Writing

The power of words has never been more important in our times, and the ability to convey what you want while doing so in a way that people find enjoyable, is an invaluable gift that will make a huge difference in ones success.

Books

UPCOMING BOOK SERIES:
RESONANCE BORN

March 1, 2022

The Resonance Born Series goes deep into the greatest and most compelling myths, legends, and conspiracies of all human history, extrapolating them into a unbelievable tale on a universal scale. The series follows a group of people connected across the far reaches of time and space, who were all intimately involved in actions that forever altered the history of the universe. The books all focus on the effects of right vs wrong action, extending outward from the very beginnings of the universe, until its end, and is filled with intense, varied styles of combat, political discourse on all spectrum’s, and the secret histories of the human race. Resonance born is both the name of the series and the name of the first book, in which people on earth affected by a new and terrible affliction known as Phasia, exhibit psychotic behaviors combined with super human powers, driving them to bloodshed, and the accumulation of power for ends they cannot know. Each person who gains the mark of Phasia must fight for their very soul against the forces of destruction guiding their madness towards the conclusion of the universes oldest and most horrendous decisions, for The trials and tribulations they all face are due to forces locked away on another world far from earth, but one deeply connected to the human race, and its remarkable beginnings from another world that they both hold in common.

Book Review
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REVIEW FOR BOOK: GROWING UP WESTON, WHO ATE PEPPER 30?

Have you ever loved a medium so much that your mentors became historical figures whose everyday lives became the backdrop to their work?

The upcoming book “Growing up Weston, who ate Pepper 30?” is a Magnus opus of the photographic medium, a guidebook to the lives of the Weston family going back four generations. It’s as much an in depth history of the Weston’s personal lives as it is an archive of artistic mastery. 

This book is not just about the art of photography, it is a profound testimony of the human form, its role upon our society, and the reshaping of culture through freedom of its naked expression. It is also about one family dedicated to its mastery. It is a step by step illustration of the Weston family’s photographic genius, narrated by Kim through his own personal viewpoint, not just about his life but about his family and those who inspired him. You will discover the rich history behind the art, revealing the inner workings that drove the creative processes.

Kim’s uncle Brett Weston gifted his portfolio to Kim to support him in his artistic endeavors. You can now become part of the Weston legacy forever, by supporting the making of this book, and making it your own. 

– Daniel Maddox

Art Titles

Short stories

A City Before It’s Time

A story tells a person what happened, a novel tells the reader a story, but a tale tells of a world beyond our own. When I tell you this tale, remember only what you imagine.

The flats: a place so silent that only your thoughts make sound. Care is never taken, and seclusion could never be so complete. Hope can be described as none-sense here, as well as can pain and memory. Water flows from every angle, and sky is everywhere you look.

Barren Garden: this is a place with no flowers and no greens to speak of. It is a place where you grow to accept the way of dead things, and the knowledge that one day you to will cease to be a flower with green stem and colorful petals.

An empty lake: this large whole in the flats rests through the days course, and is never deeper then its need to be filled again. If you walk to the center, “the bottom” if you will, then you’ll find others like you, who too once wished to be at the bottom of nameless lakes, who at the time were filled.

The Edge of the City: you walk past the Barren Garden and through the flats, into the lake and out to the other side, where the city lies. Standing on the edge of the lake, from the other side, you see a massive collaboration of metal and sky. Looking at this city you decide that you would rather again be in the flats.

The truth: we do not want to be in great cities, we want to once again be one with nature, but the general mentality today is, “why leave behind these great monoliths? Why go back now?” the thought is accepted, but what would it be like to view our great cities from an outsider point of view. If all were to leave the cities, if all were to be forgotten, we would all stand at the edge of the empty lake and stare at our past empires, our great cities that were abandoned by the hands of the people that built them. For no other reason than we didn’t want to be there anymore.

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Daniel Maddox - 2004

Celsius Dream

The rich blue, submerged in the blinding innocence of that resonating pink.
Hollow ground and cheap, sheepish looks.

Stars and ripe apple color pipes,
buildings and structures emerging from heaven on earth.

Under the skin, beyond the mind,
perhaps a color you and I have in common.

A brilliant if not genius red, sounds of poetry and winter night fire light,
with bread and butter upon stone mason clutter.

Total losses, bought and sold,
only the lowest of them all hear half as good as the truth would like.

This color, is you, this color is me,
what we have in this life is a feeling to experience,
an experience called The Celsius Dream.

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Daniel Maddox - 2004

Conclusions File 8

I have realized my understanding has left me crippled for more truths to uncover.

The silence hanging over my grave seeks only to be audited, and most men above ground go out of their way to stay that way. The dire straits of oblivion, and this hell I have barely escaped all waiting for my return, in mourning I shelter my mind with tools of ambiguity and Obscure treacheries of edited silence.

Starlight hanging on threads standing on the edge of evening apocalypse, rising and falling breaking barrier after barrier with no discretions and little presumed risk. Benign factoring of unsolvable cases, lost people on the verge of falling at omnipotence’s door.

Another wave of ideas has come into perspective and yet the remnants of our futures course rain down as the innocent and true. The marble floors of capital indignation and superficial empathy are rich with the blood of these fallen remnants. As to what we owe for our crimes to our own people, I have little to consider fair or just enough a reparation and believe that only our actions to come may be grounds for justice done and paid for.

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Daniel Maddox - 2004

Accomplishments by Failure

Desire had once only to gently stroke my neck for rapture to come forth with, from all corners of perception unto my mind. Violent and persistently it spoke, yet soothing and reaffirming it was to hear. Never once did I loose myself, yet I was clearly possessed and out of my own control. Not out of spite or anger did I surrender the will of my own right and might, but through and by the way of carnage of the soul and heart do I succumb to the will of this alien yet original vanity, and the deep affliction it inflicts through me unto others.

There truly had not been and could not be a cure, or so I once believed. However, the sanity I once held so close and clinged to with all my strength, could not be defended and would not be secure until the events that may certainly have led to my end progressed. It was only when I had truly failed and openly been defeated, stripped from my own self-righteous thrown and plummeted back to earth that I was saved a cowards existence and fools death.

Daniel Maddox - 2006

Sold and Forgotten

The light of our lives Vanished, much love was given, insincere at heart but true only around the edges of a massive lie; we knew, and still we forced ourselves to trust. We believed that our emotions adequately gauged the truth of our existences, and thus hatred for our masters could not grow. Since the time of our imprisonment the pull of freedom is clouded and barely a clinging thought at the best of times. Ever present within us now, is the necessary influence of those drugs they feed us, now only the release of death or perhaps the next dose, is all we have. Free will is but a dream, or perhaps a nightmare, for what would, or could we really do on our own, now that all we once were, has been sold and forgotten?

Daniel Maddox - 2006

My Quotes from Life

“A man of quotes is rare, a quoted man is rarer but best is the idea that never dies”

“Life, you can play, but you can’t stay.”

“Mighty as the pride of those unkind to difference of opinion is the difference of opinion itself.”

“You are not the light of the world... you are it's mirror”

“The future is the expression of all our thoughts and hopes.
The Past is what could of been and the present a dream we never escape.”

Daniel Maddox - 2010