The last few weeks I've been inviting two different kinds of artistic mediums to join the Kaboom Collaborations. These talents are; literary, and music. Each of the mediums have a connection to one another.
Starting with photography being the layers on the canvas, the illustrations and graphics are mixed in to exaggerate the content, the short story and poetry extract the two, and the music puts it all back together as a whole on a different level. Of course all of these elements needs to be on the same plane to act as one, but in multiple sections, for one can increase their own dosage of emotions. The pack will allow them to.
It has begun. The start of the expansion allow a full ride if you will to the structure of a complex body of work, because it will take a lifetime to dissect every inch of the humanistic. After all, every good piece of art is just about that. However, instead of waiting for the end, we sealed it by dividing the works into Chronological order. The 1st being "The Great Bloom".
I would like to introduce few of the very first literary additions to the Kaboom Collaborations.
Kaboom - XIV - Poetry
Seedling
Just a tiny seed
Lost in a grove
Struggling to grow
In a malevolent earth
Watch it falter
Watch it cry
Watch it despair
Watch it try
Roots timidly grasp
Onto ‘friendly’ limbs
Only to be cut off
And restart the cycle
“You’re just a seed.”
“You’ll never become a tree.”
“You’re not good enough.”
“You’re going against our rules.”
Break the cycle
Loose the chain
Fight the oppressors
Find your place
Regain the thoughts, hopes
And dreams you once had
Before the horrors
Broke your mind and will.
Once your dreams are
Imbedded in your heart
Not a single soul can
Whisk them away.
No longer a seedling
Nor naive follower
Striving in the bright sun
Reaping all your dreams.
- by a-fiery-boom
"Seedling" Poetry by:
a-fiery-boom
Kaboom - X - Poetry
[The Silent Guard]
I’ve seen so many eyes in every size
slowly rest upon me
From everywhere they come and stare
and wonder how this could be
My heart so swells for I wish to tell
but cannot, unfortunately
Though most don’t know, what they behold
is the utmost of penalties
In such primordial time as mine
I plotted what others could not
to speak for Earth from deep within
and guard it peacefully
but the effect of dissent usually meant
a harrowing eternity
and because statutes were absolute
there was no exception with me
Esteem you should, for this aging wood
is where I’ve come to be
The colors may fade, but I will remain
gazing but placidly
You’ll come to find I’ll live in your mind
long after you turn to leave
The passive unblind, remember my kind,
the voice of the crying trees
I am Dryad.
-Mellissa Thomas (KilikaMel)
"The Silent Guard" Poetry by:
KilikaMel
Kaboom - XII - Poetry
Hear Me
hear me
as time colludes with your decision
past the point of swift revision
in the ambit of perdition
hear me
on this eventual occasion
when naught is left but dour persuasion
past the point of instigation
tell me
what will be your resolution
if my plea meets dissolution
and barren obscures this confusion
save us
from this dire transmutation
before the callous castigation
and any further tribulation
know that
if you heed not this premonition
then kismet in all its precision
will sanction our permanent partition
save us...
~KilikaMel
"Hear Me" Poetry by:
KilikaMel
Kaboom - XIX - Short Story
The Queen’s Consort
By Talia-Vin
I stand amongst the carnage that surrounds me. I am silent as I gaze at the wreckage around me, blood dripping from my wounds, from my weapons, gushing from the corpses that litter the field and town and destroyed buildings and layer the streets. It has been a slaughter.
And I loved it, every minute, hour, day. I love the yelling and shouting, the screams of the injured, the groans of the dieing, the sounds of steel clashing against steel, the quick draw of sword against sheath, the thunks of arrows finding their marks, embedded deep in the flesh of the enemy. I love the smells of smoke and sweat and blood and fire, love the battle cries and curses and grunts of man pitted against man, locked in the primeval struggle for power and survival and supremacy. I love the fury of a burning inferno, the flash of metal flying through the air, the fleeting glimpse of an arrow, the
"The Queen’s Consort" Short Story by:
talia-vinThe stories are engaging, as well as the poems. Go get a cup of tea/coffee and enjoy them.
This art project itself is not an art group. Artists come to collaborate and they leave, few stayed for more. It is set up this way to have connection to life; we come and go and what we contribute to this world will have an effect thereafter, for both short and long term. The collection continue to grow, with the contribution of many great talents (hand selected) around the globe.
In a week I am releasing the 2nd Chronicle "The Dark Days" online, just the visuals. The writing and music comes soon after, especially the music because it needs production time.
We all thank you for the support. More to come...
Tuan (Mr. Kaboom)
Photographer / Project Director
