"We pass the word around; we ponder how the case is put by different people, we read the poetry; we meditate over the literature; we play the music; we change our minds; we reach an understanding. Society evolves this way, not by shouting each other down, but by the unique capacity of unique, individual human beings to comprehend each other." - Lewis Thomas

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Stream of Consciousness

There amongst the opened doors stood a shadow unlike any other, darkness eludes it, light fears it, yet it stood completely in sight opened mouthed, arms out-stretched ready for a comforting embrace. Human concept is broken, a creation of our own consciousness, born of elegance, tossed into ugliness. Harbinger of sorrows, desires, hands smooth as lovers, smooth of her framings, alone watching with patience of a predator's pounce the sole truth brought down by the wrath of domestic pain. Consciousness eluding our minds. We stare into him like an anomaly of mental constructs. It's eyes, cold, ice cold; her endlessness, her eternity, broken soul. In those open doorways it standing between dark and light, feared and forgotten; neither taken, neither needed, nor wanted.

"..." - Authors Note 22

Friday, February 5, 2010

"Sometimes we just need to hope that the flickering lamp doesn't burn out, lost and alone in the dark" - Authors note 13


Vigorous fury, the Clouds
Converge above,
Singing songs silently;
Laughing at the creatures
Consumed by unjustifiable lust;
Eager destruction of self.

Romantic fallacy,
Her voice unique
Her stature;
His eyes liquid
His hands shiver.
Fear, control, worry
An endless cycle of usage
Mindless, selfless
Lost amongst wills
And wonts, conceptual failures,
Waves or replication
Drifting away along eternity,
Her grip loosens
His memory paranoid.
Only willing once,
Single desire,

Scattered end,
Truthful theatrical finale;
Desirable yet unachievable
Constituted by their amour;
Dispersed illumination, glistening.