Forest Drama and Performance Workshop

Lover of my Soul.

2009-04-08T00:24:00.001+01:00

my beauties, we are moving closer to our sweet night.
Love is our answer, our gift,
Our collective work will make love live.
Art is powerfull.
But Love is Lord of All.

Anam Cara

2009-04-07T19:34:00.001+01:00

a world of hardship,
her heart storm wrecked thrown accross lifes tidal landscapes
eaten by salt
beaten cooked and dried by thundering sun
moments of glory ridden emptiness drifting out n out n out
away

away.

Settled chaos
disaster circled
around truth
like
the serpent
coiling a tree

Here we find the seed
a token of bliss in the hereafter
the forever more
comfort revealed
tiny
present
there

heart beating
breathing
living
silence.

Police brutality in Spain

2009-03-14T14:44:00.001Z

it is real...
I need your help.

dramadramadramadrama

2009-03-06T06:37:00.001Z

♥♥♥♥

my bright one

2009-03-04T04:58:00.000Z

When will you believe me
that you are my love
only you.

What does this mean to you?
What did i mean to you?
Do you know?
Do you know my name?
Lover, sweet, call me your lover.

I am wracked with ruin and fueled by dread

Do you think we will marry?
Do ou imagine i am stable?

Shall we write a letter, to the river, ask it for our forgiveness,
ablessing

What other moment do i have
but here, with you.

Will you think away from me?
What do you think i want?

When will you rest with me, watch the stars turn in years of sky
See trees blosssom and age

journey

when will you be mine?

I will not keep you, i cannot.

I can hardly keep myself.
I am not stable.
You want to love me?
A blessing on our times then, but spare me the regrets, i am sad enough already.

Love and ask nothing o fme and i will share my heart with you
sacred, tender
simple,
close.

Close to you, near by,

Settled, smiling.

Here for you.
Only you.

Are you my love?
The one whos arms i can escape into,

the one who will take sanctuary in my embrace.

We will leave the world, find refuge, take shelter, learn, and share, slowly.

What a hard time we have had my love.
I am glad we found each other.

Go where you will, i am here, do you understand?

This months theme

2009-03-04T04:54:00.003Z

This months theme is "Bright One in the Forest" my beauties. Stir your inner imaginings and lay out some words for us all to feel and find.....13th and 14th march.......what pieces do you have in that heart?

when it gets there

2009-02-19T10:16:00.002Z

I am a fool, i will be the first to admit, i have a rare condition but i am amazing (not ego, just wishfull thinking...)
AND part of my amazing is you, elusive, sacred, mindfull and real as you are. Even in your everything-elseness, i take part in loving you, unconditionally, from far far away. Like prayer from a halucinating mad man, but true in its promise, sacred in its kiss, golden, sublime.
But with-held, within. Yes, crazy, oh and science to explain, death and injury, a scar on my brain, but beauty!! oh sweet beauty, how your ways are flown through self and wonderment, clarity and joy....but peace, for your sadness is a gift also, rare and simple, kind and Beloved, sweet sweet sweet One, be forever in the grace of however you are, sublime divine being.
Forgive me, a gutter crawler, a madman fixated with stars, but cherish the thought:::oh how someone loves what may be You.
Peace my endless friend and companion in aeons of all of us.

if you are ever Ras Babi

2008-12-10T01:12:00.001Z

Go spy on us on the facebook drama drama drama group page. We have videos. please see us old friend.

care and peace.x

where do i begin.......?

2008-06-05T22:58:00.002+01:00

for too long i have spoken from my pain,
and not my truth.

My family,
my children,
whys and why i am so alone here.

My friends.

Lost
Empty
gone
spoken
through clenched fists
deep hurt
struggle
trauma
old past ruin triggered by nothing or something calling the flood
of feeling
buried water
past

like karma

like pain

too long i have not uttered truth
and if i dare
even if
i am wrong

if i dare to speak
-how will you hear me?

With open ears
or
closed minds

open hearts
or
clenched fists.

Choose your rebelion,
but do not fight me,
not anymore.

Noone here can fight me,
it is not a challenge,
it is a kind of promise.

From when i miss you,
and thought we could dream things real...
i always said; if you can feel it, you can make it real....

i cannot stop myself now.
I am burning on the bridge between the worlds......

Let me kindle.

Alight.

Touch me.

burn.

It is soft, like feathers or breath.
It is light, like hope or feeling good...

like breathing out.

I am breathing out

all my sickness, struggle, pursuits..

breathing out...
all my shit...

all of me ....out....

I am guided by footsteps....it is as if....i remember, but do not know.......Once, i must have known, and i wonder at all that i have lost to get where i am now, how much of me has become part of this sacrifice...and what for? To be known, to become, to remember......my journey retold an endless times, so meaningfull.....each tiny aspect recalled to my heart to be breathed into light life, become love......to become love again......

i shall be born through my love, i am certain of that. i can feel what is and will be but have forgotten what it looks like. When i see i feel like saying "yes! that is it!!!"...but i cannot always find the right words.......and am too absorbed to stay in touch with the truth and not the feeling.....but i am centering.
It is part of the becoming, the remembering.

I have nowhere to go.

I am here already.

Yes. The remembering.

What do you remember, love?

Where do you think you came from?
What do you feel you are?

Speak to me in your silence, when no-one is around. Talk to me as if i were yourself, your heart, the sky or love....gentle stillness, dusk and dawn.....Look and find me in everything you see,Can you feel it? Is it you seeking me or me seeking you?...Be present.....you will find me. I am here, in your moment, within all things. You are my gift, and i am yours. You are my love, become my love and you will know me. Become love, become one with me and open up to our divine journey.
Togetherness is our purpose, here and now.

i will wait for you to speak.
so

i am waiting......

welcome b(l)ack

2008-05-25T00:57:00.001+01:00

come come whoever you are.
Wonderer worshipper lover of leaving
even if you have broken your vow a thousand times before.
Come.

Ours is not the caravan of despair,
come.

no more buts

2008-05-24T20:36:00.002+01:00

you have always run away.
You think you are being chased.
It is your sad story.

You tell it often.

It is your ticket onto the train.

"but"

I have been here for long also.

Before the tracks were laid.

When mountains had names and songs still in their hearts,
when we could remember.....

Shall i speak?

Or hold my breath?

What do you know of change?

You are still blaming Them.

But they have gone home.

They have caught the last train home, and now they wait to see who you will point at.

It is not us,
It is you.

It is time to wake up from your dream.

You are old, yes, but not so clever.

You can read, and rewrite things.

You can see.

But you do not understand.

Come and listen,

I am at the mouth of the spring, the source,

i come from within.

Will you sit and listen?

I know how to make the change.

Do you want to learn?

I know you can do it..., but,..Jah man..

2008-04-10T03:09:00.005+01:00

I know you can
you are special
I knew this
since
my eyes met with
every
and
each
one of you
but
Jah man
Has been
in this Babylon
so long
I needed you to understand
I believe
in what I have done
people
have the power to go in many directions
but
Jah man
has been
in the train
for long
late
late
Drama workshop
have fun
ras babi
is not
that important
I love you all
each
and every one
somehow
energies
meet
indeed.

Change.

2008-04-09T01:55:00.002+01:00

so we move.

Let go of your disbelief.

Let go of your fear, your pain, your sorrow, regret.

Now we have changed.

What shall we hold?

Each others hands...

......and jump.

I believe we can fly.

And i am proud to die trying

with You.

we will die.....

.....But the higher we climb,

the longer we will have in the air......

I quit...

2008-03-31T02:07:00.003+01:00

Sweet dream...
I quit
they can buy you
not me
you gave them your hand

it has been long
since we have met
for the first time
cold
lonely
you were
look at you now

fuc....
fuc....
you are damaging my head
what is wrong with you?
I thought you believed in the people
look at you

maybe
I am wrong
I am the one
who sings
a solo song
in your dream
not in my soul dream
it is just a piece of land

I quit it
I quit it
I quit it
I quit u
sweet dream
clean me
before
selling me

seekers.....-what?

2008-03-30T21:55:00.002+01:00

wake up.
Please.

seekers.....why?

2008-03-23T03:34:00.007Z

2. Empowering our community with art

1.Seeking understanding, us

2. I am disappointed

1. Why, what happened?

2. I think I am a dreamer

1. You are a crazy man

2. I know

1. Maybe tea, I make it

2. O k

1. O k

2. Nice one

(A break of 3 to 7 minutes)

1. Nice tea

2. I know, you made it, what did you put?

1. Secret

2. I tell you a story?

1. Good

The story happened long time a go, they say; a Sufi was the wisest of his time, people used to go to visit him, when they feel they can not handle the loads they carry. One day while the Sufi was waiting for anyone to visit him, a man who looked worried and tired; stepped in, the Sufi invited him, to get in and sit down, after doing so, the wise one offered him water, and asked:

Sufi:

What makes the brother breathing with difficulties?

Man:

It is the bag I carry

Sufi:

Is it too heavy?

Man:

Yes it is, master

Sufi:

Do you want to get rid of it, for a short time?

Man:

Can I?

Sufi:

For one day; leave it with the ones inside there, in that room with the others, and come tomorrow for it

Man:

Thank you, good man

(He runs away light)

1. Did it finish?

2. What?

1. Your story

2. It is not my story, I have heard it time ago, no, it did not finish

1. So what happened?

2. The other morning the man came back as he promised, after having his water; the Sufi asked him to go inside the room, where the loads are, and to pick anyone that suit him, the man did so; and came back with a big smile on his face, and said to the master:

Man: I prefer this one, I feel right with it, and I do not like any of the others

Sufi: my good brother, you just picked your same bag

(The man ran away very happy)

1. It is o k

2. I know

1. I did not get it

2. I know

1. Can we talk about seekers?

2. what of them?

1. Everyone is confused, they do not know what you want them to do

2. Who is every one?

1. X, Y, and W

2. No they are not

1. Someone said; why ras babi presents, what does he do?

2. Someone does not like the man

1. Other said: why can not we change the theme for next month?

2. The theme for next month is The Forest

1. I did not know

2. Me too

1. Funny thing

2. Yes it is

1. You o k

2. yes I am, and you

1. Not bad

2. People have different experiences

1. They do

2. Money can make sell your brother, your sister

1. I know, money, money, the alternative dream needs no money

2. I know, before the deer falls in the hands, the hunters sold it

1. What deer?

2. Seekers will be great man, every one knows what is going on, I made sure they all know, I spend my time moving from one to the other like a toy

1. Do you have the poster?

2. the poster is done by a genius one, he has got it right, a lot artists around there, encourage me in what I am doing, they understand it, they know it is not about the man; it is about every one, some they know, although I do not spend time with them talking and down loading my projects, they are the reason I am still there

1. What do you mean?

2. What do you mean?

ras babi presents:seekers/Friday28.03.08

2008-03-15T04:14:00.001Z

Them give definitions to words and things
I and I and I...
full of art
just seek a place
and harmony with this earth
we are sharing
Definition: Seeker (Meaning of Seeker)

2008-02-26T21:51:00.000Z

Someone
Someone…someone hear me.
I am Gaia…
Someone hear me…
I am your Goddess, but you disrespect me, mistreat me…
I am your Queen, but you’ve made me your slave.

Someone hear me…
I am Gaia…
I am your rock…
I am your mother…
And you…are my ungrateful children
Who suckle at my breast and then spit in my face.

Someone hear me…
I am Gaia…
Someone hear me…
I am your rhythm, but you’re not dancing.

Someone hear me…
I am Gaia…
I have given you life….
But, my children, you harm me, rape me…
Must a mother be treated this way?

Someone hear me…
I am Gaia…
Someone hear me…
Respect your sister and brother…
Love your Mother.

Jcat

someones!!!!

2008-02-24T01:10:00.002Z

what a sweet and endless feeling of family and love...!!!! let us never forget how productive our collectivity is in positive and beautious compelling and real ways!!
I LOVE US!!!!

Ok.
Lets change the world.
peace up.x

om shanti big ups all round. (circles of belonging)

Someone

2008-02-23T12:19:00.003Z

More Photos

Bloody games!!! We are not going to China this time....why?

2008-02-23T03:14:00.003Z

again...
come on sing with me
sing with me...
the strongest of all
brother Steve told the thief
I wont...
I will not participate...
there is war...
and you are the Mr...
who gives the weapons to the killers
to the rappers of the women
to general al-Basir and his men
your veto
China gives them permission
genocide is your child China....

let us say it again
we have no problem with the Chinese
ras babi loves the people
and hates the oppressors
art is the mystical thing
we will show the whole world
we will support the victims of these bloody games
in Tibet
in China
and in Burma and Darfur
the people have the right
to enjoy their living
just like you and others
why not?
with art we can say what they want
we can be their voice
we are humans
we see their suffering
we hear their screaming
the guns are shooting them
and we are the ones
who can stop China from supporting
a punch of fanatics
a punch of real lunatics
who do not care
all what they want
is attention
carry on sing it
the song for the people
with art...
we are defending the people
NO
NO
HUNDREDS OF NOS
please do not go
do not be the one
who share their guilt
do not go to China this time
do it for the sweetness of their black skin
slow down the rhythm
let the drums get in
and we all sing
in my name they have done horrible things
the people made Hitler
millions of brothers and sisters Jews have gone
just like that
he has killed millions
and our world was impotent
no words
violins and candles are taking control
innocents souls
blood and shame are covering our life
we ran from Rwanda few years back
we are ignoring the people in Palestine
let us start to show the power of art
the Rastaman says
hay mista
are you listing?
this is a pen not a gun
it is a word not a bullet
or one of your bombs
mista...
you have no heart
we know that
it is a bout the power of art
maybe...
maybe...
something is left there
in the dark
in your soul mista
it is just a call
and the strongest song
I AND I AND I
ever had

Almajnuun and the thief.(some one)

2008-02-21T01:48:00.002Z

Is this all the world has to sell?
I would have thought it had more.
Where are the women?
I know, i know, transient behaviour.
Lust.
Deeply filled with a grip of self serving gratification or an endless pursuit of joy and union at the service of some hot lookin-atcha punanaay.
What ever bites your biscuit.
The naturalness of effortless attraction, mutually bound in the fascination of the other as the self is unburied from its cold solitude.
Self.
That is what life is no?

*

can she see us?
(she can see.)
*

i do not know this place.
(it is her sweet dream)
It was before my time. It belongs to my father.
I can see his dreams, his curls and ambition, subtle, pervasive, ever consistant and loyal.
(he finds a woman)
She will be my mother. She was here at my birth.
(((sweet dream)))
she will be the death of me, bringing me here.
I do not know where to belong. In whose hands. Is it envy or fear....or does no one care.
If i cannot be seen...will they hear me?
I care not for their words.
These sentances will strangle me. like tentacles from the deep come to drag me down.
I must be sure to corse through these turbelent waters with an intrepid and wicked speed.
Ill winds will cut me a guidance and the wash of grief stricken wretchedness will find no meeting with me.
I am grown under what has been done or will seem to do, i am thorough, i am fully
i come from under
from under from under

breathe my stink
feed on my dirt my blood my hunger
take without knowing, steal without plunder
let all these things find their way into your blood, by poisen and chemical and breath....
that will be your sickness.
Nothing else will hold you.
Fail in your choices.
Let scripture fade let ink dry up
but let blood flow....freely.
And let the words be rewritten.

blow cruel winds that mark my passage
blow free and wild and chase the sun from my shadow
blow through bones and bricks and mortar my little pigs
devour the stillness and tear from them their sounds

we will open a new age.
And Death, sweet Death, will be its guidance, its gaurdian.

Remember now, oh life, that which is born to you now.
For it will leave, as the winds blow and push you for a time, so life is you for but an experience
the wind shall leave, and i with it, turning our backs to the moon and sun and self
where will we rest?
what is for sure?

(a change, now, as good as a rest,
for we are not alone.
Mixed feelings and the sound of a voice,
he asks and can only say):

do you remeber when we kissed and you layed by my side?
You said we lived close, that we could find the centre of the whirlwind where it is calm and there is peace, there we would hold each other,
and if the storm took us
we would fly to death but not be torn apart

(Days pass, turning into years, the seas rise and fall, oceans take land and new lands are born. Pharoahs, kings, politicians and priests, rise and fall, ownership takes lands and new lands are born.
The ocean, the rain and the strom, wash away the kingdoms of men.
The earth will eat itself to live forever.
You may be swallowed, consumed.
You may be devoured, feasted upon.
You may pass gently back into it all.
Death does not consume life, it is the guide of eternity.
And it will guide you.
As it feeds you, clothes you, and lays down your anscestors so their blood can rise in you.
Death does not stop life.
Life continues.
Forever, it would seem.
So we wait.
Await the coming of the end.
How will it be?
A change? to what? to where?
How can it end?
Wait and see.....)

its taking a long time.
When does it get over.

But i am learning things. Many things. I have seen the gold rise and fall. I have perfected, a thousand times, the art of desire. I have seen these trees be grass be ocean be marsh and fenn land, desert to jungle, and back again.
This earth does not stay still.
And all the while, this great darkness spins all things purposefully, stars flood into being and light is sucked into itself to produce more stars elsewhere.....Planets dance spirals and egg shapes around collosall orbs or burning......existance is in each one, the gasses, stars, rocks and burning sunstars......and pity the mortals who think that existance only looks human or animal....vegtable....when all things are defined a course by creation and do not belong to themselves........
How the stars would laugh if i could explain it to them.
But they will not.
If only you could see it all.
His majestys greatest plan, to sacrifice into life.

i have watched you now for a long time. I know your ways and have realised your secrets. I know your issues, motivations, dreams and desires. I am nourished with a clear understanding of who you are. I see the things you don't see. I see why. I know your heart beating, your tounge when you sleep. I know your every breath, th eones you breath eand the ones that go missed. I see your toenails grow, i notice the movement of hair as it gets longer. I am slow, and quick, and i am aware all the time.
Your virtues, and vices, are mine to behold.

The stars would be amazed to see what i can see.
But they will not.
It is funny. I shall be my own sun.

I shall not miss them when they are gone.
But i will always wish that i could have one with them.
One with you.

(Again the mood changes, but only to turn away.
Now we face someone, but we are not sure who it is.
We cannot go too far.

We cannot go too far.)

ras babi presents: someone/ Friday 22.02.08 at the Forest cafe

2008-01-29T05:21:00.000Z

it is late...
I know
people are in their beds...
dreaming
and I and I
is here
in the head

someone...
someone close to the man soul
to my... my heart
is trying....

knock...
knock...

...is knocking
is trying to tell me something
something I do not know
am I gonna let go?

come
come in someone
I am trying...
come in
someone
trying.

them.....by blue

2008-01-27T12:38:00.000Z

guns and pieces

2008-01-24T04:47:00.000Z

colours...
words...
music
sweetness
kindness
love
understanding
guns...
you can buy them
the guns are cowards
it is hard to do the good
very easy to destroy
we shout out loud
all what we want is peace
stand firm
do the right thing
them is not the police man
them is in the head
let them dance
celebrate
bring them pieces
from your head
share them
mobilize them
give them a chance
to feel it
you can stop the war
you have done it once
you can do it now
peace and love
arms industry
toy factory
one word can kill them
one bullet is cheap

THEM

2008-01-22T20:43:00.000Z

ras babi presents THEM/Friday25.01.2008 at the Forest...

2008-01-14T22:40:00.000Z

Them themes...
them themes are everywhere
attention
in my cells and in yours
them is in the the head
like cop in the head

love and promises
repulsion
we will make them performers
them auditorium
they keep on watching us
they do not want to be part

them belly full
we hungry
for your art
invade the stage
just like words
through all means

ras babi presents: /HOME/Friday 14.Dec.2007

2007-12-05T03:24:00.000Z

my Home is where
i am allowed to be
beside a river or in a heart of a tree
HOME
once I had one
my eyes used to look
see no end
although I loved it
that piece of land
and thought
nowhere on earth
is like it
I am beginning to hate it
my name was the wrong name
for the security game
them say
you are in our black list
what have I done, Babylon?
what is my problem?
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?
Hear the injustice of a black man
telling his other black brother
him said to me
I do not care
you must have done something wrong
or you father was wrong
HOME
HOME
HOME
I love home
I am learning to hate
the place of my birth
home is a small land
I carry in my heart
is in my mind
is a moment
when I and I
feel free
legally
locally

Togetherness

2007-12-04T17:16:00.000Z

Togetherness…

So, a story… there was this one ‘thing‘…entity…state…the enslaver…the churner of the cogs…some personify this character as Babylon…

Babylon ruled for as long as we could remember…getting more and more powerful…

Babylon entranced so many, made them believe money was the most important thing…turned them into horrible, greedy consumers…the destruction they caused of the very land they lived on, and of their brothers and sisters whom they shared this land with, wasn’t even enough to wake them up…

But there were some…some with their eyes open…those who wanted to be truly free…those who wanted to nurture the land that they owed their very existence to…those who wanted to live at peace with their brothers and sisters so we could share and learn from each other…those who did not want to be controlled by money…those who were searching for truth …those who were not fooled by the web of deceit and lies and fake freedom and false democracy that Babylon had weaved…those who knew that Babylon really didn’t care…those who knew that Babylon would not protect them…those who knew that Babylon only had interest in power and in ruling the world…those who knew that Babylon did not understand love…

So, one of these people was a joker…the joker did all he could to try and lighten Babylon up…to try and make Babylon laugh…to try and bring rejoicing into the land of Babylon…the joker was cracking funny jokes, was juggling, doing circus tricks, acting like a clown, trying to find Babylon‘s funny bone…Babylon did not laugh…Babylon was not amused…Babylon named the joker the fool.

One of these people was wise and learned. They tried to reason with Babylon…tried to educate Babylon…tried to make Babylon see sense…but Babylon would not listen…Babylon invented an education and curriculum that suited the needs of …Babylon. Babylon lies.

One of these people was spiritual. They tried to show Babylon love and compassion. They tried to enlighten Babylon, tried to stop Babylon causing harm to others. Babylon was not scared of anyone or anything.. Babylon felt indestructible and answered to no-one higher. Babylon was boss.

One of these people was full of hatred toward Babylon. They tried knocking Babylon down . They spat on Babylon. Babylon was not inconvenienced at all. Babylon swatted this person like they were a tiny fly. Babylon had spies. Babylon was always one step ahead. Babylon took away even this person fake freedom. Babylon put this person in a cage.

One of these people wanted to show Babylon beauty. They sprayed Babylon with wonderful art and slogans for peace, beautiful colours. Babylon scrubbed away the art. Babylon remained undecorated, grey. Babylon banned the use of free painting in Babylon land. Babylon land remained grey.

One of these people wanted to try and get a message to Babylon through song. They sang songs for peace and justice, hoping that Babylon would listen. Babylon did not hear. Babylon made music and spread it far and wide. Babylon made music to make money. Babylon’s music was banal and suited the needs of …only Babylon.

One of these people captured images, still and moving, to bring to attention how unjust Babylon was. Babylon censored these images. Babylon created an industry where pictures could be distributed if you had money. Babylon made sure the money was not available to the person who wanted to speak out against Babylon. Babylon made them feel like they failed until they gave up and became a cog in the machine. Babylon made sure images that showed Babylon in a favourable light were made. Babylon used images to hypnotize many people into believing they were safe in this world and so they just needed to keep on churning in the machine to stay that way. Babylon, sometimes made them scared so that they would look to Babylon for answers and protection. Babylon tempted them with constant images of shiny things so that they would keep on churning in the machine to get money to own these shiny things. Babylon numbed them so that they stayed in their boxes, staring at boxes with screens and images, so that Babylon could continue the plan uninterrupted.

One of these people marched on Babylon. Used their body to show their opposition to Babylon. The sound of a few footsteps, however, was not enough to grab Babylon’s attention. Was drowned out by the sound of many footsteps, paid by Babylon to fight for Babylon…to kill for Babylon.

One of these people tried to spread the truth about Babylon. Babylon tricked the cogs in the machines into thinking this person was a threat, mad. Babylon locked them up in a hospital and numbed them with medication . Babylon has hidden the truth.

But one day…one day all people will all come together. Join. Unite. Share. One day all people will realize…that we need not be afraid of each other, nor be in competition with each other…
that together we are strong...
Together we can wake up the rest of the cogs in the machine, the automatons.
We are one.
Together we are the revolution.
We will transcend Babylon.
Babylon will cease to exist, will disappear. And we will dance!!!! We will laugh!! We will rejoice. WE WILL BE FREE!!! Bye -bye Babylon,
…the name never to be uttered again!!!

Jcat.

in my heart

2007-11-29T23:20:00.000Z

although i was with you,
i suddenly felt lonely and cried
till you came to me and weaped my tears
till i came to myself and weaped my tears

ive met a lots of people
but where are they?
we are under the same sky, able to see the same stars
but we have a different way to live.
slept together opened the eyes together
we were looking at each other
afterwhile, as if there was nothing happened between us ,
we are living in ordinary days
im feeling lonely and crying again

but that is not true.

there is the memory that we were together
my memory , your memory and our memory

even you are not with me now,
once in a while we were together
i can dream, i can see, i can feel ,
we were together , we are together,

even im not here, you are not here
once in a while we were together
the memory of togetherness...

thanks,,
thank you
for the memorey of togetherness you gave me

in my one life,
we were together,
we are together
we will be together.
in my heart.

Friday 30 of november 2007/ Ras Babi Presents TOGETHERNESS

2007-11-15T02:47:00.000Z

IS A STATE OF BEING
OH DEARS...

THE
Togetherness
is
Emotionally
And
Physically
gesture of making circle
with hands
Feeling warm from the in
mutual sympathy
Understanding
and of belonging together
Are you listening?

Togetherness
Emotionally
Can be
Thesaurus
Closeness
Fellow feeling
Family feeling
Affection
Friendship

Togetherness
Will always be
Congeniality
Love
Society
Brotherhood
Sisterhood

Togetherness
Heart to heart
Come together
BelievING in art
writing...

Saturday 27th October

2007-10-23T04:06:00.000+01:00

Saturday27 of October 07 Ras Babi Presents Endless love

2007-10-11T00:29:00.000+01:00

from now to eternity....
does now exist?
it does exist.
from now to eternity....
two souls
my soul touch your soul
it is my soul with the souls of all
one soul
yesterday was for the fathers
let make tomorrow better for the children
the child of the stars stays the same
every night
words and words get into the man head
I am still a live not dead
Zed and zed
I said
after Babylon and Lucifer
the wicked
here come the best
from now to eternity
endless love.
and for you all
endless love by Lionel Richie

My love,
Theres only you in my life
The only thing thats bright

My first love,
Your every breath that I take
Your every step I make

And i
(i-i-i-i-i)
I want to share
All my love with you
No one else will do...

And your eyes
Your eyes, your eyes
They tell me how much you care
Ooh yes, you will always be
My endless love

Two hearts,
Two hearts that beat as one
Our lives have just begun

Forever
(ohhhhhh)
Ill hold you close in my arms
I cant resist your charms

And love
Oh, love
Ill be a fool
For you,
Im sure
You know I dont mind
Oh, you know I dont mind

cause you,
You mean the world to me
Oh
I know
I know
Ive found in you
My endless love

Oooh-woow
Boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, booom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Oooh, and love
Oh, love
Ill be that fool
For you,
Im sure
You know I dont mind
Oh you know-
I dont mind

And, yes
Youll be the only one
cause no one can deny
This love I have inside
And Ill give it all to you
My love
My love, my love
My endless love

Ras' Website Launch!

2007-10-10T02:11:00.000+01:00

The website for Ras' Company, Ras Babi Presents is live!

rasbabi.co.uk

FRIDAY 28th - Ras Babi Presents - Beauty and The Beast

2007-09-22T10:57:00.000+01:00

Here it is again RAS BABI PRESENTS - the best night out. full stop.

Fatima al Sammha the Redox (the first draft of a work in progress by Indana Simonde)

2007-09-19T00:53:00.000+01:00

In a small coastal village beside the river lived a girl by the name of Fatima. She lived with her grandmother and her mother who gave her the name Al Sammha because of her mystical beauty. The men of her village lost their minds when she walked past them and the women hated the dawn that gave birth to her. Her scent needed no pass nor introduction nor permission to scintilate the senses, it was everywhere in the village. Everyone needed her. the beauty of her face healed the wounds of the weak except for those suffering from passion wounds. Fatima was growing and the worries of her grand mother were growing with her.

In her sleep Fatima's grandmother hears voices talking to her.

(Scene one)
The grandmother sleeps calmly in a serene corner of her traditional cottage. Three ghosts appear and begin to caress the air around her body. Gently they begin to whisper.

Nanjerii: This one has been tainted by the waters that run beside the village. Behold! the saints have damned her.

Nerantii: The eyes are blind and the heart is sad!

Nehimii: Forgive her Mordecaii, for her hunger, there is no food!

The grandmother wakes up in a daze seeing that Fatima is not lying beside her, she stumbles out of bed and says;

Grandmother: I must find her, where is my blessed granddaughter, where is Al Sammha?

She leaves the room and the ghosts gather to remark to one another in fear.

Nanjerii: Where there is the clacking of footsteps on empty roads and the sound of clacking on empty streets and the sound of leaves rustling, there she will find him.

Nerantii: Who, what is the name of this hero you talk of?

Nehimii: He is a troubled one, his eyes, tell her to stay away from his eyes.

(Scene two)

Since Fatima was a child her mother was protective over her children. The fire and desire to save her from a fate worse than death caused Nehimii to rage within herself like she was battling the gods, the stars and the planets themselves. So much so infact that when one day they were walking in the forest close to the village to collect food, they came across a wolf. Fatima's mother Nehimii, then called Nansheeva was savaged by the beast but not before she had the opportunity to send her daughter to safety. Upon escaping from danger, the young Al Sammha reaches a village to see two girls playing.

Girl one: Hi, how are you doing?
Al Sammha (out of breath) My... My Mother.. is...
Girl two: Spit it out we haven't got all day!
Al Sammha: I need help my mum, I think she might be dead already, I just know it. A monster attacked her in the woods.

The three ghost reappear as the girls move to mobolise the village into action.

Nanjerii: They don't get it yet? Do they not see?
Nerantii:Heaven's alive, I don't think they do!
Nehimii: My ancient bones!
(to al Sammha)
Nehimii: Have no fear when the darkness comes for things will never be the same again. He will change everything.

Al Sammha stops running and turns to see the apparition. Her mother and some of her relatives from the grave.

Nehimii: I just can't believe it, it feels lik i've been a reflection in this cold, barren existence for an eternity. I want to hold you till i cry, until i cry, but I don't even know if i can cry in this shell of a body. Trapped within my own darkness i thought i had forgotten your face, what your beauty was, your scent. When the time comes I will stop drifting through the astral planes and i will find you like a dream. Close your eyes as i can't say goodbye with anything other than words.

With that Fatima's mother formed a peaked harp of serenity out of pure air.

Nehimii: Don't cry, you will grow to be a beautiful woman. Play this harp for the one you love. Not for me, I will always be with you.

Twenty years later, as clarity dawns on the young Al Sammha, the tears drown out the pain of the cuts on her arms. The hlood covers her dress as well as staining her skin like an evil taint, she sits on a rock next to the river just a few minutes away from the village. The young womans blood brings into existence the monster that manifested itself as a wolf in order to bring forth destiny and the eventual passing of her mother...

Freedom, god and beauty; Destruction, Lucifer and the beast (by Indana Simonde)

2007-09-19T00:51:00.000+01:00

It began as the church bells chimed in unison at five am,
Always the same, no mumbling just rumbling in the corners of my mind,
Deep dark and foreboding, as though the clouds were about to snap into the higher order of things,
Then it happened, my story rewritten for the last time, never to see the light of day in the same fashion again,
Nobody knows of my hurt, do you? Do you? My pain, my anger, my lust,
It’s the freedom in the heart and soul that unites us with a common bond,
All that you have is our self worth

IT BEGAN AS THE CHURCH BELLS CHIMED IN UNISON AT FIVE AM
Child of the empty void in the shards of a splintered cosmic egg,
Hoping for a miracle where there is none,
The beat goes on, like there is nothing else, like there was nothing else,
I see the explosion in my mind, knowing that there is no way back,
But this time will bring finality for you,
This time will bring the end of all days,

It began as the church bells chimed in unison at five am,
A prayer at dawn for the sake of remembrance’s sake,
The chill is deep and foreboding, but suddenly I ask the shuddering question,
‘Were there faces in the water, eyes everywhere watching who I wanted to be?’,
It is so cold in my house, my line and kin,
Talk of culture makes me lose my appetite,
And all for want of a dream

It began as the black hawk flew over the occupied skies,
An armed encampment that was thinking little thoughts of the deep,
Will you ask of my world that none other toils for the jewel in the eye of the storm,
All the bells going sour to the sound of rotors as the dust fly’s towards the untouched air,
It’s not a sign of things to come as these things have already happened,
A drum beat begins in the emptiness of nothing,
As the fire in the heart of doom witnesses the white in his eyes as he steps out

It ended behind iron doors, as we said goodbye only with words,
Back to the bells, back to the toll, the tales of the fold,
Where a gentleman’s nature is lost to the state,
I go back to work as the gunfire ends in my mind,
Staring nondescriptly at a nonchalant soldier standing aloof,
It’s been near on two thousand five hundred and fifty five days,
Palestine to Syria, Afghanistan to Uzbekistan, he hears you through the reflection...

Ras Babi presents Beauty and the beast Friday 28/09/07

2007-09-12T22:22:00.000+01:00

dear friends...
it is beauty that makes the sun shine...
but....
the beast that hide inside....
you
me
won't let go
free the beast
bring out beauty.

Forest Drama and Performance workshop and the great success

2007-08-30T02:07:00.000+01:00

Dear friends,
absolutely we have done it, we made what looks impossible to realize possible...
and that was possible because we are a unique Drama group....
I want to thank and congratulate every one of you, for the massive performances during the Fringe 2007...
you were great.
peace and love.
Ras Babi

Friday 24.08.2007/ forest cafe / Chant on Babylon /

2007-08-19T19:46:00.000+01:00

my dears...
let us bring our best for this coming lovely night, we are going to have the whole place for us from 8 till close...
I am working on The Mirror Faces The Screen with some of you, I would love if the others can give their support and encouragement to them...
if you want to be part of what is going on join us on next Monday at 9 and try to find ras babi....

we are peaceful people, do not forget it, when it comes to Chant on Babylon, create for peace, love and harmony, our world is full of negative energy let us try to balance it with positive energy...
my love to you all beautiful ones.
ras babi

For the Fringe2007- Wake up/ a play by Ras Babi

2007-08-07T20:04:00.000+01:00

Radio: [to be repeated as audience enter]
In dreaming...
in your dream
you can have what you want
every thing is possible....
[strong drumming and smoke, radio stops]

Crowd: [shouting and moving their hands up and down]
[All] Hallelujah
[All] Hallelujah

[1] Hera
[2] hora
[3] Aura
[4] hols
[5] mullah

[All] Media is around

[Chant]
here
here
blah
blah
blah [Quieting down as clown enters...]

[Clown enters the place riding his feet, when the crowd sees him, they keep calm, he moves around the place, sniffing it, then, suddenly he says. Crowd position behind clown and freeze-frame]

Clown:
[Crowd gesture together]
seekers
sect
scat
sec ta

[Crowd freeze-frame]
what is your story ugly ones?
what kind of conspiracy is going on here?

[Crowd individual gestures]
aha
yum
bum
cum

[Crowd freeze-frame]
tell me, what is going on?
I know you do not know..., till I teach you...

Crowd: [Reanimated, whilst gathering around the clown]

[Chanting...]
[1] teach us
[2] educate us
[3] tell us who is our new master?
[4] can we buy our freedom?
[5] how much does it cost?

Clown:
peace talk
[Crowd quieten down to listen to Clown]
make peace
[Crowd start touching each other, lovingly]
why do you fukkk?
[Crowd stop, startled, and listen again]

if you want to fart....
use condoms...
[Crowd amused, but attentive... note-taking, embarrassed, etc.]

do as your Mamie tells you
and this place will smell excellent, excellencies!!!

[Crowd confused, looking about...]

do not you understand?
if you do not...
ask for help
we are here to help you...
we love smooth stuff
now...
I forgot
any volunteer
ask me again,you will find your answers...
[Crowd looking at Clown attentively...]

Crowd:
[Pushing one forward, who says] who is our new master?
[Clown stares at him/her]
[All – repeatedly – directed to Clown and Audience] who bought us?

Clown:
sorry!!! [Crowd disperse and quieten down]
I did not mean U.G.L.Y. [Directed at one crowd member]
I wanted to ask...
are you angry? [To another]

Crowd: [Chanting, turning around to freeze]
blah
blah
blah

Clown: [To Audience, with radio music in background. Repeated.]
freedom of speech...
...it is your right
enjoy it...
you have no chains
you can leave if you want...

[Turning to look at Crowd]
stupid ones...,bye...
take care...
they never let me finish...
free information
for free...
newspapers for free
latest news...
the death of Babylon
who bought the forest cafe?
end of peace talk in Darfur...

Radio: [As Clown manipulates the Crowd]
sleep...
sleep...
your feet are cold
come closer...

[Crowd reanimating, slowly – as Clown cuts their strings]
let me heat you up
dream with me
dream for me
and sing

All: [Chanting whilst Radio continues. All move towards each other to hold hands in a circle]
my sweet dream
my sweat dream

Radio: in my dream
[All turn to face out, still turning in a circle, but stopping as each Crowd member speaks]
Crowd: [1] we built a new free space for art
Radio: for free
Crowd: [2] we fathered the forest Drama
Radio: for free
Crowd: [3] we cleaned the dishes

Radio: for free

dream with me
never let go
beautiful
what a dream

All: [Individually, slowly – continuing as a whisper while radio speaks] I must wake my self

Radio:
up
up
dreamers
that's it.
Hasta manana

All: [getting louder, to a shout, then stop - Boom] I must wake my self.
[Lights out, the radio farts, laughs, he leaves the Forest Cafe]

2007-08-01T17:09:00.001+01:00

Sweet Dream

Me
Myself
My true desire
Just me.

Light.

2007-08-01T01:18:00.000+01:00

What am i?

What are my options?

Am i this or that...?

Lift.
I ...up.....

...and OuT.

You had me, you knew me, -could you tell?
Could you taste it?

I deep sigh.

I wanted too much.
Wanted just enough.
Just a little bit.
A piece.
Of peace.

..And Light.
Where am i now?

So far that i am unclean?
Are my words betraying you?
Betraying the trust that i would always be ok?
How is YOUR drama?
Weak?
Need props?

I am empty.
And it is not enough for you......
Does my hurt help you?
shall i become the slave, the servant and the master?
--who would listen anyhow....
...you only have ears for yourself.....

Take me back to the garden, return my heart to the wilds, my mind to the revolution that i can see......in ordinary folk.
Sweep the streets,
drive the bus,
serve the coffee.

Fit in
and Reveal Yourself.

I am forced to need no-one....for that is the only one here with me now.

My friends are...like...masks....or...smoke

The wind has blown them away...and i see......

???

The Forest Drama and Performance workshop and the coming Fringe/13 and 14 play wake up and 24 of August down stairs play mirror faces the screen.

2007-07-28T23:02:00.000+01:00

my dears...
the fringe is knocking at our door...
are we ready?
yes we are...
we have done a lot of practice...
and we spent valuable time...
we will pass this experience we had, journey or sweet dream to the others(our audience).
we have three nights(13, 14, upstairs, and 24 of August down stairs).

the Themes are...
Listen!!! for 13/14 of August.
and
Chant on Babylon for 24 of the month.
I want to work hard to bring out the story of Babylon and the rest.
peace and love xxx
ras babi.

2007-07-26T03:38:00.000+01:00

The sweetest Dream

I had a home,
A mother of milk
and honey
Sweeping pretty through
The house,
Of breasts and
Softscented hair
Of smashed bottles
and fear
All over the kitchen
floor.

And her pretty was
cleaned so hard
That when she was
gone
The only echo
Left to bounce around
The house
Was in the smell of
My hair my Skin
The pain of my father.

Then, again,
I had a home.
A man of
Sandalwooded beard
and loving obsession,
Of soft madness
constantly brewing
tea and smile
Of desperate need
And slow decay.

Ane when he
Clawed his way out of
A morphine-enduced
Sleep
for the last time to
Look at me
And ask me to tell
the angels to leave
Him alone,
the only echo left
To bounce around
My life
was the humour in my
subtext,
The sad warm smile
In my chest,
The hole inside me,
The unreasonable
expectation
Of love.

Laura marlow.

sweet dreams

2007-07-11T20:26:00.000+01:00

Early To Bed

Its good to sleep on time. Early to bed, early to rise makes you healthy, wealthy and wise.

She is out there...

2007-07-06T20:54:00.000+01:00

she is out there...
busy
happy
I know
my heart whispers it to me
I am here
alone
in this rainy and cold Babylon
Where can a man like me go?
she is out there
having the sun
what a great fun

sweet dream

2007-07-04T20:26:00.000+01:00

peace...
unity...
a look....
a touch
from my far away land

running
naked in my jungle

touch me
I touch you
heal my broken heart
wake me up.

Babylon and the Sweet Dream

2007-07-03T23:50:00.000+01:00

Read the text:
by Jah Guide
It's all here:

A scrawl before bedtime

2007-06-28T00:44:00.000+01:00

A perfect part of silence
That we're trying to find
Together
As we ride
Sorting from the mudle
A silence
Deep
Unshakeable

What noise to take us there?

Which noise to choose amongst
All the others
To make us whole, happy, complete
Unbreakable
Unfathomable
Yet understood
Shared
A mystery to spend
Unquenchably
For all
With all
Yet complete without

Which noise to follow?

That break to fix
To mend all the others
Oh, that would be so easy!
That would be so great!
What ease in mystery so easily solved?
Play time for us all
That matters so much
The worthy path playfully trod
The cure, the methid
To lift these clouds
So we may be free of all methods
And blend into this
silence
Around us
Within us

Are we really trying to find it?
Or just kidding
Seeking an easy way
For the hardest answer
That is no answer
Just a path
A way
A silence we so well to
hide from ourselves
Only our selves
Between ourselves
And the others we wish to share
So silently
The journey
In silence
To silence
The end within us all

And we're getting there aren't we?
Aren't we?
Tell me we're getting there
Somewhere
From here
This silence
We noisily protect
To never find

Cannot be found!
Only relaxed in
Lived in
Silence
Indecipherable
The only home we'll ever know
Through truth

So we shake
We crumble
To rebuild this holy temple
For ourselves
For others
The intrinisc good
Or joy
Or truth
In all the flimsy shacks
That litter us around
Within us
Within others
A mountains reach
But no summit to reach
A rocky road we've found
But not found

...but with you
this lost will be
for a few moments
that much easier

The Forest is our sweet dream/ for Friday 27 of July

2007-06-27T20:40:00.000+01:00

7 years ago a group of masters made our dream comes true, for them and from them this play came into existence...
how much I love this place...
this place is my sweet dream...
is real

Scene 1

5 years ago, three stones became builders, they built their dream in a place between the wonderful moon and the magical sun; they say, our hearts are broken we do need art, real art to heal our polluted souls, working and working after working very hard in spiritual level, the building becomes the magical touch, the Alternative medicine and the Tent that protect us from Babylon: the climate change.

From the top of the mountain three stones rolled to the ground. They fall in a beautiful garden between the ego and the soul, in front of the destiny Mirror they fall.

The Mirror: Money, money, they dance with the money. Money makes you sell your brother, your sister, and your soul. The Alternative dream needs no money.

123: Do you think this is the right place for our Forest?
789: (looking at the sky)

Look at the sky!! Look at the moon!
Isn't it wonderful?

123: (looking at the sky, repeating what 789just said) look at the sky! Look at the moon, isn't it wonderful, but dear789, what your eyes are seeing is not the moon, is the magical sun…

789: Magical sun, no my dear friend stones two, what my eyes are seeing is the wonderful moon.

123: You say that is the moon and I say that is the sun, let’s find 456and ask him.

789+123: (Shouting together) 456where are you?
456appeared with something in his hand.

456: Look what I found!!
The right place, our place will be between the moon and the sun.

The three of them together
123456789: Let’s start building.
We are building the dream, our dream.

They put the head corner stone and they start building.

They move in a circle, they shake holding each other hands after moving three circles finally they stopped in form of a triangle ,they smile they greet and they leave the place.

2007-06-20T19:49:00.000+01:00

WEE AND QUIKLY MADE UP POEM ABOUT CLOUDS

Nubes, podeis venir
Nubes libres sobre el cielo gris
Sois fuente de cambio
de lluvia de riqueza
de tormenta
de tranquilidad
de presagio
Nubes que en la infancia me trajeron ansias de querer volar
Junto a un alma gemela ponerme a comtemplar
lindas formas de dragones, de elefantes, de graciosos perros perdidos en el mar
Nubes que rapido llegan
Nubes que rapido se van
Nubes que llegan para quedar
Un cielo sin nubes
Un dia claro junto al mar
Nubes de golosina
Nubes de cartulina

Red clouds of anxiety repressed
I don't know how to take you away
I don't know if you are here to stay
But I know you are not going to make me down
I will face to you with all my energy
White clouds of creativity
moving up
moving down
sometimes you show me a mountain
sometimes you show me a clown
crazy clouds running above human's soul
please don't let them down

Natalia

Friday 22nd June: Ras Babi Presents: CLOUDS

2007-06-20T03:07:00.000+01:00

poster by NaNa photo By NaNa

clouds

2007-06-18T23:08:00.000+01:00

come...
lay here...
open your heart...
unity is what I want...
does it hurt you when it rain?
stop acting, free your soul for once?
c.l.o.u.d.s

I am stuck to my depth....
clouds is what I have done...
Am I loud enough?
Am I equal to you?
Am I in the struggle like you?
yes or no...
clouds
I will sing my song...
you can take my drum...
not my lyrics
not my lyrics
take my time
my design
and leave me
clouds...
clouds...
clouds...
do not you...

after humanity come clouds/ friday 22 of june

2007-06-02T21:45:00.000+01:00

what a performance we had. I am proud and happy because of you all...
we will stay with humanity cos' more beautiful things will come...
I will try to work on concrete jungle for the fringe.....
so for June and July we will be working on the same thing, kind of trying to improve it.our next night of performance will be Friday 22 of June, same play with clouds.
respect to you.

no music, sorry

2007-06-01T13:44:00.000+01:00

due to a data entry error the Music Group, in the Cave, Thursday 31st May, was canceled.

I appologise for and inconvinience caused. The data has been ammended for June.

REMEMBER: WE START AT 8 AND WE ARE SERIOUS. (in a funny kind of way)

Photographs of Humanity Performance

2007-05-30T18:09:00.000+01:00

View the album

hug a thief

2007-05-30T04:17:00.001+01:00

Love hugs the one who steels from her.

here is a related video.

Humanity Videoodoo

2007-05-29T02:46:00.001+01:00

This video art was created at "Ras Babi Presaents: Humanity" on friday 25th May 07, by Francis.

It's all falling into place

2007-05-28T17:31:00.001+01:00

A man wondered into Friday evening's expectation
It had the feeling of a night he would never forget
It was to be a night of seven teachers
The first took on a studious role
She listened to what he had to say
- Words of wisdom you could hardly imagine! -
But politely placed each pearl aside - her frustrations were beyond such talk at this time
"Come back when I'm ready" she seemed to say

The second was attentive, as she is to all things
But least of all to her self
She oozes power and gentleness
But she cannot see the beauty around her is all of her own making
She beats around the bush

On Cockburn St the third stopped him - huge hug, jangling smile
"I've been thinking about you" she said
Pointing at her eyes then laughing at herself
"But not seeing, thinking."
She giggled down the hill

The fourth was a dustbin bag that tripped him
As he followed a sudden whim to walk backwards to look at the lights, the shops,
The sky settling into night

Outside a South Bridge takeaway sat the fifth
- comatose, curry and chips down her front -
Breathing, silent
"She'll be fine," he said "It's not puke and she's just sleeping"
Inwardly: guesing how he could be so sure

The sixth ignored him then, upon recognition, backed away giggling
"You're very powerful today" she said
"I saw you half way down the Royal Mile.
You were wearing a white woolen jumper with brown on the sleeves."
They kissed, four times, through the conversation.
"You're becoming the man in the Forest." she said "With a river, a wife and two children."
He wondered if the wife might be her and smiled at how unsurprising she had become to him

The seventh sat -reflecting on the short stroll of these lessons
Who had been seen?
Who had been thought of?
Once he had scratched and clawed for this kind of attention
But now he could not be sure that there was a him that this was happening to
Or if there was, he would not be around much longer for him to enjoy

But still there was wisdom in all of it
So why should he not speak it?
And so he began:
"There is not one perfect path our perfect selves are walking
There is only you, NOW,
Perfect and wonderful.
See! there is no catching up to be done
Enjoy your truth
Love ALL your teachers
And make sure you see me for a dance later."

CONCRETE JUNGLE

2007-05-28T11:22:00.000+01:00

Concrete Jungle a play by Ras Babi. Click it! (and scroll doon the page a wee bit)"

Responsibility

2007-05-23T11:19:00.000+01:00

The world is a stage and we are all actors. Each actor plays a unique part and is responsible for their own actions. Responsibility means doing the right thing no matter how big or small the task may be. Each one of us has a special role to play in the making the world a better place.

HUMANITY

2007-05-22T22:15:00.000+01:00

HERE IS THE POSTER FOR FRIDAYS PERFORMANCE!

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

ANY COMMENTS? INTERACTION, ANYONE?

...one...

2007-05-14T22:32:00.000+01:00

One cannot always be a hero,
but one can always be a human.

- Goethe

... define humanity ...

2007-05-08T13:16:00.000+01:00

...the dictionary says..(click here)

In our next journey we are going to meet with Humanity

2007-05-01T20:36:00.000+01:00

This is from my play concrete jungle...
you are invited to write around the same theme or bring a new idea.

...I am talking to my soul and searching for the far sun, I can see it now on top of the mountain sending us warmth and light. From the far sun, the light hit me on the face; rivers of tears refresh my face from the heat and the light.

I am sad, sad to the depths of my soul, I feel the amount of the pain that inhabited us and covered our lives…

Where are we going?

With the pain and the destruction, we cannot go far!

What about tomorrow? Will it come?

I am sad; my face to the ground, a knife is in the heart.

Oh my dear divine being! Why do I feel it? Why do I have to feel the pain? Why do I have to share it? Why do not me just…

Again, I feel something, a hand is touching me, this touch is different, I feel it straight to my heart, I am not able to move or to see the source, and I cannot speak…

A healing voice broke through:

I am humanity
I am the one, number 1
The real one

Tell the women, the men and the children.
Tell them I am the mother of all.

The Grown Man: Humanity I love you
Humanity touch me
Humanity heal me

Humanity: I cannot handle this flood
Of my children blood
I am the mother, the mother of all
No one has the right to kill the other
You are all one tribe my tribe

The Grown Man: Humanity, can we stop the war, the hunger and the anger?

Humanity we believe in different things.

Humanity: All of you, you are my liver. Keep telling them. Do not give it up.

The Grown Man: Humanity, are you my soul?
Humanity, did you answer my call?
Humanity, can I see your face?
Humanity, touch me.

Humanity: Shushes…
The boy is the grown man. He knows the answers.

The Grown Man: Humanity, are you my soul?
Humanity, why do I feel so sad?
Humanity, am I bad?
Humanity, do not go.
Humanity, Humanity, Humanity
Humanity, Humanity, Humanity
Humanity where are you going?

Knock, knock, and knock

Where are you?

Humanity, where is my soul?

There is no answer. Nobody is there to answer these silly questions. What will happen if I shout, if I draw what I see, what will happen if I translated what is inside me?…

Lost, lost, lost
My soul is lost
My melodies are solo
In addition, I am very tired to play alone
Knock, knock, and knock
Are you there, my soul?
Please, open your door....
by ras

2007-05-01T16:29:00.000+01:00

Jcat

... we are free! ...

2007-04-30T09:22:00.000+01:00

On Friday 27th April 07, we built a wall ... we broke it down ... we freed the prisoner inside ... we danced .. oh how we danced! thanks again to: Andy, Bill, Blue, Danny, Peter, Sten, Nick, Nicholas, the Capoeristas, Mr.Rob the DJ ... for the fine music and vibes, and Kate and Jess for reading... and each and everyone for the participation! .. We don't just spectate, we create!

From Prison Perfor...

HAVE A GREAT SUMMER!

Look Ahead

2007-04-26T17:35:00.000+01:00

Do not look back with shame, nor look up with arrogance, nor look around for blame. Just look ahead with dignity.

Walls

2007-04-26T11:11:00.000+01:00

Walls create and arise from attachment
built around ourselves until we believe we cannot be free.
They come in stages. one broken down only to reveal another built around it
When will we be free?
Strength comes from the understanding that this will come. An ancient understanding drawn from the depths of our evolution. We Search.
Seek to know more.
Be humbled by the knowledge that we are existing as we always have been and always shall be. We are.
This knowledge cannot be contained, it has no barriers. Through an understanding that we know nothing we cannot build walls, we can only exist. we are not living in time or place only in moments, each moment setting free as soon as it exists and being replaced by the next.
Sometimes my walls appear unexpectedly.
Moments of freedom suddenly being boxed in,
bound,
entrapped,
dragged down, unrelenting and forced by fear and worry.
A continuous cycle of joy only to be thrown back into negativity, confinement.
My walls come from thinking
Actions carried out as opposed to freely flowing with life.

I'm sitting in a place where there are no walls, no confines, a great expanse of nature, rolling and flowing with perfect harmony. Yet i have been amongst this with doubt.
Gone inside my head.
i've missed so much beauty by looking inwards, focusing on my fears and worries instead of simply being.
3 Days of inner turmoil and confusion, when i have been travelling through and existing in places where these hold no importance.
Let go.
I have let go.
A freezing dip into an icy pool released my minds grip over my body and i connected back with the earth, felt the sun warm my frozen skin and was released.

Through thinking about my walls and prisons i have created one.
Through looking for freedom i built a fence around myself.

I now sit beside a river, continually moving in its jolly babble. my thoughts flow with the current, uncontained and free.
i can feel my toes, growing colder as the sun dips behind a cloud, the solid rock beneath them existing as it always has done.
I am humbled.
I am free.

This Friday , 27th April ... liberation!

2007-04-24T11:00:00.000+01:00

... once again the time has come ...

Hey People!...

What do you think about this poster? ... it was said that the last one was rubbish, I agree, what about this one?

artists response to the theme of "the wall"

2007-04-23T21:21:00.000+01:00

Tuesday Wall Thoughts

2007-04-18T17:13:00.000+01:00

I was unable to attend the group yesterday.

I was stuck on the outside.

In a strange place, with a Hermit.

We played a game. Collaborative Spontaneous Writing.

Try it yourselves!

Tuesday Workshop 10th April 07

2007-04-12T17:16:00.000+01:00

On Tuesday, as usual we met in the Hall.

A wall was built... the Architect was talked about but was she/he ever found?

Babylon and Lucifer where present (as always)...

The sound of music rang out... if I learned one thing .. it was.. "we always follow the beat"

Fun and joy filled the room... the sweet taste of collaboration?

workshop photos - the wall?

Dawn under utopia - indana Simonde

2007-04-11T22:49:00.000+01:00

The dream weaver

Catcher and enveloper of mine all,
I arouse might in thine heart,
From my hearth and mantle to the never ending quest,
Deceit and decrepit abode, fear is my staple but not for the gentlest of tresses
And nor for insomnia would I trade one night in your arms for the world
Should I wake from this dream, forgive me,
For I am but yours to own,
In one subtle form to another, sweet disguise
I beguile you and see only fire in the realm of dire consequence
Fall for my charm and believe in eternity
For the love I hold is as unending in the warm embers of the forever
As the one who holds the truth of my all

Apologetics to thyne Arcanum

Hand and foot, I discarded amid a torrent of unrelenting vehemence my shackles,
No longer to be a slave to a forgotten ideal,
Snaking its way through the darkness,
Only to find the fearless and the fearful
Trapped and ensnared by your tender hooks,
I know my country, that which I will call home
Shall I return?
Return to where angels dwell within the hood of a widows mantle!

Like a Spartan warrior above a multitude of unkempt and withdrawn faces,
I searched for my comrades were there were none,
Whilst a crooked smile was reflected in the cool enigma made of glass and sulphur
To some inner strength means nothing,
To some such as I, we are already dead to rights,
For once I craved all that you are,

I pray, see the truth behind the man’s scar,
Ask yourself, what is the nature of our existence?,
Am I to be desires empty breath contained within the shell of an hourglass?
Ticking incessantly until my trickling and indiscreet point of no return,
Roughly disjointed and symbiotic we all search for purity and piety,
Humanities lust for light at the cost of the darkness within,

Life is love from above,
A gift so precious that I dare not part from the hero in my heart,
The monster within my soul and my spirit creeps,
Forcing my beating chest to exhume the breath of the ages,
All that I have left in the world,
The air in this world I inhabit becoming rank and untreatable,

Fading lights in the dark

Despondence for the sake of shallow misunderstanding haunts and misdirects my efforts,
I pull and scratch at a deceiving surface, causing tension to all who lay resting in unrelenting torment,
An escalation of the hate I once felt subsides as the creeping and crawling at the edges of reality begins,
My struggle composed of my heavy heaving flesh draws breath once more, but not yet,
Out of my grave, all immortal and unmarked by deaths eager hand,
My truth and my all runs bare as I forsake eternities sweet gift for the harshness of life once more,
All for a simple glimpse of you, my glimmer of hope,

The Revolution is long since dusted with antiquities recordings,
Misguided affection long overdue is misplaced and misspelled,
An archipelago akin to the steel cacophony of light and sound indeterminable, whispers in my ear,
Striking at my very core and causing me to rise and breath at last,
Covered in the dirt and mental crust of antipathy I allow my skeletal frame to move forward
Appearing out of the thick fog of a relinquished command,

Oppressions desperate tide collides with my ignorance,
Forever alone, an understanding of bitter loss resounds in my minds eye,
I walk ahead of the crowd, the multitude of lost and pre-conscious nobility, surrounded unyet alone,
My muse creates fear and dissention, the behaviour and mark of a true warrior poet,
Confessions shameless truth no longer to bare the sting of failure in battle or at rest,
The fire ahead slowly burns as I rest my weapon, a simple arc on the ground,
Smoke rises and snakes, creating a grey stream of heavenly tears in the sky

Harmony

2007-04-10T13:34:00.001+01:00

Love dissolves hate.
Kindness melts cruelty.
Compassion calms passion.
Cooperation evokes love and when we bow, others bend.
This creates harmony.

Picasa Web Albums - Drama

2007-04-03T21:23:00.000+01:00

From Posters

Call for Pictures!

2007-04-03T17:00:00.000+01:00

Got a performance picture?

Have you participated in this group in the past?

Do you have any pictures? Stick em up!

LOOK AT THE PICASA WEB ALBUM

thanks...

Nix.

one line create a peiece, a peice can create many pieces

2007-03-28T23:51:00.000+01:00

I am in my forest dream...

this line in specific brought to my dreams visions and made me hear voices and see creatures....
it inspired me to write my second play; The mirror faces the screen, in which characters like, 123, 456..., Babylon, Iraq, and others came to existence.

The same piece The mirror faces the screen as a whole became a foundation to a new concept.
A new concept with a new definition to Babylon, it became she, and she represents the whole....

by- Ras.