TICKLEMEWET
TICKLEMEWET
COLLABORATIONS
An immersive experience of rich, vivid and imaginative illustrations of the inner-worlds of the visual artists , that I collaborate with. Music is best actualized when the musician paints his vision in the pupils of your eyes. Come dive into our predispositions as the reality you know takes on a new meaning.
ICH ERINNERE MICH AN ALLES- PART 1
“He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby becomes a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee.”
-Friedrich Nietzsche
Upon narrating the fabled verses, Mother Island shuts
her eyes as the sun rises on the horizon and the first bombs from the naval ships bombard her shores, deafening all life-forms that grow upon thee.
The Track commences with the US Marine attack on Iwo Jima.As men kill one another for every inch of the Island,
we witness the Island’s Consciousness depicted as Mother Island here experience the pain of every shrapnel that
shred a man’s flesh, every mine that blew up men’s feet and every agonized cry and monstrous roars of the victory marches.
She feels Everything.
She Remembers Everything.
THE HUNGRY AMONG US
Frisky birds scatter the greens
As distant flesh, sniffed by the hungry,
is wrecked to shreds, with nothing to spare.
A few famacious beasts,
caught on the fence,
wait for validation from
the queen of the dead.
Some want a quick bite,
While some men among beasts
want to marauder flesh in ways that
quench their very lust for life.
MAKER MEETS MAN
Maker meets man,
In a markerless cosmos,
unperturbed by laws that
govern the laws of the land.
Unperturbed by the ways that
free will unfolds.
Come as a surprise,
if you may will.
To will;
is to uphold the very life force.
that governs our evolution.
To will is to
bathe in our own holiness.
To will;
is to seek.
To will;
is to be.
SOME EYES HOLD MORE THAN THEY CAN HOLD
Crows swarm down in unison
surround carcasses of the quintessence
that is yet to manifest
from within.
Devouring fresh flesh
releases transgressions.
Trapped in human lust for millennia,
waiting for the reaper
to claw out its culpable eye.
Some eyes know more than they can hold.
Some eyes have seen themselves.
Drenched in their own misdemeanor.
Some eyes can't wait to unsee
What they have seen.
