Simply Sunday with Xetobyte
Welcome to Simple Sunday!
Tonight we are featuring a piece of digital art by artist Norvz Fernandez Austria, aka Xetobyte.
Xetobyte, is a self-taught digital artist based in the Philippines. The expert photo manipulator takes samples from other people’s photographic works and mixes and matches them to create an entirely new image. The artist’s detailed process results in highly surreal, conceptual photography that reflect the best elements from several photographs, all of which he credits and links back to in the description box of each of his works on deviantART.
http://xetobyte.deviantart.com/
It is titled “A Break in Reality”.
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Welcome to Simple Sunday! I thought this was an interesting piece of art and look forward to your musings! 🙂 :love: :love: :love:
Art By:
Norvz Fernandez Austria, aka Xetobyte.
Wish Could Break The Clock
I want to stay
Wanting to play
No time left oh, if I may
Just break the clock, stop time today ‘
Knowing what I know hair turning gray’
Give me one more day with warmth of sunlight ray
Enjoying time wanting to go back and relive in some way
Just remember to enjoy all with smiles and warmth try to behave
Happiness with love within live everyday as it is your last don`t be locked in a cage
Celebrate and see all the beauty in all everyday and beauty in you as being on stage
Take time out for self for never know when your time will be has nothing to do with your age
STOP THE CLOCK
Time to wake up people
Smell the coffee
Life on hold
See them burn
Fire be hot
No water kin kool
We all be in stir
Even ole
Satan will be burn
Yet again I say
Days be shorter
Night much darker see
The angels will be cry in
Yet not a word spoken be
Book wide open see
All the names
Your mine they be
No need to cry
Just say bye bye
New world com in
Rules be made
They stay
Another thousand year maybe
Not ever that
We will never know
For we be burn
Reality
Sinkin in
If not dont worry
The count down had started
Fire water fire feel the heat we burn
And we can not whole back the time clock
Written By: Bettie Davis ——————— © September 16 , 2o12
//
Timebreak of the Poem
Time, oh time, we succumb to your sway.
At best, pendulously, you shape every day.
Found in this craft is our own gentle way –
manipulations of words our gift of play,
briefly effective to hold you at bay.
Could we break the bonds of time?
The soothing distractions of simple rhyme –
with chosen words we fashion our say
and soothingly ease temporal cares away.
Yes, we would smash you to break from your hold.
Stoically we make a path nonetheless bold.
Accepting open-hearted what you have dealt,
we face you eyes open, our fates fully felt.
Tony
9/16/12
What a wonderfully inspiring work of art to ponder. I absolutely love the concept of time and how it gets away from us so fast . . . . will ponder and try to come up with something new even though it might be a bit late. Love and Hugs and Happy Sunday to all from Southern California. ~barb
A break in reality
In order to meet with
A reality a new
Going on In life
Doing Same old same old
Sure gets worn out
Start out with what you have
Make it the best
As you continually move on
In your Reality A New
Appreciate the responses
Am out in Wilderness
away from reality of
City life
Spent last couple hours
weeding some vines that
can trip a person
In this reality
Aire is so fresh
Blown in from off
Lake Michigan
TIMESTOPPER
Alice down the rabbit hole
dreaming timely change.
fell upon the tabletop,
shapeshifters in range.
Bite the biscuit to grow tall
does not help get through Time’s door.
Sip elixir, shrink so small.
through the door, see what’s in store.
Alice on the checkerboard
moved to set things right.
Pulled Time through the looking glass
to save her youthful sight.
Showered by the shattered bits,
timepiece and Alice fell,
scattered on the checkerboard
the remnants of Time’s spell.
Suddenly back under tree,
above, no one had told her.
it was all just a wild dream;
she woke, an hour older,
Copyright September 16th 2012 RGD
UPON THE EDGE OF THE DARK
Finding myself once more
on the edge of the dark,
within that narrow space
between day and night,
struggling with time
as it pulls me the other way,
the clock resists
my desperate attempts
to slow down the hands,
to stop them from spinning around,
from taking me along
at its whim and against my will,
holding my heart hostage
as the darkness continues
to envelop me still.
So despite my cries,
my protests,
my screams,
the clock spins wildly
out of control,
with no regard
to what I say.
The bell tolls,
the hour strikes,
the incessant ticking
persistent,
insistent,
pounding
at my mind’s door,
endlessly consuming
every remaining
moment and more.
And I struggle
to maintain my balance,
to stand steadfast
on the ground
within that dark chasm
upon reality’s edge,
paying as little attention
as humanly possible
to the hours and minutes
slipping through my hands.
(c) barbara kausteklis 9-16-12
Inspired by “A Break in Reality”
by Norvz Fernandez Austria
aka Xetobyte
In a moment
A golden hour
Comes to be
When time seems to
Hold us
Giving us to know
That Now it is
Now it is to venture make
To traverse on
pathway a new
Thus making for
A Reality A New
Oops 😳 the CPC comments are mine…forgot where I was for a moment! 😆 :love: :love: :love: