"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
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2 comments:

  1. BendigoFebruary 24, 2010 at 12:05 PM

    My stupid blog list didn't update that you had posted... :/

    You know funny thing, I don't understand half of what you write until I read it twice....Then it begins to form meaning, and then after the third time I get a little more. To put it into words from the 70's ...That was deep bro... :)

    Anything that compels me to read it more than once is A material my friend.

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  2. BendigoMarch 3, 2010 at 5:13 AM

    Had to mention that I like the new look :)

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