This Picture picture depicts Alvin awaiting to slip into sweet alcoholic unconsciousness.
Brian Vincent
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Part one image idea
This Picture picture depicts Alvin awaiting to slip into sweet alcoholic unconsciousness.
Brian Vincent
Circles Cover Idea
The following picture I drew was a concept book cover for the project Circles.Enjoy,
Brian Vincent
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Circles : Part Nine :The driver
David sits quietly,
Next to her,
Breathing in,
The joys of ecstasy,
Not wanting to move,
Ignoring the phone,
his beeper,
the faint sounds,
of the night,
Holding her tightly,
around her waist,
he closes his eyes,
soon to awake,
to her arms around him,
Drifting softly into sleep,
the body warming,
he exposes his feet,
no longer wanting her,
he rolls over,
content,
to control his body heat,
Lights gradually criss-cross,
form patterns,
a hand,
reaches for his body,
Suddenly awakened,
he realizes his partner,
has entered the room,
Davids hand,
caught in the cookie jar,
his partners girl,
laying next to him,
"What the fuck is going on?",
his roommate asked,
David tried to think,
to come up,
with a decent excuse,
He could only think,
when he was younger,
When his mother,
would catch him,
Sneaking a cookie,
right before dinner,
Oh that cookie,
it turned into my monster,
"I'm sorry dude,
I don't know what to say,"
"Well get dress,
this isn't over,
but we have a emergency,
a 390d,"
To part 8.5 or To Part 10
Next to her,
Breathing in,
The joys of ecstasy,
Not wanting to move,
Ignoring the phone,
his beeper,
the faint sounds,
of the night,
Holding her tightly,
around her waist,
he closes his eyes,
soon to awake,
to her arms around him,
Drifting softly into sleep,
the body warming,
he exposes his feet,
no longer wanting her,
he rolls over,
content,
to control his body heat,
Lights gradually criss-cross,
form patterns,
a hand,
reaches for his body,
Suddenly awakened,
he realizes his partner,
has entered the room,
Davids hand,
caught in the cookie jar,
his partners girl,
laying next to him,
"What the fuck is going on?",
his roommate asked,
David tried to think,
to come up,
with a decent excuse,
He could only think,
when he was younger,
When his mother,
would catch him,
Sneaking a cookie,
right before dinner,
Oh that cookie,
it turned into my monster,
"I'm sorry dude,
I don't know what to say,"
"Well get dress,
this isn't over,
but we have a emergency,
a 390d,"
To part 8.5 or To Part 10
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Circles: Part Eight : The Mountains Hideout
Litter the sky,
Periodically allowing,
The sun,
To break through,
Casts the easterly shadows,
Causing our darkened imprints,
To follow our footsteps,
Gazing a far,
The Meandering Trail,
A maple,
A oak,
A walnut,
A birch,
The Meandering Trail,
A maple,
A oak,
A walnut,
A birch,
Randomly placed,
Across mountain sides,
Stripped of colors,
Persephone’s curse,
Across mountain sides,
Stripped of colors,
Persephone’s curse,
A lone evergreen,
Greets our passing,
Blocking wildly,
The northerly chill,
Greets our passing,
Blocking wildly,
The northerly chill,
Rattles of metal,
Rhythmically follow,
The beat of the drum,
Marching towards,
Charles hideout,
Rhythmically follow,
The beat of the drum,
Marching towards,
Charles hideout,
Setting out camp,
We plan our assault,
On A lone complex,
On the distant hill,
We plan our assault,
On A lone complex,
On the distant hill,
We’ll pass through the gate,
At 19 hundred,
Clear the building,
Room by room,
At 19 hundred,
Clear the building,
Room by room,
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Circles: Part Seven: Dressed in White
His words radiated in my head,
He could save me,
but not my race?
I think,
Why am I so special for this privileged honor?
I take his hand,
he helps me to my feet,
but,
the others charge,
Are they blinded,
or choose not to see,
the man next to me?
Now Standing alone,
in empty space,
I realize he sees something,
glaring in my direction.
I act dumb,
look around,
befuddled by his acute attention,
I ask,
"what do i owe for this special visit?"
he smiles,
remains silent,
pinching nerves inside my brain.
I already know that I'm special,
I know I'm better then this,
But to forget these men,
that's just not my style.
"You can show me a better life,
away from this place,
asking only for my obedience,
but then again,
I'm not your dog"
"You sir,
Gave up on me,
Like you gave up on all these men,
that's why you created this place,
that's why these seven gates exist"
"My salvation,
is not with you,
its conquering you,
your wasteful ideology,
your talk of redemption,
which slips through your fingers when we pass"
"Maybe that's why I'm here,
Because you don't want to be reminded your wrong,
That these people can be saved,
they're good people,
who don't worship you,
hand or foot."
"What you are doing is inexcusable,
and when we meet again,
i hope you take my hand,
and help,
not shun."
Nodding,
disappointed,
he points to a path in the distance.
Clutching the cloth in my hand,
i throw it toward my men,
Their eyes glow with hope,
I guide our decent,
down the slope,
through the trails,
of exile.
To Part 6 or To Part 8
He could save me,
but not my race?
I think,
Why am I so special for this privileged honor?
I take his hand,
he helps me to my feet,
but,
the others charge,
Are they blinded,
or choose not to see,
the man next to me?
Now Standing alone,
in empty space,
I realize he sees something,
glaring in my direction.
I act dumb,
look around,
befuddled by his acute attention,
I ask,
"what do i owe for this special visit?"
he smiles,
remains silent,
pinching nerves inside my brain.
I already know that I'm special,
I know I'm better then this,
But to forget these men,
that's just not my style.
"You can show me a better life,
away from this place,
asking only for my obedience,
but then again,
I'm not your dog"
"You sir,
Gave up on me,
Like you gave up on all these men,
that's why you created this place,
that's why these seven gates exist"
"My salvation,
is not with you,
its conquering you,
your wasteful ideology,
your talk of redemption,
which slips through your fingers when we pass"
"Maybe that's why I'm here,
Because you don't want to be reminded your wrong,
That these people can be saved,
they're good people,
who don't worship you,
hand or foot."
"What you are doing is inexcusable,
and when we meet again,
i hope you take my hand,
and help,
not shun."
Nodding,
disappointed,
he points to a path in the distance.
Clutching the cloth in my hand,
i throw it toward my men,
Their eyes glow with hope,
I guide our decent,
down the slope,
through the trails,
of exile.
To Part 6 or To Part 8
Monday, February 05, 2007
Circles: Part Six: Battlegrounds
Author Note: This is a combination of storyline between circles 4 and 5. so it would be wise to re-read those parts to understand how we are traveling through Alvin's mind. Also I enjoy the view of two story lines, one in the real world, and one inside the consciousness of Alvin. Its getting increasingly difficult to continue onward because periodically I now have urges to go back an develop the story a little more, but i feel i need to continue moving and not get too concentrated on one particular area yet.
The sky,
Its caving in.
Upon my impact,
a crater,
I must Climb,
The swirl,
of Browns,
and Blues,
My head,
piercing,
form blurred light.
Bones broken,
groans sounded,
laying helpless.
The sky changes, clouds roll in from the west, and moisture hits the oppostie side of the field.
My hand lay,
outward,
a mace,
a shield.
Across the field,
a hand,
reaching,
out of their hole.
A silence , watching across the field, as hundreds repeated our steps.
The heart beats,
The minds race,
And the body full fills our actions.
The voices of panic,
our leaders,
Took control,
Irrational thoughts,
they,
lead the charge.
Our footsteps,
softened,
by the wet earth.
A look of puzzlement,
of horror,
from our opponets.
Why do we play heavy metal music?
Their last thoughts,
before the slaughter.
I place,
my mace,
in a face.
Chunks of flesh,
I wipe,
with my finger.
Their thoughts,
still linger.
We congratulate,
take pride,
our victory.
Hundreds of victims are perished in our wake,
What a view,
the sky turns pink,
we set our camp,
across a lake.
The fires burn,
We toast
to glory,
victory,
our honor.
But wait..
What's that music?
Heavy metal?
I turn,
to see them,
charging in,
My eyes widened,
A beacon for their sword,
Jab,
Slash,
Cut,
Thrust,
These motions impacting my body,
As fast as they came,
they were gone,
Vanished among the stars,
The light fading,
from our eyes,
and the cold seeping in,
I say my prayers
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
the land replenishes our bodies.
Where flesh once was,
dust took its place,
and then we race,
Finding the villains,
and destroying them again,
Wiping the dust from my mace,
They counter attacked,
We attacked back,
slaughtering each other,
until the earth took hold of our bodies.
No longer resembling our selves but still filled with vengeance we attacked again,
Thousands of times,
across the field,
and back,
My hand laid,
once more awaiting the earth.
alas it found,
finding a cloth,
pure white,
I wipe my face,
my body,
the flesh returns,
I glance upward,
see a man,
bearded,
glowing,
and white,
The words he spoke,
Come my child,
away from this place,
I can help you,
but not this race.
To Part 5 or To Part7
The sky,
Its caving in.
Upon my impact,
a crater,
I must Climb,
The swirl,
of Browns,
and Blues,
My head,
piercing,
form blurred light.
Bones broken,
groans sounded,
laying helpless.
The sky changes, clouds roll in from the west, and moisture hits the oppostie side of the field.
My hand lay,
outward,
a mace,
a shield.
Across the field,
a hand,
reaching,
out of their hole.
A silence , watching across the field, as hundreds repeated our steps.
The heart beats,
The minds race,
And the body full fills our actions.
The voices of panic,
our leaders,
Took control,
Irrational thoughts,
they,
lead the charge.
Our footsteps,
softened,
by the wet earth.
A look of puzzlement,
of horror,
from our opponets.
Why do we play heavy metal music?
Their last thoughts,
before the slaughter.
I place,
my mace,
in a face.
Chunks of flesh,
I wipe,
with my finger.
Their thoughts,
still linger.
We congratulate,
take pride,
our victory.
Hundreds of victims are perished in our wake,
What a view,
the sky turns pink,
we set our camp,
across a lake.
The fires burn,
We toast
to glory,
victory,
our honor.
But wait..
What's that music?
Heavy metal?
I turn,
to see them,
charging in,
My eyes widened,
A beacon for their sword,
Jab,
Slash,
Cut,
Thrust,
These motions impacting my body,
As fast as they came,
they were gone,
Vanished among the stars,
The light fading,
from our eyes,
and the cold seeping in,
I say my prayers
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
the land replenishes our bodies.
Where flesh once was,
dust took its place,
and then we race,
Finding the villains,
and destroying them again,
Wiping the dust from my mace,
They counter attacked,
We attacked back,
slaughtering each other,
until the earth took hold of our bodies.
No longer resembling our selves but still filled with vengeance we attacked again,
Thousands of times,
across the field,
and back,
My hand laid,
once more awaiting the earth.
alas it found,
finding a cloth,
pure white,
I wipe my face,
my body,
the flesh returns,
I glance upward,
see a man,
bearded,
glowing,
and white,
The words he spoke,
Come my child,
away from this place,
I can help you,
but not this race.
To Part 5 or To Part7
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