Page upon page, word by word, the meaning evolves as serious as swordplay
Opening wounds that just won't heal.
Hour upon hour, minute by minute, each second as sober as a heartbeat
Pulsating memories that resonate and linger.
Poison upon poison, germ by germ, the origin of a virus
The possibility of an antidote for immunity.
World upon world, system by system, a gathering chaos shifts like sand
Stranding molecules shaken and stirred~ solitary atoms.
Seed upon seed, tentacle by vine, weaving webs into life
A new world to destroy or create.
Dream by dream, sleep by sleep, brief allusions to secrets forgotten
Momentary glimpses of a grave periphery.
Room upon room, space by space, the dust collects on the floor
Ashes piled from a tome long since burned.
Shadow upon shadow, dance by dance, the will still feels heat
Residue of desires to begin a new...
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
I like this. It reminds me of Clive Barker's works. . . a gathering chaos, like something very large is at work- motives on a mass scale; momentary glimpses of a grave periphery- a blurred glance into something that appears risky yet necessary. `the will still feels the heat, the fire of motivation re-heating your interests, a reside of desire floats to the top, skim it off and butter your bread with it. Mental metabolism ensues. . . "to begin anew. . . "
i didn't know if i should post it. it's been sitting around the house in various stages for a couple days as i mused upon it. i guess overall it was a mental exercise to make some sense of those drifty daydreams. you fall down, and get back up. shake it off and try again.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
Yea i understand that, but on here I think most if not all things are worth a post, even if you feel that it potentially sucks and 99 other people think it's dumb, there will always be that one person, if not more, who are able to take insight away from other's creations. Don't hold back, post it all, one man's junk is another man's treasure. All of this is mental excrement anyways, spit it out and let someone else digest it. And although I said all of this is excrement, some of the things we post on here is at least shiny shit that will catch someone's eye.
Makes me think of cutting in to scar tissue over and over and over again... building layers. Eventually a bit of a psychological reset becomes the greatest gift. Always enjoy your work, gonzo.
i was thinking more of that super-collider thing from Angels and Demons that they have over in Europe... Switzerland, i think.
also, there was a Robert Plant album called that.
plus, Bond is from Britain.
but i think it was the super-collider i was referencing. or, the ol' rock-tumbler idea from one of the Palahniuk books. you know, life is like a rock-tumbler.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
i was thinking more of that super-collider thing from Angels and Demons that they have over in Europe... Switzerland, i think.
also, there was a Robert Plant album called that.
plus, Bond is from Britain.
but i think it was the super-collider i was referencing. or, the ol' rock-tumbler idea from one of the Palahniuk books. you know, life is like a rock-tumbler.
It's an unfortunate word association for me. The CERN thing is much better.
I think the books of blood led to hellraiser. I've read his Weaveworld and Imajica and was blown away by both. Literally the first two books that swept me off my feet, barker truly knows how to paint a picture with words, a most impressive writer.
