HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PATRICE!

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Kind spirit
Warm heart
Bright soul

You give so often of your time,
your smile...
and-
You never leave out the heart of
a child.
You tend to the garden of love,
faith, and care
Your strength is amazing, and
you don't give in to false glories;
You're always aware
Your gentleness speaks so loudly yet
wise
You never lose sight of what's important
or kind
You are a gift to all, so precious and true
So I say this today....
Today is for celebration
For toasts to your longevity

Today is a day to reflect on yesteryear
To cherish the good memories
Today is a day to look forward
Anticipation of hopes, dreams and wishes

Happy birthday, Patrice!!

Many blessings to you on this
day and all the days after.

Follow his incredible work here :

http://www.patricepvk.com

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Model : Me        Photo By: J.C

Am I dark? A bit.
Am I depressed?  . . . Sometimes.
Am I human? . . . . unfortunately.
Am I alone? . . . . No.


I invite criticism,  and philosophical debates/conversations.
Let's talk.


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Abode of Vishnu

Enrich and enslave,from soil to grave, a whirling tundra of vanity.
embrace and defy, truth becomes lie within the shades of insanity.

Life is surreal, illusion reveal, the inner demon we all must obey. the future foreseen,
from man to machine,as hands of the holy no longer pray.

Command and retreat, a reign obsolete,the enlightened sent forth to abound.
justify death with your last breathe but the god that you serve still is not found.

Hatred ablaze,deep down dark,within the abode of Vishnu.
 second race,evolving to gods,the eternal scripts are given.
Recite the scroll!,one body,one soul
the glyphs of the ancients are shifted.
Recite the scroll!,one mind in control.
the curse of the holy is lifted.

no more hypocrisy,embracing philosophy,harness the reigns,of new age theosophy,
enlightened are we who unlock the within,accepting the serpent to carry our sin.
 
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Jeu de patience.

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Silences avec lesquels on se bat
alors qu'on remet, encore, le bât
de nombreux autres silences excédés,
ponctués de bras ballants, tombés,
tannés qu'on est des soupirs ennuyés,
pour finir par très longue patience,
par la douceur des silences partagés.

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D.E.S.C.E.N.D.I.N.G

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Desecrate the spirit,embalm the child soul with death,
putrid stench of bile discharge,upon his empty breathe,
leechsucked, cobwebbed veins,blood ruptures out of his head,
rivers of cancer pump through his heart,his inner demon has been fed.

desolate in darkness,look beyond the faltered mask,
servitude in dismal grey,upon the serpents tongue he'll bask.
Black rites,incarnadine,churn the cross in shades of red.
Unholy cherubim beneath the pyre,were wiccan souls are led.

This is my flesh, made foul in sin,eat it and vanquish the light from within.

This is my blood,poisoned in curse,drink it in anguish as demons dispurse.

This is my path,beaten and maimed,follow the teachings that i have proclaimed.

This is my will,it shall be done,onwards the path of damieon.
Serpant of nocturnal restored,nest within the pagan horde
,final gasp of the holy flock,Of Asp and Warlock!.

Spilling forth the chalice,entwined within demonic flood.
Impure legions congregate,conjured vast through satans blood.
Spellcast,blackened death,by the voice of the cosmic drone.
Harbringer of chaos rise,and anoint the figments of his throne.

Council of the fallen,descend from realms upon the earth,
stagnant his disciples,to cull the herd into rebirth.
tongues mute,invitation,led astray through the neithersky,
magistrate,clouds descending,engulfed in proverbs of his lie.
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JAIPONGAN DANCE

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During my stage dance performance in West Java.
Oh sing mbleneg . . . :)





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