Dashboard Reasoning reckons i had no other chance at anything....

A topic on my brain.... what is right.... what is needed however?

Fuck

Its exactly what runs through your mind when you realize the stupidity of it all...

You know i wanted to, I'm sure you could sense it, instead i had to stop the car...

Wasn't the time, was it even possible? Dashboard reasoning reckons i had no other chance at anything.... but last night i realised people care.. people think of you who you'd never thought would in the first place even if they don't realise what they are doing in the first place truth is always floating through the air, tipping you on your shoulder, telling you stuff...in a musky alcoholic air... a truthful air none the less.


None the less.


Am i less for it? Have i sucker punched the face of it? am i now running down that same ol' path.... I'm far too picky for a beggar and far to poor for such expensive things.

I know i want the white wings and flash...... but is it what i need? Do i need the artistic screen watcher with an opinion.... or the air dweller from everyplace but home? Or do i need the truth of it all? The one who thinks of me

Or do i need something completely different, the stair dweller... the one who stops you in your tracks...when all is out the window and the night is up... the second chance, the last ditch effort... the last push for the line? Is that what i need? If it is it doesn't come as easy as the rest, that requires effort.... however will it be worth it?

I believe, yes i believe in one of them, that part of my soul is trying to make a fool out of me however.

Play that horn


Sing it low and with feeling

Is it all out the window.... i could go back there and look and look....

Is it all out the window?






I will continue to wash the light and release nearly all of it to the universe.. and someday my soul will let me know... it'll release the secret.

Were All Theory and No Action

What is the action? Is there a reason for it....

With total loss.... after total loss...what is the appropriate action? Do we look for condolence? Do we seek it in ourselves? do we forget about it...


I cant imagine how you feel

I am all theory....and no action

I was always no action....and all theory.

ACT!

Dance Movement 8

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I'm on a different track now, im past the worst of it, am i in the fire tho? What is the FIRE really? It might just be aie, a way of tricking us into thinking we are too tired.

Maybe i am too tired, like i say to my friends, i might be on the edge of a new reality. Tiredness is just part of the package, part of the show. But if i jump, if i
choose to be part of this new reality, this new option, what will happen to reality....yes thats it the one you know so well "REALITY".

If i jump, i am in freefall, i may fall for weeks or for years, but i will fall and i dont know if i will land on my feet, if i will land with a job or a qualification, with a purpose in life or just simply a collection of material worthlessness. What am i to believe in? If i jump i will be free happy but uncertain. If i stay on level ground, if i sleep tonight, if i embrace other interests, careers, if i am what some might call "CLEVER" i wont have to worry about landing on my feet because i would have never jumped.

But if i dont.... will i want to when i can? I feel like i have been buying air bags for years... practicing the technique so that when it came to this situation i wouldnt have to worry about the fall....the fall would be the experience and landing on my feet would never be in question in the first place.

And now i am in free fall, this is what i am talking about, this is the reality that i want to be in. No thought patter....no excuses.... just creation....dance movement.......irresponsible, free, high, without reason, but without reason for reason.....you hurt nobody but yourself if you hurt yourself at all.... you push yourself as far as possible to express that which you love most.... expression ..... that is what we all need. before me these letters make a pattern...it isnt predetermined but i know where i am going...well most of the time. It doesnt matter if we are all matter, whos to matter when we are all done. Whistling in my ear the music is always welcome...screaming in my eyethe pictures and photos will always appear... bubling at my hands the creative process is a neccesity. I dont feel as if i am going to lose it, or that i will become the suit wearing boring one of a kind utalitarian freak of not freakness.... who am i sort of faceless nobody in a world of nobodies......

i know i wont be whatever that is.... i know i wont..

But if i dont do this now...will i be able to later.... should a wait a little or a while...shouyld i wait at all? Have i already jumped? and are these the questions of a falling man.?


Am i falling?

if so

where is the ground?

Circular Moon, Circular Sun

Circular Moon, Circular Sun - David Donoghue

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Daddy.....daddy?

Where is the sun? Where is the moon?

My eyes are the sun....my sight is the light.

Sometimes i wonder wat i am doing..... why i am doing anything at all....... the world makes more sense with nothing in it....we should be nothing..

No expectations....no regulations..... and we shall breath free


Circular Moon....Circular Sun.....we are one.......we are one

Sometimes it happens

.... its a noise which makes you relax your head a bit.... you let your eyes decide where to look....but you never watch. The noise is ordered so that brain function is now free.. the song has started the mind has ended. Your emotions are been governed by the noises.. the piano...the drums... the voices. You have no control but you smile about it.. because for three minutes you have no worries, no cares... nothing. This is your moment to forget the sadness... the obligations... the mistakes.. the good and the bad things you have forgetten and remembered. This is your time to throw that all away and be free.. for just this song.

Its worry that brings us back... cause no song is that long.. man on the train looks at me funny, i dont mind, he can only look, words make no sense when the music is playing.

Its dying now tho, and my eyes come home, i blink and its over. the music changes the mind re-adjusts... and i am worried again, press the button. Start again.. forget again