My latest pastel work. I am suddenly quite excited about my home grown Dahlia’s. I am not really one for still life work. However I have a distinct lack of material to work with that I find a challenge and of interest. I think I shall be doing some more. Time to get cutting and arranging and then drawing.
OK so it has been ages since I have been in here, it is probably due a facelift and a shifty about. Since I was last here I have begun making music, well, I’ll let anyone taking any notice decide on that one. Give me a like on you tube if you like it, or just give us one anyway đ I am probably going to break this site up as the DraconaiX name is now specifically geared towards the music side of things, although there could be crossover along the way, who knows?
From a recent plod around Scaftworth, the place can look very oldy worldy at times.
I just love it when you find a great piece of random that catches the eye (ear).
I got a bit ambitious with my snow man this year however I dropped a typical carving bollock.
There may well be more of these to come, since I could not say it all.
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Morning has broken, yet again I am
Woken. What the, fires an alarming toll
Poking, again nâ again. Itâs 4 AM
And I am smoking, ball point on a roll
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My morning broken, thought now locked nâ chained
Continuously provoking, a Goâd damned
PUSSY RIOT! PUSSY RIOT! Mocked and blamed
Itâs 5.30 a pig squealed, as it burned
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Mourning broke, others choked, while I chuck one
Into a rolling ashtray. Ah, smell that
Coffee. An early bird caught by a worm
Turning. The screws tighten and that is that
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Itâs sicks, sixteen sorry eighteen rising
Deathâs Bell tolls, on and on, anon, uprising.
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P.S. I was hoping to have this as a video, but my equipment said no, so I have not, and since I wish to strike while the iron is hot, here she is.
Praefectus Veteratoris
âTerroristâ, International buzz word.
Propaganda for those who are opposed
to a piece of peace. Appeasing foreword
before the whip cracks down on the deposed.
Depress, a new nine one one psychology
button. The Shepherd, teeth bared, hunts his flock.
In self defence! Your excuse for hoplology.
Burning chemist, toxic weapon half cock.
Maelstrom maestro, Machiavellian masochisms,
monstrous machismo! Ergo your ego,
murders, slaughters, sons and daughters. Schisms
pummelled left and right minded, let it go.
Echoâs thunderclap, wall to wall violence.
Your people drown in their own fluids,,,silence.
Magic L. Bearr and the Master of Sorceries 