Understanding star light?

The Past happened that we now all see,

Starlight exploding planets debri.

Billions of years light speed travel,

Events happened time now unravels.

We all specs of dust in a vortex,

Creation born from deep love complex.

Mirror the love you have been given,

Duty born is righteously driven. 

Dynamic fire super nova past,

Present honor with love hold fast.

Lucid the night dynamic the day,

Unraveled future into lifes fray. 

What we now see is not understood,

Faith my friend, is always doing good.

 

Architecture is poetry

I wrote the below in 2008, the design idea conceptual fundamentals have not changed. The energy wains, ones focus drifts. But i still feel this for wildetecture design style ideal. Good to remind oneself of the deep roots. Good to realign with ones original creative ethos. 

2008

When next in a large metropolis observe that most structures and buildings engulfing you are possibly ornate, beautiful, monolithic. However most of these buildings lack a certain dynamic energy. It is similar when comparing most art with a Van Gogh painting or a Caravaggio, the difference in artistic creative dynamic energy is staggeringly obvious. Or When you compare thought provoking poetry to a made in china instruction manual, you have words to simply convey instruction and words to start the blood pumping - To incite a revolution of thought.

The very same is true when comparing most sculpture with Dylan Lewis"s or Surprise Shako Mkhize's Work. These artists have bridged the gap between dynamic sculpture and static technically correct objects. There is art to fill a crochet minute, and art to fill generations of poets, designers and creative artists with enthralled enthusiasm and dreams of an impossible future. The wildetecture design styles main objective is to create designs that are not dull static, that are daring and unashamedly vibrant and bold - Capturing the blur representing movement in the comic strip. Designs that appear to be moving, changing, Design that appears to be something else from afar. Concepts enbodied by Disintegration of Perspective, perceived kinetic architecture, architectural shadow projection - The illusion of movement in static structure is this bold way forward. The wildly elusive Trompe-l'oeil in architecture.

As the futurists and cubist painters began to portray perveived movement in the static 100 years ago. Our generation needs to pick up on this dynamic artistic expression and carry the concept further. In Pursuit of a non static architecture and design. Perceived KINETIC-ISM, Movement or the expression of movement within the static is what sets average sculpture apart from great. And this concept is what will make great architecture magnificent. Cities that are a coat of arms or a human fingerprint - bonding the inhabitants by something far more than just an on the ground architectural style. The out of africa wildetecture style encapsulates these dynamic wild possibilities.

Truth

The whithered fruit in the vineyard field,

Stops producing its quantities yield.

The fate of the vines now sadly sealed.

Vines of productivity all over keeled.

The harvister comes his might to wield.

Single vine of truth wrath to shield.

The workers with deep faith all kneeled.

Left asunder and insecurity reeled.

The truth vine looks to be completely healed.

Only by love is real truth revealed.

Only by faith do we spiritually feel.

Rejuvenated vines fate aligned with zeal.

Wealths common curse

The prudent build wealth for generations hence.

Rest of us live behind daily survivals limited fence.

Those sheltered by wealth of ancestors knowing.

Insecure to now harvest new future fields for the sowing.

In challenges we grow out of deep desperation.

Creativity of knowing the depths of realities starvation. 

The rest spiritually look for lifes hard solutions.

Needing to experience life in all of its raw revolutions.

Solitary barricaded behind banks walls & immense wealth.

Mixing with the unlettered & ordinary brings immense health. 

Sheltered wealth builds distrussed in solitary hemmed confines.

The beauty of life is a shared rest of folks mingling running rhymes.

The real value of this life is not a gold chest treasure.

Its realising people, not things, will bring us immense pleasure. 

QJD

Life.

Screaming wild eyes fierce with perplexity.

Gaping seeing mouth full of verocity.

Starved broken heart full of anxiety.

Mind drenched in a deep self pity.

Peacable hands trying to be filled with generosity.

Perpetuating this human cycle gathering velocity.

All the above is a life saturated with immense curiosity. 

Seek to spiritually align our life with a fierce integrity.

Measured steps

Far beyond a blood moon sky.

A split second thought within a minds eye.

The measured stepping stones of this life.

Beckoning dark boiling pools of trouble and strife.

Why does our will and our desires,

Keep luring us towards wild destructive fires?

Planned foot aligned feet carefully placed.

Coordinates our life @ a measured safe pace.

The lure of activity in chaos we still seek.

Drowns out planned actions that we glibly speak.

Wisdom is keeping focused on this lifes prize.

Pathway steps inline with spirituality realised.

Scribes

Two scribes on the cave wall,

One yesterday, one long before.

Letters the latter, graphics the last.

Both represent a time to future from the past.

Anonymous scribe the picture the thread,

Letters a suicide the name not clearly read.

Intentions and motives long now lost.

As we try to translate the messages embossed.

The reach through time past, present, future.

Of hand print impressions and lettered features.

Both scribes with much that was left unsaid.

Are not present now as both scribes are dead.

A third scribe looks to the future from present reach.

A message thats bold impression letters now to beseech.

As artists we are simply just present day scribes.

Impressions on cave walls of our simple mundane lives.