Sludge Art

Itinérant
Rosetta

Rosetta – Itinérant

Wandering home,
with all these fears,
resting with a point of space.

This is,
poised in the hands of man,
slip in - slip out,
no day or night.

No time - or place.

We put our trust in the faith of man,
we walk the trail,
crossing over a bridge,
when we saw the beauty that we could be.

Wishing out,
our hands, are in the soil now,
our time is up.

Europa,
set my sails,
on your oceans of ice tonight.

Set me on the trails of light,
the caverns in your iron core are home.

Europa rely,
the final resting place of my soul,
the monolith will come,
surrender reality up to cross over the night,
my boat is waiting on the shores of ice.

I may give up my only belief,
this borrowed time is over now,
pay the price,
forgotten years and pieces of Eden.

I’m wondering home,
with all these fears,
resting before me,
I put my faith in the hands of man and now I rest in soil.

I’m wondering,
my time is almost up,
this void is closing around,
my own universe is all in another time,
borrowed time,
pay it back,
I miss them all,
the halves of me.
I’m wondering.

Apophenia
Sunpocrisy

Sunpocrisy - Apophenia

Lost we are entangled up
asking questions to ourselves

We’re nothing more than concreteness
victims trapped into our limits
Blind beliefs that lead us: “Trust in what we can perceive with senses”. Thousands minds that reflect our tendency to flatten layers of knowledge, demonstrating that we’re just wasting our time
Look above us, sky is just a fragment and shows us how we’re nothing more than ants. Human weakness is what we hide
Overwhelming celebration of our fault

Entwined with our fears of being in your hands, we’re deaf to the universe that guides us. How can we enhance our thin perception of every small wonder hiding behind simple shapes?

So why? we cannot see…
From taking the leap? how close we are…

Our reborn consists in breaking rims of the mind. So, what are we waiting for?
Nature is breathing and evolving, silent structures are rising. Pure beauty.
Every step behind will bring your mind
far from feel the light of this new life

Feeding modern wastelands, we are proud to call ‘em “towns”, elevating buildings near to god, we adore the illusion of a deity and his reign above the clouds but sacred are the patterns: they exist, they are all around us
Overwhelming celebration of our fault

We are the end of ourselves, we ignore the evidence that nothing will preserve the Earth from the collapse when you will become exactly as the ash you trample, now…

Start breathing
All the answers that you’re searching
seem so far but still in front of you
This landscape is what you deserve

Φ - Phi
Sunpocrisy

Sunpocrisy - Φ - Phi

…And so the Universe?
Some kind of unreal sphere. I visualize this canopy, floating in front of me…
Leaning out my hand. Come to me

Your circles inspire me and I draw lines with fingers in the air and trying to figure out the nothing. The spiral runs inside, the edge is tangent to the border of circumscribed square.
Mother, forgive this scatter of misfits: they can’t satisfy the inside and their starvations. Today consider: we are not equal, deconstructing open mind,
we should not forget the Sign φ

A plus B, over A is equal A over B

Because this is the form. Surrounding us the measures repeated mark our lives
We cannot close the doors of perception
wide open sight. Bright lights show me a way to abstract the mind
Inspire sky of existence is amplified

How can I see through my mortal eyes?
We need to take time to find what we are
(Searching) wild lines of this drawing
How can we try to forget?

The hawk is focused and his descent shows the rule. Chaotic hurricanes are dominated by this order. The extinguished nautilus reflects divine proportions like galaxies in space; where spirals dominate the Void
Bright lights show me a way to abstract the mind. Inspire sky of existence is amplified

Not the eyes, nor praying, nor the mind in anyway will help you to find a way through the Garden and the Seas of light

To go beyond is wrong as to fall short Greetings and salutations…