Friday, January 18, 2013

Myrsina

 
Summer rain drops its final farewell, winter knocks from a distance
young souls hold the everlasting sacred bond. hopeful dreams of tomorrow fill their world with a child that slowly grows.
but winter only fulfilled one part of the agreement  ..  skin as white as snow and hair as black as col and cheeks as red as blood was the young child of theirs, as a soul departures to the other side another is incarnated giving a glimmer of joy but heavy load of loss.
seven winters passed and her other half remarried a dreadful female with dreadful daughters of sin, greed and envy was masked behind magical beauty .. a beauty so rare but deceitful.
Asking the sun who's the fairest of them all, but as the days goes by the child reflects infinite surreal beauty and the sun beamed down on the fairest of all.
envy grew thick, and trickery was placed with greed of who's the fairest of them all.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

The Troll King


















 Many undefined phenomena’s turns our simple human imagination loose, simply because the unseen plays an important role in our beliefs about almost everything.
In dreams the human brain functions in a realistic manner, a perfect example of such is a painting drawn by John Henry Fuseli around 1871-1872 named  “The Nightmare”.

Fuseli, a Swiss born artist who lived most of his life in England, was the iconic genius of his time. In the late 18th century most artists were influenced by a style called “Romanticism”. This style was widely known among legendary artists at that time.
When we wonder, on what does Romanticism mean? Our brain immediately thinks of “Love”. But if we actually took a closer look and reviewed the basic concept of Romanticism we would actually find out that it really explores the imaginative inner realms of the mind, a human point of view in expressing words like, I feel, I think, I act, I live, I am an individual, my life is my own, freedom, love, the sense of creating the unseen world of books, tales, sayings and legends.
In “The Nightmare“ Fuseli created an unseen supernatural threat, which astonished us as the
“Incubus”.  
 This all came from European folklore.
( An Incubus is a devious creature of the night,
 a demon known to surmount or lay upon helpless women in their sleep and conduct in sexual activities with them.


The disturbing cold look on the Incubus’s face haunted its viewer and gave an infamous reputation that speaks for itself. The symbolism is as clear as it can get. It displayed an occurring nightmare of a sleeping woman. the room seem effected with a soft concentration of light. This style in painting is called Chiaroscuro, and it literally means “Light-Dark”.
Many Artists use the style “Chiaroscuro” in their painting technique; it’s when they illuminate a dark area, like painting a lit candle in a dark room. The mix of dark and bright colors smartly gives an illusion of a light source.
Then there’s a crazed mare lurking from behind the curtains, and that itself wasn’t a random use of canvas space. If we actually took a closer look on the origins of the word nightmare we would find out that it actually means “An evil spirit that suffocates sleepers”.  Fuseli showed a cryptic message of some sort. To explain more take the symbol of a drawn eye, a heart and the letter U, what does that look like? It clearly shows the symbol and the formation of the sentence “I love you”. In Fuseli’s painting The nightmare it does exactly that, the atmosphere seems dark and at night time, the mare is there just like the “I love you” sentence, and for Fuseli he wanted to symbolize the night-mare. 
There was also a vile of what seemed to be some kind of medication. Back at that time people were extremely superstitious, and some strongly believed that if women didn’t have any children their most likely to have lost their mind and gone insane.  In order to calm those women down doctors prescribe a dangerous hallucinogenic drug called Optisulin. The drug did calm women down, but with terrible side effects that mostly lead to death and some serious cases of addictions.
 The whole theme represents an intense sexual sight.
Another theory about the message art scholars debated about this painting is that the sleeping woman is Anna Landolt. Anna was Fuseli’s lover, they were deeply in love and Fuseli planned to ask her hand in marriage, sadly Anna’s father did not agree and they were forced to leave each other. Heart broken Fuseli created this masterpiece out of frustration, Fuseli then was reincarnated within the Incubus in the painting. The painting represented an erotic aspect of lost love and the pain Fuseli faced on a daily biases knowing she was never his.

We as soul beings of this planet love to explore the infinite imaginative realm of dreams and unexplained fantasies. Being allured to this beautiful yet disturbing iconic image is only natural.
 After all it does really tap into pages of our brain that only our wildest dreams managed to show.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Sisters to the Grogons


Cannibalism


The Draconian

He who walks the path of the righteous , he who holds the dragons heart and it is he who shall rule the unspoken land of the wicked.

he brings hope but death will always follow knocking on the crimson doorway of Hades, and life will weep tears of remorse as light becomes a mere shadow of yesterdays dislocated soul.

he was the chosen the marked dragon the draconian , with cold undesirable eyes that bewitched the desperate innocent, bringer of peace he is not but pandemonium chaos he shall fulfill.

an eye for an eye , as the sinner walks amongst us , a clash of swords on the tip of an iceberg ready to collide ready to morn ready to unreveal the seals.
"And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see.  And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer."  Thus all we await all that were  living for , as the reason minds obsession  allures to wanting more, the inevitable truth screams from within the subconscious, shining the forsaken ray and acknowledging the divine draconian.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Jabberwocky


Shivering in deepest red to the edge of dreams , tears of tomorrow only lingers within the path to decay, Alice is lost and the allure of rotten flesh only seems prevalent for the time being , Chehire cat's face is covered is  dessicated blood and caterpillars swarm around white rabbit like maggots devouring on a still corps .. as Alice reads through the looking glass,
" Twas bryllyg, and ye slythy toves
Did gyre and gymble in ye wabe:
All mimsy were ye borogoves;
And ye mome raths outgrabe."
 

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy
a flawless smile creeps up the unimaginable fate that stole a child's innocence , erased existence cruel intentions , flames so dark sight beyond them is just overly vivid , even though the incredible    wound eats away the swine , even though fate can't completely hold back thoughts that dwell within the darkness and sharpest of blades can't save this spirit solitude awaits .. when stars outspread the night time watch as Alice slowly falls down with frozen features as silence is the bringer of the Jabberwocky .   


 
       


Wednesday, July 4, 2012

The trasformation of Odine

   Simple living and innocent being is
what i was seeing,
peaceful swan was my wan,
one bad day all it takes
for the journey from white to black.
The surrounding evil at its excruciating will.

Dark was overtaking the white king,
when thorns of black wings bring,
red tears wear the new me,
few days all it take for the transition.

Devil's double was exhibiting.
extracting the color from dark lor,
stronger it became.

Killing every extract of the white swan,
spread its wings,
ready to be the king of everything,
poisoning the fellow being
viciating, creating and retaliating later...