Poem by Byron Ellison - November 2011

all evil deeds

are done out of greed

persuaded by my Confucius tricks

but in the end we all need a bit of it

something to touch

something to hold

we think with our eyes

and if we cannot write it down 

with nothing maluable

we have no purpose

but who are we

who are you to decide my morals

because your old does not make you wise

and fancy words do not convince me so do not try

but we need it

we have a need 

a space that cannot be filled unless someone tells us what to fill it with

but without it there would be no good

there would be no evil

and if there was no evil then how would we know who to kill?

Space | Byron Ellison

Run scared for more

hungry more than before

Touch the space between the ceilings

Mean something

Don’t say it

for now it is just space

Soon more.

I finished two new pieces for you guys today. Expect videos or something this week