In The Black Box


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And i saw this….

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…What should one say? or do for that matter… lying alone in the head of it all. Watching. It seems completely out of your mind yet, you know it isnt real, you know it isnt actual… and sometimes it is that much too weird or wonderful.. and you know.

I can’t help but feel that this time it told me something. I felt it right there, across the surface of my skin. her hair and arms… stretching for something, it seemed professional, purposeful… and then it just happens, unplanned… but you want it.. and you see the real in it, and you know.. pushing it away… that was the real – pushing it away. This reality that know’s it’s something you can’t quite achieve at this time.. something that can’t be erased in a split second. .. and even the unreal is regulated and stopped… even the unreal is limited…

Then you see the figure… lit by a shaft of light… connected to someone or something by a phone… thin… bare… nearly completely bare… different… and like some old film stuck on a loop it plays over and over.. caught in the light between the curtains by the window… talking… pushed away from me… but immediately wanted and desired… standing in the light… completely revealed… they¬†were perfect… different… they brought fear… but it was then that you knew that it wasn’t completely wrong… that there caught in the light was the answer… not a direct answer but a suggestion of one…

and i can’t remove that loop… i am still waiting to wake up…. i don’t want to let go of it…


Wake up.


Written by Dave

November 22, 2009 at 3:47 AM

Nothing Is Broken

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Didn’t I believe you once when you had me in a corner on the ropes?

Or did I have you there lost in missing memory?

Wasn’t it on your hand that I left the burning touch?

Or did you scar my own and leave it for me to consider my hopes?

And then the world opened up it’s skies and beckoned people forth… I watched the world gulp and swallow with vibrations from my life. We’re all on the Opposite once more yet nothing is inverted. The key was never too far from electronical option and modern mouths to speak. Nothing is broken and never had to be mended from passed mistakes and wrong reverberations. Nothing is mended on broken hills where green flows up towards the sky… that was hair in wrong places and lessons learned, lessons left forever.

Didn’t I thank with the gifts before me and do what had never been done?

Or did I fumble and drop the ball you saved from oblivion gone?

Wasn’t it with world noises that we pounded out the dents?

“Or” is not an option now.. Nothing is Broken – Vibrations deep and pounding