Ben Heine Art and Music Blog: Poem

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Here is a 20 minutes original progressive house composition I have been working on since last month. I created and edited all the sounds you hear in this composition. Next steps for me: Add singing vocals and spend more time for the mastering process of my future tracks. I hope you'll like this. Made in Ableton Live 8. If you wish you can hear a short version (8 minutes selection) here below.

And here are the lyrics I wrote for this composition (you can hear them in the long version), they are actually read by a computer generated voice. I'll soon be working with singers to get nicer results. Coming soon. Thanks for listening.

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ELIXIR/EQUATION

There is a mathematic system,
Which reveals the mystery of creation.
There is a spiritual equation,
Explaining the enigma of imagination.

There is an arithmetic treasure,
Which gathers all the philosophies.
There is a cadence of numbers,
Decoding the biggest secrets.

There is a divine intelligence,
Capable of transforming elements.
There is a powerful matrix,
Made of ideas and concepts.

And finally, there is love,
Independent from the system,
Independent from time and space,
A magic entity. The meaning of life.

© 2012 - Ben Heine

Lady
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Love's prisoner... Quick study
for a project I'm working on.
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Pull Me to Your Heart
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A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Pull me to your heart
...From love that’s inside
Morning where feeling start
As the clouds away glide
This is every dream
In between our lines
Where love like sun seem
In everyday sunshine’s

Like a robe you are
Wonderment of feeling
Flickering dream star
All my heart you are stealing
Put my touch to you
In as you where before
Pull my love there thru
To your daydreams shore

Pull me to your dream
Where reality is not
And shadows all faraway seem
In our own vision’s spot
So much is gone of past
Like our stars falling
Let those dreams be colorfast
As they were before calling

I'll Never Forget You
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(See it on Flickr)

A picture I took in a parc in Brussels a few days ago. I know, it's
quite a strange title for such an image. It is dedicated to someone.

Spirit of the Meadow
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I've captured this moment near Thenon in France

The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10,
which has been provided to me by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd.
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Carpe Diem

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

O beautiful you in garden's heart
From point where tomorrow shall start
Playfully giving and receiving
In all this of going amending
Lasting futures impending
When flowers seeds are reviving

The love that comes into night
And sets out its feelings on flight
Where garden roses are true:
In each their approval and lore --
When love gives to become more
Of all that is to renew

Belgacom Towers
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A reflection of the Belgacom Towers located in Brussels.
The buildings take their name from the leading telecommunications
company. They are among the tallest skyscrapers in Belgium.
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Canal of Brussels
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One of the oldest navigable canals in Belgium and in Europe.
Construction work began in 1550 and lasted until 1561.
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Enjoying the Moment
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Peaceful moment in the gardens of
"Le Mont des Arts", a famous Belgian place...
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Enjoying the Moment

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Enjoying the moment
In its day by going day
Their feature and foment
That’s coming the way
With sunshine spirits on
And touching a while
Until it’s again gone
With its summer smile

Like breeze in the alley
Among dreams going by
Of an urban dillydally
Under blue open sky
Contacts thru moments
Those feelings do employ
In picturesque fragments
Of buoyancy to enjoy

Listen to the fussing
Of people walking near
Some of it’s quite buzzing
Inside the close-by ear
As days go here about
Thru the lively street
Surrounded by turnout
In latest gladness beat
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The above photos have been shot with the Samsung NX10, which
has been provided to me by Samsung Digital Imaging Co., Ltd.

I've taken these photos 2 days ago in Brussels.
More photos from my city.

Pencil Vs Camera 1, 2, 3
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This is sort of experimental. I'll be posting more
crazy creations in this style in the coming days/weeks.

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Reality and Unreality

By Peter S. Quinn

Reality and unreality
It made me laugh
To be or not to be
Are the times epigraph

Everything you might see
Could be a sketch rough
Comprehending its duality
Is the world a bluff?

Endurance in durability
Wishes of arty autograph
On to each its infinity
Draw and photo half to half

© 2010 - Ben Heine

You and I
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I took this photo 2 days ago in Braives, Belgium

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You and I

By Peter S. Quinn

You and I in spring first
Green rising high to new...
Flowing in gradation burst
Strength rechargeable thru
Each our while is beautiful
Bringing enjoyment to days
Gone are the moment’s dull
Those were in winter haze

You and I close to touch
Everything comes now easily
With the breeze inasmuch
As freshness comes breezily
Its ‘love me or love me not’
Till petals have been plucked
There is rarely aforethought
If feelings are misinstruct

You and I thru the breeze
Each day and in dusky black
So close beneath the trees
Cause spring is on the almanac
Bringing near to closer still
As life nurtures our foliages
Field flowers and on the hill
Air and rain acknowledges

© 2010 - Ben Heine

2 Sides

I took this photo of a broken sculpture a few days ago

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Black Angels

By Peter S. Quinn

In time and space,
Black angels
Shall find their ways.
There is this other you
Who lies inside and hide
You know of this too
Always in the night.
Black angels
Strong and wild,
Black angels
Never mild.
Sleeping in the days
When the sky is blue,
Then they show their face
When darkness comes through.
Black angels
Falling sin,
Black angels
All within.

© 2010 - Ben Heine

Together

Sache

Par Ben Heine

Au lever du jour coule une larme,
Une de ces larmes versée pour une femme,
Une de ces femmes qui rayonne comme une fleur.
Et sans elle mon chagrin demeure.

Je pourrais sombrer
Ou alors m'éloigner,
Mais je l'aime ma belle,
Le futur nous appelle.

C'est le souffle de l'amour,
Un flux, un va et vient,
Un cycle, une chanson, un refrain.
Ensemble pour toujours.

Something Strange

A view of Brussels from my Balcony
with a slight manipulation :)
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I wrote the following poem in 2003,
it's only available in French, sorry about that...
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Mégapole

Par Ben Heine

Des rayons de verre et d'acier m'aveuglent,
Des reflets hurlent et transpercent l'horizon.
Des cubes de toutes dimensions s'élèvent.
Pas de verdure au pied de ces temples modernes.

Un vent de matière inerte surgit.
Je marche sur le sol sombre.
Cherchant une voie dans l'espace,
Près de ces masses qui m'enlacent.

Puis un soleil brûlant soudain scintille.
Une joie intense m'irradie,
Et brise la mélancolie citadine,
J'ai envie de sourire à la vie.

Loneliness

A picture from Kenya.

Ben by Other Artists

Ben Heine by Menekse, Turkish artist

Ben Heine by Bacsa, Hungarian artist.

Ben Heine by Zed, Croatian artist

Also this very nice poem my soulmate
Peter S. Quinn made for me:
.Through the Sweetness
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By Peter S. Quinn
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Through the sweetness of your smile
There is love in every beat
Doesn’t matter what is your style
In its inner most of treat
Feeling changes in what is real
Healing time close and near
You are everything that I did feel
Through emotions they did steer

Inside aching from the changes
Of pretending not to care
Tomorrow an opportunity rearranges
Of all clearances be aware
Time is precious through our waking
With so much to do and like
Never get enough in your making
When fate your beat will strike

Love is climbing through the sky
Every morning when you awake
From the low you will reach on high
With something better in the stake
Open wide like the opening books
You will find what you are looking for
In their prospects and their outlooks
In their layers and fresh metaphor

Through the sweetness of your smile
There is love in every beat
Doesn’t matter what is your style
In its inner most of treat
From the freshness of your inside
Where love pages open up wide
And your feelings are forever a guide
Through the days your emotions glide

You are love to find and give
With the dreams that go on by
Every waking up to again relive
In your realization out and try
Through moments that haven’t had enough
In their search and dialogue feel
When they start to become rough
In your hours that are for real

Love is climbing through the sky
Every morning when you awake
From the low you will reach on high
With something better in the stake
You are love with day and night
Turning on in the set off morning
Everything that the day shall light
Through its ways and in its yearning

Through the sweetness of your smile
There is love in every beat
Doesn’t matter what is your style
In its inner most of treat
Of coming hours and in their go
So much is still there to be seen
Anything that our differences know
And still lies there in between
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Peter also made this nice melody
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Thank you all!

The Childhood He Has

Never Known
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Childhood

By Michael Jackson

Have you seen my childhood?
I’m searching for the world that I come from
’cause I’ve been looking around
In the lost and found of my heart...
No one understands me
They view it as such strange eccentricities...
’cause I keep kidding around
Like a child, but pardon me...

People say I’m not okay
’cause I love such elementary things...
It’s been my fate to compensate,
For the childhood
I’ve never known...

Have you seen my childhood?
I’m searching for that wonder in my youth
Like pirates in adventurous dreams,
Of conquest and kings on the throne...

Before you judge me, try hard to love me,
Look within your heart then ask,
Have you seen my childhood?

People say I’m strange that way
’cause I love such elementary things,
It’s been my fate to compensate,
For the childhood I’ve never known...

Have you seen my childhood?
I’m searching for that wonder in my youth
Like fantastical stories to share
The dreams I would dare, watch me fly...

Before you judge me, try hard to love me.
The painful youth I’ve had

Have you seen my childhood...

Detail
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Detail
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Please, don't miss
my other M J portraits:
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M J - Heal the world

M J - INVINCIBLE

M J - Text Portrait
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Ben's Benz
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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Yes! That's my Benz! I took this pic in France recently :)
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It's a Speed
Life's Game

By Peter S. Quinn

Each love is like racing cars,
Driving through the final line;
Wounds from losing - all its scars,
Shiver up your spine.

You, the driver of speed car,
Formulates through the years;
Rotten deals with feelings are,
Making clouds from tears.

Take the car and steer it well,
To lives fortunes and each fame;
You could likewise drive to hell,
It's a speed life's game.
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Mute

Silences, Alone

By Peter S. Quinn

A silence comes within us all,
When we with darkness again fall;
A shadow creeping softly stays,
And show its vision many ways.
Everything my brain still knows,
Step by step into silences goes;
Dreams and feelings down it break’s,
Away my visions all it takes.

When I am alone and streets I walk,
Silences to me softly talk;
About the heart that was here before,
But is now gone for ever more.

A lonesome soul just only knows,
The restless silence that never goes;
Sharp and shining like a razor blade,
A forgotten love song now too late.
That echoed once from heart to heart,
With promises to never depart;
But now lies resting on its own,
Like silences that are still alone.
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Breathing Art
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Photomontage by Stoff

Breathing Art Again

By Mark Prime

Ceaselessly giving.
Art opens inward
The generous spirit of the heart.

Art widens the eyes,
The soul,
Then seeks you within it.

Rigid and hot,
It needs freedom, faith
To consider where it’s taken you,

Like dipping your mind’s brush
Into the cleansing water,
Thoughts swim, breathing like fish.

Now given to, submerged,
Bathed in the shape of it,
What wrangles your soul?

If you find your breath full...
Think not of the artist’s truth,
Think but of your own;

Spirit and the heart of hope
Weep
And question why…

© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman

Thank you guys, that was
a great birthday gift! :)

Summer Time

Dream Dream Away!

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dream dream away tonight
With each song that feels right
Some bouquets are in your mind
And other's in reality you'll find
Keep them and grow them more
Some of them pictures will lore
Daydreaming going to dreams
The image of uncertainty deems

Spin through clutter and rainbow
Everything that's shining the day
Fill every thought with a wow
Come what should and what may
Tumbling down to new summer
Feeling the warms in its hands
Finding the blossoms newcomer
Each in its field and marshlands

Dream dream away to the bright
Morning that comes after night
Filling the air with its perfume
From every summer bed's bloom

Relaxing On The Grass
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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A picture I took around Oxford in England
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Engaging
Hands of
Earth

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Engaging hands of earth - you touch us still
Around and round in every transparent dream
Each bleaching falling glisten in quietness seem
Dear sweet autumn that my yearnings fulfill
Your smooth earthen mixture of shadings to thrill
With stars in your hair of yellow brown stream
Summer of gold is now leaving in gleam
Giving to dim every song in its skill

Withering dark to the changing grass confer
With ground tincturing that dresses the leaves
In the placid of days that are going by
Now is the time of full harvesting year
Just before tomorrow comes in with grieves:
Crack of dawn calm and the red clouded sky
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Get On Through

Always Be a
Beginner to See

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

You, always be a beginner to see
The runaway in motions close from you
The street's not empty if there is a tree
Shadowing your footsteps from the sky blue
Each of your moments is nearly not fed
Like rain bowing colours in cyberspace
The prism of few: yellow, purple, blue, red
Coming and visiting each of your place
Come see a few pictures there in your mind
Experience passing longitude in line
If I'm not wrong and you're not colour-blind
It's hard all those shades clearly to define
Closed book gets open a guide to the way
How you each moment meet with a new day.
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Lost Girafe on the Highway
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Daydreaming Is
Often Bad

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Daydreaming is often bad
Getting you nowhere at time
Living with once that you had
When it was early and prime

With every move and sensation
Giving you much to think
Love in its much tarnation
Into each catch like a blink

Riding on clouds to the far
Into the beguiled of their dark
Knowing sometimes what you are
Before on journeys you embark

When there's time just to know
What it is that you give me?
In every up and air blow
When we on dreams ride free

And if we are lost by a heart
In darker moments than some
Knowing when again then to start
To bring back where good is from

When we dream much of it
It isn't going to hurt us so much
We shall have time then to quit
Before it ever becomes to be such