Crafty Movements & Motion Artistry

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This poem will eventually have a funny video to go along side it, until then enjoy the words.

Creator of Reality I'm the Creator of Reality, & i'm alive, astoundingly, surviving off a pre-fixation, to live a life inside creation, where the eternal laws of luck got founded, laws known to keep the Devil grounded, where coincidental factors rhyme, a crisp clear image, screams design, yep, i'm the Creator of Reality, so, best not, question, my sanity, once upon a time, i started to exist, and i must be made of paint, to have Bob Rossed up all this, yes this, A place where demons pave the way, and with a little bit of luck, they become more like us each day, a place where politics, turned those in charge, into retro movie starts, I'm the Creator of Reality, where bad luck haunts those that challenge me, & if they're not smart enough to see this ledge, they'll see it soon, for that i pledge, as, sometimes i take it twice as personally. just to hit three times as hard, because i couldn't help but notice, the nature of their cards, whilst i wasn''t hindered by a dictionary, with words all set in stone, I'm the creator of this Reality, where some logics overgrown, oh yes, we all get hit by bad luck, my original enemy, but what doesn't kill them makes them nicer, for we will slowly see, i'm the Creator of Reality, with facts of life surrounding with me, a stem grown right through thick concrete, an underdog, a masterpiece,

As part of my crazy rain dance collection where i play with all sorts of filter and mess with all sorts of effects.

One day i'll know all my poems off by heart!!!

I've played with movements a million times, and a million times again. Raw version is on my youtube channel in the unedited playlist This is something i love doing, so please sub me up and like my video!! it's encouraging. Thanks youtube.com/@MesmerizingMotionArt tiktok.com/@A_Creative_Spirit tumblr.com/4and-a-half4s dailymotion.com/tomas-bungay twitter.com/smoothme_tweetz

Realms of possibility Precision lifts because making sense is noticeable, Validity is vanities awkward twin, As a catch 22 may seal you in, Then, Only a positive outlook & belief in a test, Could begin to get you through such a mess, Yet, Positivity is within the realms of possibility Just like a, Universe with no life, is just dots, Still the amount of people that exist, Is actually lots and lots, And, Is there such thing as being over precise, the whole time a positive outlook, Can equate to contagious advice? “Indistinguishable” is such a distinguished word, And whilst salt can look like sugar, Most absolutes are just absurd, And how many salty people must be around, sneaking about and blending in with the crowd, One thing's for sure, you don't get that from me, I say what I think and you get what you see,

what they are really saying is, they're a nasty piece of work, who treat winners like they're losers, and nice guys like they are jerks, what they are really saying is, they don't care how right you are, don't care if they are wrong, nor do they care if it's by far, what they are really saying is, you may as well not exist, unless you agree with them completely, and don't make sense of this, that what they are really saying is nothing, that's them making sense, like charlie Chaplin is our hero, with Laurel and Hardy in defense, what they are really saying is they really do not care, they don't care if you're unlucky, they don't care if it's unfair, they don't care and they'll get away with it too, meanwhile, on the outskirts their worst nightmares coming true, they don't care so much life stops mattering, and when things do not matter, making sense is our right swing. i've heard it enough times now, i get it, you don't care, i get it, it's the reason, that you were never really there, you've killed the good side of yourself, with a basic set of words, and that won't stop mattering, until this attitude has been reversed, because "don't care" is their absolute favourite set of words, they use them all the time, not really the sort of mantra, that we need by our side,

Pessimism Prism not the sort that i forgive, affects too much the world we live, negative thoughts, deserving seizure, consider this arrest procedure. cuz i caught up with pessimism, left it reflecting in a prism, & though that prism glows with doubt, be confident it won't get out, refracting off the inside walls, it can't escape without the tools, plus stays alight so all can see, confidence turn to certainty, 'can't escape without the tools' nice to know, that we share rules, nice to know, that we share truths, though there is not a lot of proof, examine our creative thoughts, giving negative support, it makes me feel the weight of the world, but will not let me break these spells, a damn good reason to be mad, shocking software, simply bad, now I'm okay with a fair fight, whilst too much of this just can't be right, kept an eye, on my perspective, payed attention, as directed, exam conditioned, lazy thoughts, must have been, how they were taught, passing on beliefs as facts, back engineered & doesn't track,, catching up with fading patients, a load of mates and some relations, triangulate and come together, sunken dreams may mend the weather, telemetry of broken hearts, been getting aggro from the start, wish i knew, what i did to you, from birth to death, to likely die without a clue! pessimistic broken past, turning sense made into scars, optimism needing help, outside the confines of this shell, consider quitting whilst ahead, this place won't stop until it's dead, you got an awful lot out of life, though your message & truth, needs to survive,

For those days when you got nothing to do and just don't wanna get out of bed.

Such a wowser of a track by alex banks, totally awesome!

Nobody grades my homework but me, a G for great effort and a T for terrific timing!!!

One of my all time favourite artists, doing one of my all time favourite tracks on his acoustic! stunning, beautiful, entrancing and captivating.

The first video i've added a finish too, needed no extra work so have unpublished the original camera version.

I have an emotional attachment to this track, i play it quite a lot!

Hope you enjoy my creations as much as i have enjoyed the task of getting them out of myself. Really got my head around enough of this to make some decent progress.

I have a couple f motion x-ray videos, if i make many more i'll make a playlist of them.

it's a personal favourite i do quite a bit, but practice makes perfect and this is the perfect song to throw shapes to.

It's my garden!

life is so vast and i've been chucked in so many deep ends now, it'd be nice to be finally told i can either swim or they've removed all the water.

This is one trap you want to fall into!!!

re-doing a few of the poems i put together when the weather was cold man, so cold! fresh coat of paint on a nice day and i think it's come out better!! although isn't as fiery as the original video. if you enjoyed the poem, perhaps check out my spiritual poem playlist.

I figured out who i am.... for i am the one that got away from you..... for i am that person you never conceived could exist, & i am that person 'you'll never know what you missed'. so lets add it up, who could i be? in a world without magic i'd be nobody... but to add it up may remove your spark, and reveal you ideals to be low and of dark. like psychically knowing psychics don't exist! like the problems caused by normal lives receiving magic gifts! so many problems caused by those who claim to "know it all" I figured out who i am, and you were not taught me at school! have you figured out who i am yet, it's like secret millionaire, i advise you to open a window, cuz once i tell you, you'll need air, i smell a reset on it's way, more mistakes, fresh set of days, you never wondered why they're fine, their second half's your starting line, still struggling to figure it out, for i'm the one that got away, the reason there's no superhero, around to save the day. and no i ain't no bad guy, nor some kind of supervillain, i am my own worst enemy, and even i think i'm brilliant, yes, i figured out who i am, watching dreams and nightmare collide, a living manifestation of god showing off, his whimsical side,

first of the year, not the best topic to start off with, but i take them as they come. a common consensus, bubbling under the surface, fuel for a fire, heating the furnace, cuz i can't stand, sitting around i find it really tough, & i can't stand, compulsory, systematic, stuff, in the first half i gave you the world, and now where is the love, double standards in the second half, i'm just not robotic enough, now i ain't interested, in if things work out, & i ain't interested, in how things turn out, i give up, being let down, lack of sense, from bunch of clowns, pointing at the sky, calling it the ground, defending themselves, without any sounds, well, lies can't dim the light of truth, nor can it hide the brightest proof, everybody's different, a golden rule from school, afterwards you notice 'adults' really dropped the ball, because, i can't stand, sitting around i find it really tough, & i can't stand, compulsory, systematic, stuff, was living for a better future, so many never tried, claiming life's a piece of cake, a good foundation for their lies, living for a better future, so many never try, the proof is in the pudding, and their deserts would make me cry, claiming overly sensible, rookie appraisals, less is more, like aesop's fables, i'll give you some factors, that also fit's the proof, lazy, scared and some comfort zones too, well there is none that exists, that time won't corrode, freedom of movement, is how the wind blows, & there is no one that exists, that does not take up space, nothing better about these people, nothing special about their place, i say 'i can't stand, sitting around i find it really tough' but the truth is i can't stand these clowns, i've totally had enough, & when i say 'i can't stand, compulsory, systematic, stuff,' a bits a bit, a lots a lot, and we've all been tucked right up. You were school children, raised by strangers, taught the unknown, equals danger, adjustment disorders, in their way, leaves loads of time, to save the day, from wifi in every home, to now we share, looks like we've grown, traces of problems, room for growth, never addressing, "I'm independent's" boasts, casualties, from twisting words, when we lash out in anger, it's what they deserve, because we can't stand sitting around, we find it really tough, and we can't stand compulsory, systematic, stuff. easy to believe we aren't accountable, for what our silence implies, with no difference in opinion, whilst it's obviously not right,

Conscious Underwear I always wonder 'what?' when I'm wearing underwear, simpletons, by the millions, that did not seem to care, did not seem to care, that i was wearing underwear, when the underwear i wore, would have give them quite a scare. scared, you would have felt your limits end, the underwear i wore that day, would have drove you round the bend, a little bit more embarrassing, than simply smuggling grapes, i gave my clothing consciousness, then my underwear escaped, & it's only been one day, they've already robbed 3 stores, i understand the fabric softener, but what they need money for, i blame the parents, & the people in charge, look whats gone and happened, now my underwear's at large, & i can't begin to guess, where they got themself a gun, they've killed so many people, and did it just for fun, they also talk behind my back, It don't matter what you heard, their insults are like boasts, and it just makes them absurd, Mic drop, Cuz what I just said was epic, Using the types of words, That'll have you queuing for the chemist, but they don't sell Valium there no choice but to live with memories, of my conscious underwear, & you think you're behaving, like you've seen it all before, when once you've spoke to aliens, it just leaves you wanting more!? all alone and in the dark, maybe my briefs will come for you, like the purest blackest boxer shorts, of concentrated doom!!! 😂🤣