Response to "Time" - from "The Existential Crisis and Other Musings" by Mo

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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

I am...

...away
...part of a collective
...now warmer than before
...worried
...satisfied
...happy
...sad
...expectant
...secure
...out there
...helping
...talking
...sneezing
...always listening
...hearing
...forever in the temple
...forever wanting the groove
...touching
...writing
...typing
...breathing
...taking
...thinking
...thinking
...thinking
...ashamed
...embarressed
...observing
...listening


...listening


... ... ... who am i?

Sweet Lines

Drawing on the ripples of light, drawing the changes.... artificial plane.. its not real to me. I cant see for the smoke on the holes...

What do i see anymore..

What does it want to see?

Today i saw

....infront of me...actually everywhere, may as well have been campaigning... was it a shout? Was it a slap in the face, something saying "fuck sake... OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES YOU TWAT!?" Either way i choked... didnt let anyone know that... i thought i was finished thinking about this, i thought i was finished with the rolling tide of in and out, maybe the tide has finally stopped changing its mind... picked its course... and all i did was paddle harder



I paddled harder

What?

I spoke today...

Need has arrived

Lacking in everything....pull your head out man... put your head out man!


get out!

there is now a need...

Deliver.

Here

I am once again here in a heart of darkness... all i can feel is the pulse of the bright trying to break free

NEED I EXPLORE THE POSSIBLITY OF TOTAL HATRED OR IS IT JUST A GIVEN THAT MY WRISTWATCH WILL NEVER FIT AROUND MY FOOT?

NEED I EXPLORE

THE POSSIBLITY OF TOTAL HATRED

OR IS IT JUST A GIVEN

THAT MY WRISTWATCH

WILL NEVER

FIT

AROUND MY

FOOT?

Slow City Burn Down

Shadow on my eye……
rounded like the moon…..
shadow on my eyes…..
rounded like the moons.

Singing in the black rooms, eyeing up the walls…
finding the exit through the , eyeing up the walls.

Home time, going home, end of the day end of the night, start of the morning
start again another night another end and another and another.

I’m helpless to the time,
helpless to the blackness I don’t even fight anymore,
I’m just moon time, shadow on my eyes,
moon time, sunlight breaking the dead,

“I’ve seen love make a fool of a man”
if I had anything to lose I wouldn’t go back either,
I have no rules, there is nothing in this room to rule,
I wouldn’t want to anyway, it irritates the world that exists outside.

Outside where I’d prefer to exist.

Something worth ruling something worth anything.

Night Reasons: Who are we on This Day of Days?

Who are we to be on this day of days? Sitting legs folded like the mind, the loops are unsettling but renewing the soul….. The soul.

Is it lost in the mind?… the soul is lost everywhere, in homes and families in the sky below the ground the soul is lost.

Men fight for the soul

Men die for the soul

We all fight the soul.

We all want to find the soul

What is the soul but a reason, and perhaps a hope? The soul is a hope. IT is a fear for others….IT is everything you want it to be.

I lost my soul…. I’ve lost it so many times.

I gave it away a long time ago, because? I don’t know why, but I gave it to others so that it would keep them warm. And now my soul is everywhere, it is in the sky, with men and women, in the eyes, in the heart… in the feet …. In the floor…. I’ve left my soul on the floor… soulful sweat and tears, I’ve left it to the groove, given it to the feeling, for the good of the feeling….. My soul is an ingredient, all of our souls are ingredients, without it the world would be tasteless, others would be uninteresting and lacking in everything that is needed.

And so where is my soul now? Where are all our souls? Does it really matter; the fact is if we didn’t have to find it we would be meaningless.

I want to find the soul….I want others to find the soul.

I want her.

I want the music.

I want the light.

And I really think I need her.

For in her my soul is calling






Can you here your soul in someone?

Circular soul.