FACTION CREATIVE

If it glorifies the world and not the Creator of the world you don't need it. If it feeds the flesh and not the Spirit you don't need it. Stitch up the wound. 🌍

IF YOU WANT YOUR WORKS ON THIS SOON TO BE WEBSITE AND ADVERTISED ALL OVER FOR SALE,,, PLEASE LOOK THROUGH THIS BLOGSITE TO SEE WHAT WE'RE ALL ABOUT. THEN DECIDE IF =FACTION CREATIVE= IS A OPTION YOU'D LIKE TO UTILIZE. ALWAYS F R E E ! thanks- L E X Lexhoebel@hotmail.com

I BELONG TO A GROUP OF WRITERS, POETS, PAINTERS, PHOTOGRAPHERS ETC... ARTISTS!!!  THIS COLLECTIVE OF CREATIVE TYPES SHARE A COMMON AVERSION TO THE SOCIETAL DETERMINATION OF WHAT EXACTLY IS OR ISNT ART.  "EVERYTHING IS ART IF YOU ARE READY" SAYS REYSON MORALES, MEMBER OF THE GROUP: =RIGHTEOUS CREATIVE=. CARE TO EXPAND ON "THAT?  "WELL IT'S NOT ONLY THE  CREATING, ARRANGING REARRANGING OF MAN THAT BEGETS "ART" IT CAN BE THE NATURAL FORMATION OF ANYTHING. I FIND THE DAMAGE COMES IN WHEN HUMAN INTERRUPTION BRINGS SCHISM, DECONSTRUCTION AND UNCONVENTIONAL RECREATION OF THAT WHICH IS ACCEPTED , EVEN EXPECTED. SO ANYTHING THAT IS NOT SET OUT TO BE ART FOR THE SAKE OF ART CAN BE CONSIDERED ART CONTINGENT UPON THE FILTER IT IS INGESTED BY"  THE MEMBERS OF THIS GROUP ARE QUITE DIVERSE. MEMBERS INCLUDE AGES 19 THROUGH 72 WITH SOME CONTRIBUTING ONLY POETRY, INDY FILM, LOGO DESIGN, SOUNDTRACKS, PAINTINGS OR COMICS. OTHERS OFFER MULTIPLE MEDIA AND PRESENTATION...

I WILL WRITE THIS AS IF IT WERE “TO ME”, YET YOU, THE READER, MAY BENEFIT FROM THIS IF YOU READ IT OBJECTIVELY. REALITY IS REALITY. PEOPLE TEND TO MANUFACTURE AN OPPOSITION TO REALITY THROUGH THEIR ANGER AND PERSONAL RIGHTS. TRUTH IS I HAVE VERY VERY LIMITED RIGHTS TO ANGER, MORE LIKE NONE. NOBODY HAS THE RIGHT TO TELL OTHERS HOW THEY NEED TO SPEAK, ACT OR FEEL. ANGER AND OFFENSE ARE NOT A LUXURY FOR AN EVOLVED, SPIRITUAL , FAIR AND WELL BALANCED INDIVIDUAL. SOCIETY HAS BECOME ADDICTED TO ANGER AND OFFENSE. THE MAJORITY OF SHOWS AND PROGRAMS HAVE A FOUNDATION IN OFFENSE, ANGER, JUDGMENT AND THAT ALL ADDS UP TO A LACK OF ACCEPTANCE. I LIKE HEARING THE PHRASE: “IT IS WHAT IT IS” BECAUSE IT MEANS THAT INDIVIDUAL WHO SPEAKS IT HAS ACCEPTED AND MOVED ON. NOTHING IS MORE UNATTRACTIVE THAN LISTENING TO PEOPLE COMPLAIN ABOUT OTHERS NOT DOING “WHAT THEY SAY IS THE RIGHT THING”. BEFORE I GET TOO FAR OUT,,, THERE ARE SOME BASE AGREED UPON TRESPASSES COMMITTED BY MAN THAT MOST OF U...

HE THINKS EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE WILL ABANDON AND HUMILIATE HIM. HE PUSHES AWAY THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE IN CATASTROPHIZING ACCUSATIONS. HE WANTS TO DIE BECAUSE HE HATES HIS OWN WORDS AND ACTIONS. HE HAS LITTLE HOPE HE'LL CHANGE BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE. HE FEELS DESPERATELY ALONE, UNWANTED, INSIGNIFICANT AND UNCOMFORTABLE.   

WHAT CAN I DO FOR OTHERS TODAY ? WHAT DO I CONTRIBUTE?  WHO'S LIVES DO I ENRICH? HOW CAN MY TALENTS AND DEDICATION BENEFIT OTHERS? AM I SIMPLY LIVING TO SATISFY MY WANTS AND HANDLE MY NEEDS? WOULDN'T THAT BE A LIFE WASTED?  UNLESS SOME PEOPLE DERIVE PURPOSE AND MEANING FROM CONSUMING RESOURCES AND CHASING PLEASURE... I'M NOT LIKE THAT. I HAVE FOUND VALIDATION IN CONTRIBUTION AND MEANING THROUGH OTHER-CENTEREDNESS.ALL THE WHILE I SEE HOW THE NAGGING FLESH INSISTS ON BEING FIRST. IT IS A TRIUMPH OF THE WILL TO CENTER ON OTHERS AND IN DOING SO ,,, MAY YOU FIND YOUR CENTER. IT WILL DO YOU THE MOST GOOD. READ JOHN 15:5 for more... DO TELL...in the comments below

 THE HIGHER GROUND IS LONELY AND FEELS ALL WRONG. IT IS THE BEST WAY TO TAKE IT WON'T APPEAR WISE IN THE SECOND GUESSING. IT WILL PROVE BEST IN THE LONG RUN. EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT. 

1979 WAS A VERY PIVOTAL YEAR FOR MUSIC. THAT MAY BE SAID OF ANY YEAR BUT IN NO WAY CREDIBLE AS 79. . . DISCO WAS DYING FAST, PUNK ROCK WAS LIVING AND GROWING FAST AND NEW WAVE WAS EMERGING  (with borrowed disco sensibilities)... SOME OF THE ALL TIME GREATEST AND MOST SIGNIFICANT ALBUMS WERE RELEASED IN 1979. THE TOP 40 MEDIA DARLINGS WERE AIR SUPPLY,  GLORIA GAYNOR, PEACHES AND HERB. THEN THIS SHIFT STARTED CREEPING IN AND CAMPS WERE ESTABLISHED. YOU WERE EITHER A GOOD OLD ROCKER OR A PUNKER NEW WAVE DORK. THE FRINGE LISTENED TO AIR SUPPLY AND HAD NO CAMP. THE POLICE AND THE CARS WERE EXCELLENT "CROSSOVER" TYPE BANDS TO BRIDGE THE GAP BETWIXT ROCK N PUNK WAVE. BOTH MUTUALLY ACCEPTABLE TO THE WARRING FACTIONS. THEN A FEW BANDS GAVE US SOME ALBUMS THAT ARE UNCHALLENGED BY ANY AND REMAIN OBJECTS OF AUDIO WORSHIP TODAY. 1. =THE CLASH= LONDON CALLING 2. =THE PRETENDERS= PRETENDERS AND NOW THE REASON FOR THIS RETRO-REVIEW OF SORTS 3. =JOY DIVISION= UNKNOWN PLEASURES  THIS WAS N...

  A space can seem to contract and expand ,                                                         Be it by light or simple perspective ;   Affecting memory and change of mood,   Not always at ones directive And sometimes guests invite A certain hue of light ; A warmth or sensitivity : Something we share One could be a ghost , indeed .... Silently seeking clues : Of what transpired within these walls ... Or traced within the hues No sparks....only flecks of black Now flicker where once was light  The dimensions of this room ..... Expand into night --Zachary Christopher

Be Positive        Jo Anne Jones    Painter, Photog,, Assemblage Matthew Z. Zomick Photog, Poetry and Prose, Paint Zachary Christopher (Z C) ZC add something here n delete this LEXINGTON H. REYSON MORALES. - Puerto Rico Soundtracks, Guitar, Indy Film, Painter. Random pix

FLOODED WITH IMAGINATIONS FROM THE SORCERY OF USEAGE.  THE DEMONIC INFLUENCE - WHETHER ADMITTING OR NOT, HOLDS SWAY.  MIND ALTERING DRUGS OPEN THE DOOR SO AS TO DESTROY OR PLAY. IT WAS LIKE ANY OTHER NIGHT OF USEAGE. GETTING HIGH, SAME PEOPLE,  SAME EFFECT BUT I WAS GIVEN THIS SURREAL EXPERIENCE OF MY FUTURE. AN EVIL PROPHECY IN WHICH I NOW AM.: HELD SWAY. ON ACCIDENT, AND AS I GET ON, ON ACCIDENT I GO HOSPITAL.  I GO HOPSCOTCH.  SEEING YOUR IMAGE MY DEAR. ALL OVER HERE. IT'S EVERYWHERE!  ITS SWIRLING IN VERTIGO NASEAUOUS SPIN.  BLOOD!!! MY BLOOD!!! ALL OVER. THE WHITE SHEETS, CONTRAST ? OR JUXTAPOSITION! I JUST KNOW THIS IS MY BLOOD. I WISH I WAS HOME IN BED MY DEAR. TELLING YOU HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE.  ALL THESE YEARS LATER. BUT NO- I'M MUMBLING TO JESUS WITH TUBES DOWN MY THROAT. I'M GURGLING MY SINNER PLEAS... 4 YEARS LATER I HAVE A VERY SCOTTISH TARTAN BLANKET OVER MY LEGS. WHEELCHAIR PUSHED ALONG THE SHORE AT A DISTANCE, ON THE SI...

Remember that you have been saved so that the life of Jesus may be manifested within your body. Direct the total energy of your powers so that you may achieve everything that your election as a child of God is provided. Rise every time to whatever occasion may come your way. You did not do anything to achieve your salvation but you must do something to exhibit it. You must "work OUT your own salvation" which God has worked IN you already. Is your speech, your thinking and your emotions evidence that you are working out what has already been worked in.? Or are you still bitter and complaining? Bringing Him your demands as requests?  God is the master designer, and he allows adversities into your life to see if you can jump over them properly.  We're told in the book of Peter chapter 4 it says "beloved, do not think it strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you as though some strange thing is happening to you" Rise to the occasion, do what ...

SEE PIC FOR  "SULK FOR FUCK" entry. Painting   -BUREAU-  acrylic impasto/designers gouache

From the book: The Sick Raccoon Medicine by Lex Hoebel . . . Brandywine Publishing Swansea. Wales, UK THE GRASS STILL BENT WHERE THE BODIES ONCE LIED. CUT DEAD BY TONGUE, DEATH BY THE PARALELL OF A MEASURE WHICH IS,,, MINE. I'M FEARFUL AT DRAWING PARALELLS AND IT IS FEARFUL MORE TO LIE. THOSE FOREST DAYS, PROTECTED DAYS A LIFE DESIRED BY THOSE FACE DOWN IN THE GRASS. THEY WILL NOT HAVE IT. CAN NOT QUELL WHAT WAS ONCE, MINE. IDEAS SPELL THEMSELVES OUT. INNOCENSE (eschelons) THE DENSE FOG SMUDGING IN FROM THE COAST VAGUE RAINBOWS APPEAR GETTING MUDDLED AT MOST AND IT IS THOUGHT "UNWHOLESOME" TO THINK; HOW OUR EARTH REMAINS IN PLACES. BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAIN BEACH LAKE FORESTS STILL EXIST. THEY STILL EXIST AND NOT ONLY IN PICTURES. WE STAY HOME AND THE CHIMENEY CHOKES OUT BLACK SPEW PLUMES NOT UNDERSTOOD AS THEY WAFT LOW ACROSS THE NOSE OF THOSE LAID OUT IN THE GRASS. LIKE A MANNEQUIN YARD OF SALVAGE IT IS MY JUNKYARD !!! OF FETCHING FEFLLOWS AND SELF IMPORTANT WHORE...

I PICKED A HUGE HANDFUL OF DAISIES FROM A SUNNY FIELD THIS MORNING  I BOUND THEM WITH STRING INTO A BOQUET WATCHED THEM DECAY FOR  THREE WEEKS ON MY TABLE.  I'VE MISSED YOU...JJ 9/2020

YOU'LL NEED TO TAP THE PIC TO READ IT. 

 NOTHING TO HOLD ONTO  MY FAITH GIVES SWAY  BELLS RING FAINT IN THE WIND THE SAND SHIFTS. BLOWS AWAY SEABIRDS HAVE NOW GONE SILENT WAVES CRASH,,, THE ONLY SOUND PRAYERS ARE MUMBLED  THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN GOES DOWN.  LH/Righteous Creative 2020.

LIBERTIES I HAVE AFFORDED.  AFFORDED UNTO MYSELF I AM MY OWN PERSONAL BENEFACTOR.  WHO BETTER TO LOOK AFTER MY WEALTH? a fortune of pitiful crumbs AND RICHES ? HOWEVER PETTY OR QUEER,??THESE ARE GRANTED ME SELF ABSORBINGLY  HELD IN SHAME HELD CLOSE THESE ALLOWANCES  HELD DEAR... (c) 2002 =Righteous Creative=

So I started having these hangovers after very very Vivid very real dreams. They weren't hangovers like from drugs or alcohol. I woke up, and went about my business. I was doing my normal wake up Routine Morning things.  However, I was still in the dream. I was awake but awake and still in the dream. For instance I had a dream of my Arctic Beauty, B r y n j a.  Jo anne had drugged me knocked me out and take me on a boat for 3 days to Iceland. I awoke right as we were approaching Reykjavik Harbor. Just next to Kopavogur. At that point the boat had separated into two boats. It was festive on our ship. Like a booze cruise.  Fun fun and there were lights on the boat people were dressed well they had cocktails in their hands, there was music.  Jo Anne brought me to the hull of the boat. At that point I could tell one boat was headed back to United States - one boat was staying in Iceland. I looked at the other boat that had breached from our boat and become its own thing....

Because I'm because I'm doing this talk to type, there will be many typos. I really don't care at this point. So I've been having these hangover situations from my dreams. I wake up, I go about my business, yet I am still in the dream sequence. Not less than 4 days ago, I had a dream of my ex wife Heather. What a lovely sensual perfect person she is/was.  So I'm really unclear on what the dream was. Obviously I was in Idaho. I do recall being at our house that we owned. & I was on the side of the house and I was sawing some wood to make a fence for our Garden. That actually was a real thing I did do that.  Anyways here's the Wake up sequence... I WOKE AT HOME BUT WAS IN BOISE . I KNEW I WAS IN BOISE BUT WAS UNSURE WHO'S HOUSE I WAS AT.  I called Heather immediately and I told her hey I'm here until 6 p.m. that's one my flight leaves. No idea how I knew that but I knew I had til 6pm and it was 8am.  I asked her to come over she was ver...