In The Black Box

THIS IS THE NIGHT TIME, MY TIME OF UTTER CONFUSION AND CLARITY

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Just kept on Going Going.

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And when you kick in… the perfect vibration… and it licks the inside of my skull.. the closest. It scrapes out all the shit. Thats all that was needed. Lets realise that… yes. its good..

 

So i hoped out just far enough from the end. I took time to see it without the rest. I took the time to feel the wind unhindered. The bench was waiting for the next body. The cyclist just kep on going.. washing by like a flash floods… tsssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAA!aaaaaaaaaa and then he was gone.. the corner revealed his tail lights… reaching the next hill and looping off into the ridge.. the wall… the grind. And the familiar looked so serene… so simple. Yellow.

 

The milk man dropped off the simple things a little early.. Someone to come home to these days… the nights are cold enough to keep it fresh, and that constant rhythm had a taxi man with smiles and smiles… for miles and miles… every green happy… every yellow laugh…  nothing replaces he who is happy with his lot… and he was appreciative of the gesture…

 

The night kept on cooling… and drops formed on the end of some blade of glass somewhere…

 

… wheres my keys?

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Written by Dave

November 6, 2009 at 2:33 AM

Because You Got Eyes on Good and Tight

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Heavy loads will sometimes come on slowly… didn’t see it rise out of the sunshine i must say… and now at the tail end I’m flat on it, pushing empty onto downhill slopes, hoping for momentum to find the way. Oh but it was a fun ride… and i know that with this drop into the unknown i will rise with the sun and find another mountain to climb in the shade..

Easy peasy they say, but we got eyes to groove on and they are good and tight… reveal that to the senses and let it get fixed up good for the Sunday parade.

You have another wave of ill thinking? another bazillion to spend and make perfect for the future. investment investment investment. If we take away the bass perhaps it will be easier for the lighter stuff to float up their noses… This one is a keeper i think

But just because you got eyes…. on good and tight.

Ill let that one slip towards you and you can deal with it how you like.

Its a simple equator.. long and round… could have been flat. But just because…

… i really will.

Written by Dave

August 25, 2009 at 4:25 AM

Battery

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This growing, this turning heaving and recreating the reality, the slow pace, the growing boredom, the slow trickle of light through the folds in the curtain, knowing that two hours ago was a good time, two houors ago was far enough, and now the flow of light is a mocking flag, its a stamp on my territory. Im too late, the boat has set sail and i am left in this sea of light, struggling to stay in the dry, dry and peacefull.

My options are coated in sleep, to embrace to swim and dive for the other side… huge planks of light floating between the darkness, flipping endless in the space, the ever-embracing sweet space of night. I would dive to save the day, i would dive to deny the night, and with it destroy that time i want, when i dont have the weight. When i dont have the distraction. When it is just understanding.. because there is nobody to explain to. .. and i want it that way – and that is my second sleep coated option.

Quiet suburban solitude.. a forest of silent brickwork, hiding the vulnerable unaware. I sit on cold windows waiting for the next disruption, if it comes… wondering how we can sacrafice this? Its not about productivity in the wider sense, yet we struggle to bracket our days between the setting suns… ours and theirs. Don’t forget to slow down, there is no need to pull the handbreak and crash…

I am sitting on this cold ledge, slowing down, and letting my head talk to me. I am being led, I am going to follow and listen, I am going to note and investigate… I am going to find the most important things here, so that in the future… when the suns are ticking away my time.. i will remember… that it is not the end.. I just want to slow down and look into the black.

There was another time.. half out the window, in another place.. my mind considered the possibilities.. thinking of why i was there, why i was still awake… listening… wondering if that familiar dum hum of distant activity would ever be achieved in the heart of  the system… it was sad.. there was no escape… and there should always be an escape..

 

I have escaped tonight. Been waiting for that for awhile

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May yesterdays plans turn into tomorrows flowerpots… or will there be time in this place,

 

dreams take me close to you, speaking your words and perfecting the scene…. the light, perfect, … the room, perfect…. the time, perfect…. 

 

open windows and morning breaks the rhythm…the dark and its hope is hunted down… my only reason to sleep if it brings me close.. 

and we all need movement..and flash and bang… and we all need rhythms at any and everytime possible…

 

and the city moves around us

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April 5, 2009 at 2:04 AM

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And the looky and the likey and the upside downey

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March 27, 2009 at 2:43 AM

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February 27, 2009 at 5:14 PM

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And so the weekend of my year comes to a close.. months ago i gave up early starts for late finishes.. not like it ever mattered anyway, i never had to take up late finishes, they were just in the blood. What was mind destroying however was the mix. The evil mix of early and late, creation and destruction. I enjoyed both, needed both, but could not contain both in one day. My daily life was torn apart and my mind struggled to bridge the gap between the two…shall i consider an alternative… to turn early into late and wake when the sun leaves my world? Is that the answer.

 

If today of all days was anything to go by it really would not matter that much. This Sunday, the Sunday of my long weekend if you will, existed only within the walls of an apartment in Paris. For anybody except for the 5 other people who interacted with me today I barely need to have existed. You can check off the usual, the Internet, the music, the movies, the writing, the food, the water, the smells, the windows, the cold, the toilet, the thoughts, the phone calls, the texts, the news from home, the news from “the crumbling world”…… so much of the badness, the hopelessness of life is gone at night…minds are put to rest… people forget and exist solely within their minds. The only true privacy is behind those eyelids. And for all the economic downturns, the horrific weather, the fatal stabbings, the tragic car crashes… for all that sadness, reality is really just an echo within our minds… where we all truly exist, where we are all truly trying to find meaning and happiness. For it does not matter how the daily goings and comings of emotion and reaction effect us as a result of personal interaction…what matters is our own happiness…with ourselves… and for those brief moments between sunset and sunrise, everyone finds a place to be content. Everyone escapes the sadness… and the “realities” of life are no longer broadcast between mouths and ears, from screens and amplifiers… it simply stops…

 

So as i sit here… i realise there is only a silence, not of lonelyness but of relief… a contented silence… a moments peace, the world relaxes and enjoys its time in the shelter of its collective consciousness…

 

the first noises we hear in the morning are often the worst you will hear all day. A buzzing alarm clock or loud reminders of how we are late is no way to set yourself up for happiness..

 

i for one am happy with my space in time… i may be alone out here in reality… and the quiet streets echo the clicking of my keyboard.. i listen to the slow heart beat of relief and relaxation.

 

Space to think.