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Other Writing...
...undertaken originally to illustrate the pictures
A collection of my compositions from today (Contemporary) and the early to mid nineties (Older)
The Embassy for the Star System Sirius
(well it was a for an hour)
DAM, THIS IS SOME CAGE (O+C)
With regards to Bel-gara sitting in a glade dripping with white sunlight. Willows playing with the surface of a stream already broken up by a fall. She’s an earthy one, drinking in wonder at a day like this.
She knew the events remembered from days hence will seem unreal at the time. Her mind grappling with already knowing and painful fragments and enlarged by real time action.
But even after constant use and then and once again being forced to slip into an ice ladened tomb. With her once again holding tight as she took the now well-practiced fall and with it finding other ways to be and outside of a normal charged matter state. And by seeking refuge in the ancient records, she thought past a normal conscious way to think and indeed, to be. Or indeed and more often than not lately, how not to be.
Gripping on to the knowledge of the circuitry of a universal mind, with it now left to a greater mother to set her free. As an increase of negatively charged ion streams now naturally let loose the bonds of matter that pinched the negative mass into fast running streams.
With it as they thought shielding the falsely lit glade but in reality, letting loose otherworldly events made by choices continually and selfishly taken and becoming a state of affairs forced to block a natural course. Warnings come and warnings were ignored before becoming warnings no more and with nowhere to go.
As individual consciousnesses on mass connect to the universal circuit, with atoms separating their charge to balance the imbalance in the universal mind.
Woodgreen to Home (C)
Rivers of rain running down the High Street
And the 29 is due, the 29 is always due
Even when according to Countdown, it’s not
It appears anyway and right out of the blue
Lakes of water covering the High Street
The banner gets illuminated, for the waiting cue
We ascend up a step and out of the rain
Because the 29 was due, because the 29 is always due
The deluge stops falling as we travel the High Street home
The upper deck almost empty, apart from a few
Due to the 29 being due, because the 29 being always due
With it getting us to home doors, to then go through
HALFWAY DOWN THE ARM OF A SPIRAL GALAXY (O)
From within the power of legends
a magic pathway will be found
Reaching for the countless stars above
with both feet firmly one the ground
Group positive conscious intention
thinking beyond the rational mind
Losing oneself into the world outside
then to emerge from the daily grind
Tortured by the need to live
but keeping true to the way you are
Trusting the truth will in the end prevail
so we can be glad we’ve come this far
SPELLING (C)
It’s only other people that makes spelling wrong when yuve rongly spelt
Stop-ing flooding thought is a dam, a curse to creativity
Illogical letters wasting brain space
When thought comes a different way
The Watchers (C)
The watchers are stirring
reality and myth are now blurring
With tales giving echoes from the past
and the dice in both hands now being cast
Roll on and spin those dots around
Because joined up an answer will be handed down
Relinquished and released unbounded
with reality being shifted and with myth then being grounded.
From the Blackness (O)
The eye which was launched from the age of the cusp was not affected by the distortion that gave breath to life. It viewed a sphere inside the path of another rational mind keeper. The once dead landscape could now connect and all at once a veiled tempest showed itself within the consciousness of the mass and held them in apprehension. They knew not what to do such tales, seen from times before the ground sank beneath heavily weighed waters. With only the sons and daughters of love lifting their hearts, joyous in the knowledge and bathing them in the frequency of the vibration which illuminated the multitude and with it, ripping the doubts of man. Negative thought patterns could now be driven with all its names and shapes of greed formed fear into the light to be enlightened or be vanquished. From the blackness sight saw the dive shimmering and looking with, it shone back.
THE ICE SEASON (O)
Emerging, hat pulled down, scarf pulled up. All that has been seen, all that has been touched, lost.
But no not lost but held in the recesses of the mind.
So what will enlighten, thaw and bring into being conjectures from sunnier times,
indeed can one still bring to mind such feelings filled with joy.
Tripping to the knees, cursing to the self.
"Luck beyond mercy I shall see this through."
Thoughts now have sound showing misty white against the biting air.
"And shall this spring never again have be to be tapped but left to run free under its own devices".
With you slinging my soul upon the hearth of time to be re-forged, made new,
made strong. With my spirit rising unshackled from that frost laddered tomb.’
This winter long which has cast dulled reactions now calls upon the stumbling wreck.
"Many a time have I dragged you on, only for you to sink deeper, until the quagmire
kissed your gasping breath, testing your being, testing your understanding, a trial to
yourself."
‘Now that might happen, see it into being. Let meadows drip with morning drew,
Bluebells sing in harmony with woodland life and ancient Oak. Being wide of girth and as
solid as the Mother she hugs, and let it show its foliage to the warming light.’
Languished between compromise to do right and survival to live, the persona deepens, thrusting itself upon life. Jewelled rich and encrusted, waiting to ored free. To splinter colour into shared reflections of the self and with joyful hope and knowing that the fall could be greater.
ADJUSTED CONSCIOUS REALITY (O)
And so I welcome you to my dream
Back to front or so it would seem
Being held on the normal plain
But not in the twelfth house
Not the fishes domain
When the tap starts to flow to reach the tide
Then on the biggest wave we will ride
Journeying down a tunnel long
Looking for a glimmer of life’s rich song
Staggering on hope enjoyment denied
Madness shows visions
Down life’s rough ride
Another bend or twist to corrupt
Will it now finish an end abrupt
Moving up inside comes flooding out
With a poets eye a change about
Sensing the flow fluid not seen
Feelings one caught
For the dawn serene
Loosing sight beyond what might seem
Blinking oneself from the self esteem
Tens of thousands turns round the sun
Nowhere to go nowhere to run
When the needle points a window to the core
Showing a shift
Getting ready to soar
It matters not how much true grit
Dinosaurs couldn’t find boots big enough to fit
Magnetic pull of a love embrace
Must go on or sink without trace
Living in my head a rugged existence
Trying hard to smile
With least resistance
Is this reality or a lunatics muse
Or will this be where both will fuse
changing matter states (C)
If squeezing a barrel is as simple as a thought induced pinch
then squeezing some flesh would be, well such a synch
and all because once given some applause for the trap
turns out to be also, getting a little extra clap
and with it in the end turning out to be,
an intergalactic and somewhat terrifying reality slap
You try frying the brain but instead just increase the range
with a way to translate thought forms through the pHage
being routed to the spot but travelling the globes
light in the neither regions will now start to strobe
with new decision having to be now made
to get rid of the pinched and now flatter arcing lobes
So off they must now come, impossible to live with
and so stopping a rock hard reach to midriff
spontaneous human combustion has to start somewhere
So get rid, before the whole body really starts to flair
and so a choice that was made in hell
leaves people in disbelief and giving an uncomprehending stare
TIME IS MEMORY LINGERING ON (O)
Living life with a Scorpio flare, hovering grey between the hills
Perpetual motion a thing started
travailing for ever never parted
Creative inspiration from chaos gained
energy conscious to structure the flow,
a rendezvous with a dream to keep, for
what is sown, one will surely reap
LAST GATE FOR A RETREAT UNKNOWN
(O)
Running beneath the undertow
Set upon a wayward drift
Born into a world raw unpolluted
Affected by ways thought out by man
Getting outside but staying inside
As time relates itself to all
How bright is it at the tunnels end?
Living for now and what may come
A soul wise being what we are inside
With emotions that were put upon
Direct reverse effect will be
To oneself it will come
Reasoning with view points distorted
Holding onto a clouded stand
Comments and actions invoked
As time meshes up with the land
UNRELATED? (O)
Measureless rocks drop within an unchanging sun
As if the fifth came early with a love relation to none
But look again its free not bought but given
From the outer ego you get the inner now smitten
With a balance of the third the fourth came about
Hold fast the main-brace the beam is still stout
Steering a true course with Neptune pointing to a crab
Outside the confining rings you’ll find more
Ninety degrees to keep tab
A polarity shift makes it first and goal
Then an expansive game play to touch down the soul
DREAMSPEED (O)
Backwards or in from a desire
True to your being then giving over
Nothing changes your still the self
Feasting on bits felt by rains unseen
Thinking at dreamspeed to keep up with all
Looking with a slowed down view to see
As much as there is plus a hole lot more
Filtering out impressions designed to confuse
Driving you on with the wind at your heels
Testing the speed at which you can fly
Encouraging and willing the borders to RIP
To see well beyond the fabric that no longer chimes
To be and not to be, that is the reason.
Without doubt ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune and avoid taking arms against a sea of troubles. But still opposing, end them
To die, to sleep no more
By a sleep to say we end.
The heart-ache and the brain-ache shocks
And devoutly to wish to die or indeed to sleep
But during those woken hours to dream, yes there’s the rub.
For it’s in those woken states what dreams will come.
Variation On A Theme (O)
LATENESS (O)
Walking into a wall one finds
A sea of faces and upset minds
Swaying emotions trying to cover
Feelings of loss of a colleague friend and brother
Folded nakedness adorns the floor
As temperate charcoal tries to capture
The grace the form with rugged line
A crayon goes round and around
Sheet after sheet the artists pound
A joke a light hearted remark
But silence once more
Broken by a change in shape
As liquid colour upon paper laid
Is laid to rest with light and shade
ASCENDANT LIFTING SUBSTANCE (O)
Beyond the streets a lighter feeling
Through the doors heads are needing
To subdue the pressures of the day
Lift ones spirits put colour into grey
Upon the counter visible through heated sand
Held lucid inside supported by the hand
Getting ready to engage
In a social stand
Lifting the personality off it hinges
Like another the social binges
Keeping a hold on the shining sun
Just as a good show it can run and run
Above the attic is begging
In the head the fluid is flooding
And on the high seas rolling and reeling
LIGHT FORMING DISTANCE IN TIME (O)
Thought alchemy fascinates
held in hands illuminates
held tight stimulates
passion deep within and held, animates
Radiant with presence not seen
with beauty through the light to the many
and beauty through the deep to the few
riding free outside your head
with thought from solid rock wrought
Step inside and feel the rain
when divided colour upon luckless hills begin to drain
that which cannot be bought or sold
is turned by touch to liquid gold
The Rescue of Andromeda (O)
#1 The Past
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From a time when the human spirit was young
And freedom was gained by the courage the sword and the gun.
The evil of mans arrogance
Imposing imprisoning inspiring to win the hearts of the many
Prejudice and hate to their fellow man and woman
And all for the comfort of the few
The love of money the love of power the love of the self
Through such things what of the soul and what of mans role
Rape of Mother Earth
#2 The Present
We take her blood abuse her body
Drilling and mining, well it’s there to take
We could use her up but we’d be wise to think
Before we take her to the brink
Adjustments she’ll will have to make
When all we do is rape
We take and she has to give
But when she gives we’ll have to take
Appearing Horizons
#3 The Future?
Time was then and time is now
But what of time to come
Open your eyes open your mind
A new world what will it be
The choice is clearly ours
Cooperation talk and peace
Or hate wars and rows
Our children what will they think
If we take old and new down the sink
IT’S BETTER TO WAIT THAN GET IT WRONG (C)
Sifting information shooting spasms of thought urging a decision-making course.
Follow its meandering flow, it knows where to go, it has always gone there.
Waiting a patience game, supporting travellers on their way,
through the lands lowest levels
and finding its own run
its own plasma flow
to source
2C
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two becomes one, with one becoming one nil
DOING TIME ON PLANET EARTH (C)
Waking up in the morning light
and finding that sleep doesn’t hold the dream
The dream it seems was not just of the head
The dream it seems was living a nightmare reality instead
So many are doing time on planet earth
and walking around like open sores
with pealing plasters covering the wounds
with emotions so tender and still so raw
Hope is a four-letter word
to build you up to a tortuous fright
as it then lets you drop down from an even greater height
To smash you on ground all broken and all alone
a prisoner of the mind left only to groan
as you are held down and not given bail
due to having to live in a reality cell
A prisoner on earth trying to survive hell's decent
with it seemingly also being
a blessing and heaven sent
(C)
Silent tears drop
painting non moving cheeks wet
no movement no sound
but still the pain, is shouting loud
The Last Big Creative Bit
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COMBUSTED DUST
(James Bond- A Fan Musical)
by
philip c francis
THE PLOT & BACKGROUND THINKING
Now that the U.S government has admitted that UFOs or rather as they prefer to call them, Unidentified Arial Phenomena or UAPs, are real and that they can do nothing about them going about their business in what the U.S regard as their air space. With this also happening in other parts of the world and other air spaces too. Bond has no choice but to get involved.
Originally designed for the stage, film and as individual music videos, this is a 12-tune musical that tracks Bond’s progress as he goes rogue, in search of what he thinks is a captured human/alien hybrid, so he can rescue her. Six are original tunes and six are existing songs by other artists and which will used for some action scenes.
The style of the musical is more Cabaret, rather than being a high kicking dance show. With each original song and other original tune being more of an integral part of the plot.
It is good to realise that as well as terrestrial politics, extraterrestrial politics must also be taken into consideration as part of earth’s everyday life on earth as well now. With all the implications involved, as different countries try to gain advantage of past obtained UFO technology, with modern thinking.
But also and increasingly, now having to deal more directly with the UFOs themselves. As they now take a less distanced approach with the human authorities generally, with them now having to transverse this present wave at a much closer distance.
When the Cold War ended and the Eastern Bloc collapsed, certain items were recovered from the former USSR, including extraterrestrial and what they called, ‘Psychic Generators’. These devices were part of the drive control systems of the downed UFOs.
The soviets found that some individuals when connected to these devices and although weren’t able to do anything complex like control a UFO, it could increase their ESP abilities.
Over the decades some of these devices have been back engineered in the West as far as they could be with modern micro circuitry etc. With a uk version of this now being part of ‘Q’s operational kit and being handed out to the OO agents out in the field and so, espionage goes intergalactic.
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Combusted Dust
by
philip c francis
Script for the Q and Bond scene
[2 extracts]
[Bond]
Morning Q
[Q]
Only just about OO7, it’s a couple of minutes to midday already and with what is happening these days, well I was expecting you to have come a bit earlier.
And by the way you are still dressed, I take it some girl had your attention over night?
[Bond]
I try not to be premature with anything Q, and especially when my err, attention is being held by a lady.
[Q]
Yes Bond, very droll.
You will be fully briefed by M once I have finished with you. But you will get the idea of where we are at, as I explain the newest bits of kit. It’s still Beta versions, so feedback as to its use in the field would be greatly appreciated.
[Bond is about to speak but Q and without looking at him, stops him with a hand gesture]
Now please listen Bond as this might shock you, it has to some of the other OO agents that I have seen already.
Now what do you know of if anything, on the subject of UAPs?
[Bond]
Wow really UAPs, are you serious ‘Q’?
[Q]
Yes Bond very serious and although you weren’t read into all the details, this is what you were involved in, with yesterday’s target and who you should have brought in for questioning as requested, and not kill with your usual vigour.
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[Q]
Ok, well it’s time to think about it again as what you are about to get as the latest part of the OO kit has been refined from a UAP control system. Where short range telepathic control through the headset device controls the craft. With it also giving thought communication between the crew and so as far as we can tell, making the craft and crew think as a single entity.
[Bond]
So, do I now give up the Aston Martins and get a flying saucer?
[Q]
No, sadly not yet 007.
You instead, get the new Vortex sports car, with it's all new plasmoid drive.
And where in combination with the car and as far as we can tell, the headset device can…
[Bond]
“As far as we can tell”, you mean you don’t know what you built does? Exactly how Beta is this device?
[Q]
Well Bond, it’s actually very, very Beta.
We are trying to catch up with some other countries and who have somewhat a march ahead of us with such technology. But as you know, we are rather creative in blighty and we have configured it, to what we think is effective.
So Bond and once again, feedback as to its use would be very helpful indeed.
{Q dons the device}
Let me show you some of the things we know we can do with it. Imagine your target is in a building and you want to know which exit he will use to get out. You just tune into him by wearing the device, read his mind and so allowing you to go and lie in wait for them.
[Bond]
Really? Now that could be really helpful?
[Q]
Indeed yes, and which means you should be able to retain targets in the future when required and not automatically just kill them.
The device works because conscious stressed thinking, like being in a combat situation, creates strong electromagnetic waves within the local environment and which can be read by the device. What I have also found by using it to demonstrate some of its known functions to you OO agents is, that memories can also be read. But these are harder to see and you’ll need to get some practice with the device to see those. Live action is really easy though, to get impressions of.
[Bond}
“Get impressions of?”
[Q]
That’s the best way to describe it. But very detailed impressions as you’ll see yourself. Like the impressions that the sectary from the Canadian embassy whom you met at a commonwealth cocktail party last night was the reason for your late arrival today.
I can see that she had long black hair and dark make up with her style being a bit Gothish. She wore, or rather did at the start of the evening, black knickers with red thrills. She has a birthmark on her back, up towards the shoulders on the right-hand side and below her hairline. She told you of the advancements in solar atmospheric phenomena in Canada and which you were going to ask me if I knew anything about. And the answer is yes, it’s called SAFIRE and we are looking at its continued development with great interest.
Original Lyrics
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Combusted Dust
by
philip c francis
[extract]
The biggest bang this side of a faraway sol
and a fantasy you thought that you thought you could control
but it didn’t turn quite as you planned
as it left you being- totally dammed
A nightmare trap that you run into
A greedy dream that you got yourself nailed to
And now it’s all too late
because you sealed your fate
as you jumped back through the gate
to the lure of a mutable cross
you can’t now escape
Undercover lover breaking cover my deep space lover
Thinking warm thoughts
not cold and hate
a queen’s gambit it’s not
it’s a simple check mate
They froze just the head
and used the stomach neurons instead
but the knowledge gained was bathed in a carnal red
so in the end it was always a poor choice of bed
a poor choice of bed
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©
Let Winter Be Spring
by
philip c francis
[extract]
From a frozen mind
through suspended time
and knowing you were there
somewhere
In a different space
in a different place
riding out winter storms
It was fun
mind games through the frost
imagining being together not lost
in the warmth of a Yule Log’s glow
but now imaginings
they have mobility
they have solidity
and now we are in from the cold
they have rigidity
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©
Love Currents
by
philip c francis
[extract]
Coming together
now and for ever
a sweet surrender
Like a pinched sun
as two become one
Streaming together
arcing forever
with joined hearts
love currents start
Through a love substrate
through minds open gate
where neutrinos fly
so let the love currents flow
let love currents go
through the plasma dark mode afterglow
Always you and me
It seems it was always meant to be
you and me
‘Plasma Discharge Mode 1 baby’
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©
Connecting the Root to the Crown
by
philip c francis
[extract]
Touching you
and not just in the mind
Turning what spring promised
into the summertime
my mind was blown
as you sucked them in
and they were shown
that they had gone far too far
as they tried to reach for the stars
and as if they hadn’t gone far enough
and so while you blew my mind they got blown to dust
Spontaneous human combustion
Lacking empathy with no compassion
Spontaneous human combustion
And you get Mother’s own brutal solution
Never eye a gift horse in the mouth
as atoms in the neurons align north to south
from the mind messages that you send
it has to finish in a fiery end
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Gadget Girl
by
philip c francis
(extract)
What’s with the watch, gadget girl, gadget girl
What’s with the pen, did you have more than code to send
More than just a time piece then, gadget girl, gadget girl
More than writing verse then, to try to make amends.
Thought guided cars, with the usual mod cons too
Raiser sharpened thinking with thoughts that flew
Electrical technology with wired in biology
Magic happens with used ufology