Moraldom

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Moraldom

Wrap me in white and send me along,
away to a place where there’s no rules

Rock me steady on a hollow log
listen for my beats, while I drift along

Gift me your love while in white I dream
but what I want is to be alone, I suppose

watch as everything escapes from your scheme
but please oh please let my lover of prose

Sing until I’m a blooming rose.

 

-Saschia Johnson

 

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Photography- Morality Project

Goth Tessa Dana Chris

Photography/Editing: James Futrell

Hair: Melissa Payne

Makeup/Creative Director: Saschia Johnson

Models: Tessa Dipallina and Christine Talamayan

 

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Wanna read more? Here’s another great piece from our Morality Collection by Geoff Blanchette

 

Gracie at the Siege of Troy

Gracie at the Siege of Troy
By: Geoff Blanchett

Upon the battered shores of Troy
did Gracie arise
from the lapping waves.

As the armies of Agamemmnon charged
the walls, Gracie followed
in their wake, the marks of
her claws in the sand
the only trace of her path,
her triangular head
split wide in a grin,
her tongue lolling
almost to the sand,
her eyes bright
and eager.

She came upon
the fallen bulk of Achilles
face down in a pool
of seafoam and blood,
his last drops of life
leaching away
from the shattered remnants
of his foot.

Any true-hearted warrior would
have ended his misery,

but Gracie
was meant
for other tasks.

So she galloped away
into the billowing steams
of war,

and there, on a nearby dune,
mighty Hector
loomed over
the beaten Petrochalus,
his sword raised
for the kill.

One with hatred,
Or at least righteous fury,
in her heart might have come
to the boy’s defense,
and struck out with crushing blows
opposing the bullying hulk,

but Gracie
was lost in other thoughts,
and she passed on,

loping along the shoreline,
where the Trojan
and Mycaenean blood

was beginning to mingle
in rivulets
of bitter wine,
and the screams
of the dying
mingled with the ravenous squawks
of circling gulls.

At last,
with the city gates
looming above her,
Gracie caught sight of her quarry.

She let loose
a howl of joy and,
as her grin enveloped her,
dashed off in pursuit,

as just beyond her reach,
cowardly Paris
ran for his life, howling
to his gods for mercy

as Gracie’s hot breath
cleaned the sand
off his untouched heels.

 

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Geoff Blanchette is a writer and actor based in Westerly, RI

 

I Want It All

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Sitting in my cardboard box room
Only small coin in my hand
Flip on the tube, there’s happy people
Living well across the land
Got bright smiles and new clothing
Spending money just for fun
Why should they have all the pleasure
Why not let me dance in the sun

I want it all
I want it all and then some
I want it all
I want it all for myself

I work my fingers to the marrow
I don’t complain, do what I’m told
But every week my check keeps shrinking
While suits upstairs rake in the gold
I don’t wish bad on anybody
That’s what I’d say if you would ask
But in my heart I know I’m lying
I’m plotting out a darker task

I got a plan to get my share now
Gonna keep it short and sweet
I’m gonna make a revolution
And crush the pigs beneath my feet
Put all their money in a pile
I’ll swim in it like Scrooge McDuck
And when the poor creeps come round begging
Laugh in their face, won’t give a fuck

I want it all
I want it all and then some
I want it all
I want it all for myself
Geoff Blanchette is a writer and actor based in Westerly, RI  You can find more of his writings here Notes from a summer of discontent 

 

Paul Gauguin

Eugène Henri Paul Gauguin was a French post-Impressionist artist. Gauguin is now recognized for his experimental use of color and Synthetist style that were distinctly different from Impressionism.

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Paul Gauguin’s The Seed of the Areoi via google

We never really know what stupidity is until we have experimented on ourselves.
-Paul Gauguin

Going off the well trodden path is much harder than people say. He also said,

In art, all who have done something other than their predecessors have merited the epithet of revolutionary; and it is they alone who are masters.

One of our greatest painters feels anyone who does something different is a master. I think I might have to take him up on that challenge. Keeping in mind that while experimentation is exciting and important, it’s also important for me to hang onto my own voice and those little gems that are part of my story. I’d rather have something new that’s genuine than something that’s experimental and fake.

 

the drain sings lovely -Morality Collection

 

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some of us lose all the time
time after time
until our true colours have bled out
and we start to see things in black and white
question on which side our shadows cuddle light
which sun offers up a tanned braising against a weak pale puffed burning
eagerly the skin turns to paper
and we’re unsure if we can capture enough words
before we become curling ashes in our pyres
for some of us, art is the air we breathe daily, until we drown ourselves in the bathtubs of our failed accomplishments
the drain sings lovely songs
bubble babble trickle symphony sung in the voices of those held dearest
in places where physically none are held anymore
these empty arms and trembling hands remember the way we painted each other
stroke by stroke, our brushes one anothers blushes
crimson your cheeks
raw-red from the joy-cry of understood and accepted
and named true
with words lovingly whispered through actions unspoken.

Written by: Michael Morlock, a father, artist, and time traveler from New England. You can find him @themancalledmorlock on Instagram

 

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I Want It All -Morality Collection

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Sitting in my cardboard box room
Only small coin in my hand
Flip on the tube, there’s happy people
Living well across the land
Got bright smiles and new clothing
Spending money just for fun
Why should they have all the pleasure
Why not let me dance in the sun

I want it all
I want it all and then some
I want it all
I want it all for myself

I work my fingers to the marrow
I don’t complain, do what I’m told
But every week my check keeps shrinking
While suits upstairs rake in the gold
I don’t wish bad on anybody
That’s what I’d say if you would ask
But in my heart I know I’m lying
I’m plotting out a darker task

I got a plan to get my share now
Gonna keep it short and sweet
I’m gonna make a revolution
And crush the pigs beneath my feet
Put all their money in a pile
I’ll swim in it like Scrooge McDuck
And when the poor creeps come round begging
Laugh in their face, won’t give a fuck

I want it all
I want it all and then some
I want it all
I want it all for myself
Geoff Blanchette is a writer and actor based in Westerly, RI  You can find more of his writings here Notes from a summer of discontent 

 

 

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Geoff Blanchett

Gracie at the Siege of Troy

Upon the battered shores of Troy
did Gracie arise
from the lapping waves.

As the armies of Agamemmnon charged
the walls, Gracie followed
in their wake, the marks of
her claws in the sand
the only trace of her path,
her triangular head
split wide in a grin,
her tongue lolling
almost to the sand,
her eyes bright
and eager.

She came upon
the fallen bulk of Achilles
face down in a pool
of seafoam and blood,
his last drops of life
leaching away
from the shattered remnants
of his foot.

Any true-hearted warrior would
have ended his misery,

but Gracie
was meant
for other tasks.

So she galloped away
into the billowing steams
of war,

and there, on a nearby dune,
mighty Hector
loomed over
the beaten Petrochalus,
his sword raised
for the kill.

One with hatred,
Or at least righteous fury,
in her heart might have come
to the boy’s defense,
and struck out with crushing blows
opposing the bullying hulk,

but Gracie
was lost in other thoughts,
and she passed on,

loping along the shoreline,
where the Trojan
and Mycaenean blood

was beginning to mingle
in rivulets
of bitter wine,
and the screams
of the dying
mingled with the ravenous squawks
of circling gulls.

At last,
with the city gates
looming above her,
Gracie caught sight of her quarry.

She let loose
a howl of joy and,
as her grin enveloped her,
dashed off in pursuit,

as just beyond her reach,
cowardly Paris
ran for his life, howling
to his gods for mercy

as Gracie’s hot breath
cleaned the sand
off his untouched heels.

 

sand-181273_1280

 

Geoff Blanchette is a writer and actor based in Westerly, RI

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Saschia Johnson- Morality Collection

Saschia Moraldom

Moraldom

Wrap me in white and send me along,
away to a place where there’s no rules

Rock me steady on a hollow log
listen for my beats, while I drift along

Gift me your love while in white I dream
but what I want is to be alone, I suppose

watch as everything escapes from your scheme
but please oh please let my lover of prose

Sing until I’m a blooming rose.

Saschia Johnson -Creator from Southeastern Connecticut

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Toni Williams -Morality Collection

Toni Williams- on morality

“I define morality by God’s written word.
Luckily God makes it plain
so that we are without excuse.
In fact God lists bad behavior
out in Romans 1:29-32.
Romans 2:1 states we have no excuse.”

-Toni Williams raised catholic, married a Protestant, go to any church that preaches and teaches Jesus Christ is Lord.

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