In The Black Box

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

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Bubbling Blue Screams of Light Intense

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And we wonder who there was in that person… why that person? and we wandered and wondered. They execute with perfection the failed week and the demolished sanctuary of the fearful world.  This will not be televised.. do i have the ability to express over this jive? This verbal poetry? Yikes thats another gem in the forest… it makes your head spin in movement amazing. In strength disaster.

 

This wont be the last.. and yet the time is constant.. the time is ever strolling towards the finish line.. the start of yet another day of execution.. on either side of the fence… lets set ourselves up right in the middle of that wooden forest.. let’s get sorted.. lets find a toilet bowl with meaning..

 

Meaning… errrrrg in this temple the meaning makes perfect sense… i think

 

 

Written by Dave

November 5, 2009 at 1:52 AM

Oh what to think,

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You go and come, and fold out a new one. Its been awhile and now i look back and wonder how i reacted.

It was funny and long, stupid and funny.

But the liquid memories make sense now, it was and it was great. And IT was.

Maybe i should go and find my own, Link fire to them and see if they rise up into the sky. There was every sense of the world in that time. So little to worry and constant improvement in everything. Ahhhh but now i have come to disregard the other stuff… the things that are best forgotten. It was long after all.

 

Ill still go and find them.. that year of long… ups and downs.

 

Guess id like to thank them… i smiled a lot.

Written by Dave

August 20, 2009 at 3:07 AM

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62-365

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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

Written by Dave

April 5, 2009 at 2:04 AM

A Response to "Time" – from "The Existential Crisis and other Musings" by Mo

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http://www.bebo.com/mopoems

Holding on
have i any need to wait and see why? Its in my ears, yet even when i take the vessel away it remains in my temples
flowing across my contents
is it not there forever?

Is this even an issue, can it ever be over.

I have placed my hand upon it
clicked it into eternity
this can never be fully destroyed
its out there somewhere
we seek eternity through our actions
we want to beat this giant shadow
i click everything i have into eternity
sifting through the net
and my ears are united with the rest of the world
with the world who wants to preserve me
me and my time
me and my reason

I try to find reason at night
this black box
this home

insomniac
so strong
so
but what else?
i would scream for this understanding
i am in silence
my temples talk to me
my mind is free

its quiet here
this is in time
this is time i cant share

in these words
in moments of noise
in it all i am cutting every wrist
this is in time

with every thought in this silence
bouncing of the sides of me black box
i am dying
and time is in this.

Time is irrelevant
because time is in this
and now that we have created time has become irrelevant.

“At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.”

Thomas Hardy “The Darkling Thrush” (Extract)

And so we sing

http://www.bebo.com/mopoems

Written by Dave

April 25, 2008 at 1:59 AM

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A Response to "Time" – from "The Existential Crisis and other Musings" by Mo

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http://www.bebo.com/mopoems

Holding on
have i any need to wait and see why? Its in my ears, yet even when i take the vessel away it remains in my temples
flowing across my contents
is it not there forever?

Is this even an issue, can it ever be over.

I have placed my hand upon it
clicked it into eternity
this can never be fully destroyed
its out there somewhere
we seek eternity through our actions
we want to beat this giant shadow
i click everything i have into eternity
sifting through the net
and my ears are united with the rest of the world
with the world who wants to preserve me
me and my time
me and my reason

I try to find reason at night
this black box
this home

insomniac
so strong
so
but what else?
i would scream for this understanding
i am in silence
my temples talk to me
my mind is free

its quiet here
this is in time
this is time i cant share

in these words
in moments of noise
in it all i am cutting every wrist
this is in time

with every thought in this silence
bouncing of the sides of me black box
i am dying
and time is in this.

Time is irrelevant
because time is in this
and now that we have created time has become irrelevant.

“At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.”

Thomas Hardy “The Darkling Thrush” (Extract)

And so we sing

http://www.bebo.com/mopoems

Written by Dave

April 25, 2008 at 12:59 AM

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