cloth
I surrender
to my darker
spirit:
I pray. 

ancient voices of
Jouy-en-Josas
grip my reason. 

from behind a door
they shout,
"joy from yourself!"
"joy to your pleasures!"
"joy for the kingdoms
of the past and now!"
"joy for the curse of
your inner
divine!"

I awaken. 

the world
mocks the
empty me,
but my
dark light
is birthing
from my lips,
beyond my
body:

I unfold.

the world
has forgotten me, 
but no more: 

I stalk
every doubt,
the creature me,
a needle in
their stiched
souls:

I stand. 

giving birth to
my inner self
the light in
my face
is the reason
of  creation:

I emerge. 

you cannot
stand in the
way of creation;
you will not
hold my
future to the
forgotten past:

I become. 

my inner skin
opens in glory:

I am self-contained
in its beauty. 

who, under cover,
reveals the
cloth of self,
but me?

I am
toile!

I am
the
curse of
your fears!

I am
the door
to your
secret desires!

obey
your
toile!  

Text by R. Burnett Baker. 

Special thanks to Sandra Azwan.
Also featured in Life With Sandra.