In Oz: The Jungle BookIn Oz: The Jungle Book* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *"Again, not even close to what I first had in mind. And this is sort of boring and shot in a rush, because the forest is a swarming hell of mosquitoes. I was screaming and waving like a lunatic."I think it's a beautiful shot, and I don't get the impression it's done in a rush. Hadn't you mentioned it, I wouldn't think of any mosquitoes, but knowing about them now your nest looks and feels like the calm inside a storm, like a meditative silence, and the color of your hair is like the sun in a jungle of wonderful green. You look like a child in this picture, and thank God you are!
In Oz: Under The VeilIn Oz: Under The Veil* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *When I was wandering the streets in your fairytale country, I always wondered what's under the veil of these women walking past me, and I never had the chance to get one single look. But my desire grew a lot, and because I'm curious by nature my soul found its own solution, and deep in the middle of the night I dreamed...Then I saw! "How beautiful do the words have to be, before they conquer every heart?"
In Oz: ThunderIn Oz: Thunder* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *So I told you I want to travel in your worlds, and 'cause there are so many of them, sometimes it's difficult to decide which path I should take. Today it felt best with the sun, and I think that this wonder in the sky is everything to us: Mother and father, sister and brother, and there's this connection between us nobody can see 'though it's so obvious and grown in a million years: Whatever we really are, we're part of this bright eye that's always watching us, caring for us, making us night and day, and thinking about your portrait I wonder if you feel the same now, if you communicate (that's magic!), and if we're brothers, too. Well, if the sun is really so close, then we must be.
In Oz: Strange ShitIn Oz: Strange Shit* An escalation by Beau Cyphre and Jalu-Sa *"I don't even know..."Strange shit! Must be a kind of magic that we change so much."Indeed."And I always wonder: Who's in control of all this? Who made the form, the blueprint of things to be for a person?"That's a valid question, for sure. I wonder that myself sometimes. I mean, I don't believe in gods of any kinds, but science can't answer everything, so... *shrugs* Who knows?"Yes, maybe it's a valid question, but there's nobody around who could answer it - it's like with so many of my questions, and sometimes I feel like a child asking way too many of them. Most of the time I ask myself, but this time it was like thinking aloud, and here we are: Is science an invention of God to show us how foolish we really are? Or are we just bacteria on this planet trying to strike a pose?Or maybe - just maybe - we're really like beautiful flowers deep in the mud trying to bloom, fighting to
Let LooseLet Loose* A poem by Beau Cyphre *In the dark forests we findAll the things that we hideAnd black birds let us seeLove is eternityWithin our soulsCould we ever come closeEnough to let loose