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Slam Poetry

FANTASIA

FantasiaStories, words were written in bounded pages
Before time, yours and mine
Waiting, aching for life
Minds taken away to far distant places

Sparks touch stars to ignite creativity
As vibrant as the world is changing
Derive imagery, drives imagination
Vivid compositions
Although some say the colours fading

Old souls destined for greatness
It does not change us
We define age, as if numbers are related
Forgetting who we are
Blame is contagious

Driven by tangible temptations
While inspirations let to waste
Adult ideals outdated
All these faceless people, predominately jaded

We keep stories that can’t be replaced
Wonder where the next journey waits
Anticipation, completely engaged
See through a fake reality
To create!

Never ending Fantasia

So the question still remains…
How can my dreams be outdated?

-BAS

Illustration by: Adonna Khar


NUMBERS

Screen Shot 2014-03-28 at 3.53.43 pmMost days I wonder how our focus strays
Walking stained footpaths, passing change
Each step closer to parting ways
Bumping with nothing to hold
Say something

A city full of strays, kids, thugs with blades
Drugs, rape, mugged, end up on the front page
Racial hate, people displaced, evil set in its place
And waits patiently for many are weak

Speak to me, I hear the whispers, here to teach
Heal the needs from cracked dreams
Fractured beings who wont believe
Regardless of my pleads
So I walk on

Words fall on deaf ears so I lost most my peers
Younger years, wonder how we got here
Lost, everything comes at a cost, it’s not clear
So I perceiver

Dear friends and family, I’m getting there gradually
Almost at my door, counting numbers, haphazardly
With a cautionary step, get to 20, take a breath
Now I can finally rest

-BAS

Illustration by: Timothy Doyle


AIR


HAPPY FACES

HAPPY FACESThis week, speech is worthless
To speak it aches, you feed the surface
Cracks from miss guided smiles
I want purpose but I deserve this
Nervous, words are working

Try to shake this insurgence
Life urges, furthers from here
Remotes to trigger burdens
Closer to disturbing fear

Constantly reoccurring when you murder beats
Appear certain, devout and determined
Hear the squeaks from undermining versions
Expression, depressed convergence
Watch you while it worsens

I hold this for me, stories to stretch the ease
Poured out through versus, endless as they leave
Mouths chatter, smiles are pleads
Of how much this means to me

Happy faces are often waisted
From trying to remain complacent
Refrain from days of hatred
Shits outdated, over rated
I make music, it’s complicated

So we hold high, with happy faces

BAS

Illustration by Charlie Immer


CREATURE COMFORTS

Asiulus-illustration-4Climbing through, time collapses narratives
Refined, subdued, this accents our challenges
Lies weep, we wept, deceitful regrets
Pens pressed to exemplify distress

Unrest, broken homes, fallen nest
Wages set to place your bet
Who will fall behind first or tow the line
Immersed, rolls reverse, empty conquests

Grasps at dirt , honours test, how it hurts
Now sour, bursts, devour power, purge
cowards walk in shadows, hers
Echoes, echo disturbed

We like flicks of paper, in those little pictures
takers, simple, naked, make it visual
To inebriate the wishful, ways of thinking
Hit you, hating, crippled patience

While patients sit knitting frameless fits
Life attracts me to this
Now i’m nameless

– BAS

Artwork by: JOANNA KRÓTK


MOMENTS

1176891249376286Hold close, moments awoke indifference
Potent rose, spoken, dimmers as it withers
Coldest winter, erodes, aroused distance
We deal to cope, hope the clouds steer us

Suppose a single light, lit in spite persists
See’s the different side of things inside, resistance
We hide in dark shadows, life narrows as we gather
Time in passing, believe as if it matters

Look around, people drowning shroud the dead
thoughts collect, supports rejected instead
Side step without method, as our mother wept
Steady hand, mouth of madness
Love abandoned

Escape to tangents, corporate false flags
Talks of rapid expansion, collapsing, branded
Lives are taken at random…
Or did they plan it?

Seeds planted, commandments, desperate
Dealing sadness, division, nations ravished

These seem like broad statements
Instead I scribble strokes across the pavement
Defy lies for life has no replacement
Evil here is faceless as are the famous

I think it’s time we made some changes

– BAS

Art by: Alex Andreyev


STERILE

Screen Shot 2014-03-02 at 10.22.01 amLife waits, we stream through synchronicity
Idle change with statements, truths complicity
Owed dues, they seem to own proof
Token bruise, a focused view, soaked
Speak in evens though the owners knew

Whittled, I work my way from the pavement
Definitions defined, stained from your wavers
Strained, estranged from my neighbours
Waking days, keep away, wait here with patients

White rooms, walls to talk to
While the awkward Voices stalk you
Misfortune we walk with caution
We taught to read an open mood

As night passes, lightning, light shimmers
Sinners, cry, denied, spiked by life bringers
Fallen views, unglued to a chosen few
Empty breath is a lonely view
Expressed, momentarily to get this off my chest

It’s true..

Wrists bled from work a falling mess
Bruised, call collect, heads up they said your next

-BAS

Artist: Ryohei Hase


WE NEVER FORGET

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We dis own contempt, free to roam spirits
Moments collect, I know because you feel it
Healing purpose, cradled, nurtured
Appeal for your young to hear us…

We fear fire burns your furnace, incased hearts
On a path to chase the thrill of murder
Marked, we wait, pray for change
Anticipate this day in earnest

Start again, cascades of waves are vibrations
Speak from the Earth, aches, pain of nations
Notions provide hope, inside try to focus
Equality, there’s no ownership
Only gifts to give, a life to live

That is our right to exist…

-BAS

Art by: Amberlee Rosolowich

CHOICE

1901293_714049408635119_194098133_nChoose to see what you designed
Complete, compete to find me
Crawling from the ceiling, blinding
Refined by your own timing
Outlooks that search inside me..

By defining signs that lit life
Poured out empty hearts from broken sight
Quiet curse, twisted, fist, first it hurts
Daggers of matter crying light

Silver linings, lye beside white painted bindings
Designing life, confined to trying

-BAS
Art by: Pat Perry

SYNAPTIC STIMULI

NiFpostcard_Ryan_AndrewsAttract polarities, fly light with distance
Time again, define the end, I try to listen
Dithers dim, all the while
Some thoughts are hidden
Time bides to revive some type of vision

With spoken wisdom
But not mine…

Calls to the sky, I fall behind
Inside/exterior components all collide
Potent source of life, tokens, why?
This broken horse is mine

Course my cause to ride
Forced to hold your blinded lies
Endorsed by those supporters, mourning
Who walk the way they write

Serve the helpless, desert your worth of justice
Emerge selfless, enlightened, silent
With a well wish, the dark is frightened
For life is timeless, it defines us

And while the world is leaving
I will know I chose to find the meanings
Of why the blind lead the blind
All the lies that left us weeping

So now we speak for freedom
Focal readings wrote a letter
Dear controllers,
Now your powers dead, diminished

Well I guess were even

-BAS

Art by: Ryan Andrews

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Let Go

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I thought perhaps in a parody
I’d meet calamity Jane
Climbed up that tree collecting composure in frames
Just as I gained aim
The branch snapped
I can’t remember her name
Awoke in a new place favored by danger and fate
Painted in an age and I found a mate
Asked her how can we survive?
Wait ride the pain, collide, revive yourself to come here again
This is a dazed, delusional confused mood as usual
But while I’m in the moment I think its time to make it beautiful
Shoot through different plains of perception
Till I find one I like
Take flight with direction
Ease the tension, complete beliefs to strengthen
Leave perfection, an aggression inside
Concrete the method of life
Then reach arms out, stretched complimenting the sky

So let them go
Let them leave
Let them know what they need
Let me float
Let them speak
Let us grow
Let me be
Let us breath through the hatred
Greet life with patience
Never wonder why
Or if we even made this

To the furthest of reaches
The ones that mean to leave you speechless
Hurts but teaches humility
Love you to pieces
A part of the whole
The picture that needs us
Leaders a needless
Deceit leaves favor leads to enable
The crazed, deranged stables
Unstable, well maybe I am
Certainly from the cross over’s that cut broken hands
What are your demands?
The question flutters through my brain
On a day I cant remember that stifled my pain
Polite I won’t change, not even on a new day
Then the song remains the same, you’ll be destined to do this again
Shame reigns down from clouds to its people
Down and out sad clowns speak to crowds many spiteful and evil
Evil things, please try to let go for the people you know
Jokers are all pushing for shows
I’m sick of clones competing for something they don’t own
So I go, I pray I might be able to come home

So let them go
Let them leave
Let them know what they need
Let me float
Let them speak
Let us grow
Let me be
Let us breath through the hatred
Greet life with patience
Never wonder why
Or if we even made this


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New EP – “Earth, Air, Fire, Water”

New EP - Earth, Air, Fire, Water

This Christmas I will be releasing my EP “Earth, Air, Fire, Water”. Although this EP contains only 5 tracks, there is a running time of 25 minutes. I wanted to make this release more of a film score based around the elements rather than focusing on Hip Hop. Its always hard at Christmas time to afford presents for everyone, so I thought why not put this one up as a free download!
I will be printing limited copies of this EP (50) but I will not be re pressing any after that. If you would like a hard copy please feel free to get in contact with me, they will be $10 each. I have had a lot of people asking me lately why I am putting up new releases so close together and the simple answer is; I need to get this off my chest. Projects become stale for me when left too long and I have so much work to do with recording other artists and running a record label, that I just wanted to get this out, after that I can move on to whatever comes next. Now in my 30’s I feel that it is more important than ever to express how I feel about what is really going on around me than it is to entertain others. I really do hope I continue to keep making music for my whole life. Keep your mind fresh by feeding your spirit.
I will have updates on this EP coming up. So stay tuned. Earth, Air, Fire, Water will be available for free download via Bandcamp. Click photo for link.


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Latest Album “Pained Landscape” 2013

BASTIAN KILLJOY PAINTED LANDSCAPE

This is my second full length album and my first solo project. All music and vocals were recorded at Wordsmiths Records.
So I asked all our fans to send in photo’s of themselves which we then turned into a mosaic.

The name “Painted Landscape” is a reference to our cultural diversity within Australia, that we all make up the landscape we live in. I then decided to hit up fans to choose a color out of 15 choices. the 15 colors represent the 15 songs on the album which we are still shooting clips for. 15 clips, 15 colors chosen by fans which represent their choice. I wanted to involve people as much as possible in this. So far we have released 2 film clips and are currently shooting the next one. I hope you enjoy this album, I love it! Please click the photo to permalink the album


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Slam Poetry at Bella Union

Slam Poetry at Bella Union

Slam Poetry Finals. I was not competing this night, just doing the open mic. But a month later I did enter and won The Seeds of Change slam! I am still relatively new to Melbourne’s slam scene but really enjoy connecting with peers on this level. Have got to meet some really crazy, talented people along the way too. Big ups to Slamalamadingdong! I really get a release out of this that is hard to find in Hip Hop when sharing your craft with others.