Half conscious stream conscious

by Accipiter gentilis

in Completed Works

Half conscious stream conscious

In a word I am not looking hearing seeing seeing tasting only feeling if that it is a consciousness through my fingers not conscious of the mind there are no periods or letters or numbers and now I am shut off I write only that which my fingers compel me to write nothing else. A sad mountain beach rush into starlight sinking beads grains of wild grasses and clouds oh the clouds of tomorrows sun cracking down onto the buildings lightly lighting the light and streets and trees and the people oh yes the people gone and hello and goodbye and I love you you are a dear friend that I wish to know what time it is thank you. The bells are ringing the church above the skies above the buildings above the streets uptown up the street and help me lord for I am in hell son give me thy hand turn around and see the people and the things and the life and don’t you see it all? The light lightly lighting the tiles on the kitchen the man crumpling up his list of grocery items and the wife in the other room tending the kids with her hearts of heart and her life and dreams and passing of memories the children oh the hell the hell the hell and the children the love the love the strength of love among the life and …………………………………………………………………………………. I DO NOT KNOW WHERE I AM I WANT TO GO HOME I WANT TO RETURN TO MY BODY AND I WANT TO BE ALIVE AND BE FREE AND LOVE AND LIVE AND I LOVE ALL OF YOU


humans


lovely lovely humans


that’s all that is


the humans of my life


the ground in which the roots of my heart are nourished and grow strong


humans

playing
laughing
holding hands
kissing
loving
tender joys and friendship

humans


lovely lovely humans


that’s all that is


and love

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Dec 19th 2007
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experimental free verse stupid
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This is a REALLY stream of conscious "poem," I guess you could say. I wrote it while my eyes were shut, I was listening to Nobukazu Takemura's "Conical Flask," I was tired as hell, and I was in a sort of trance. I was trying to only write what my fingers wrote without any conscious input, or at least as little as possible. And well, this is what came of it. Like it or not, here it is. Interpret it how you please.

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beethovenbd Says:

pure love is an utopy

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