Ah, that feeling of nothingness, mixed with contentment and this searching feeling; how such a feeling exists can baffle yet also leave this tantalizing desire to be found. It is almost as if I am lost in the shadowy echos of my mind aimlessly wandering around yet simultaneously every so clearly chasing and following in the direction of this thought that is just plainly there as these words are in your face. Yet, so hidden as if covered by the thicked fog. All I wish is to create some form of clarity or path in my head yet despite my efforts the fog thickens while the thought becomes ever so clearer.
The nothingness of life, something that doesn’t exist yet is used everyday. What are you doing? “Oh nothing”. It exists yet it never truly does. Why must I think about and feel nothing when obviously there is SOMEthing there, that i feel, but what? Words cannot describe this feeling, the sinking pit deep inside my stomach that comes from nowhere and nothing. Ah, and here we are again at nothing. But how can nothing exist if it is something?? The feelings don’t come then disappear in an instant so they must come from somewhere meaning that it is something for nothing cannot exist except for in the mind. Do I just not have the vocabulary to express these innate desires and feelings that come from what is seemingly nowhere? Yet nowhere cannot exist except in name because if there is something there then you are somewhere and if that is true then that means that it is the truth infinitely across the galaxy then truly nothing and nowhere cannot exist, except for in name. Yet if nothing and nowhere are concepts created by the brain then where did the basis of these ideas come from?? For it to exist it must have come from somewhere, yet again it cannot exist except in name.
randomness in art
essentially
a one-off experiment to suggest
a counterintuitive interpretation
In a visual representation
with the element chance
to bring spontaneity
thereby
liberating creativity from rational thought
becomes
full of surprise
open to different interpretations
revealing
visually striking
unexpected connections
of meaningful shapes
in
chance
imaginative conclusions
rivers flow
where water goes
stars abide
within our skies
birds fly
until wings go awry
dogs bark
at sounds in the dark
clouds form
before a storm
accidents can happen
when you play with dragons
hearts race
when they run to first base
those we trust
should not be the unjust
increasing fear
goes mouth to ear
self-deprecation
often causes vexation
very easy to deceive
when people want to believe
love blooms
creating new bridegrooms
enemy of the same
the process of change
random is
as randomness does
Randomness of Daily Life
David J Walker
It seems that I was
Kneeling and praying
For something to
Ease the tension
Of a day in which
Nothing happened
As if the sunrise would be
Wasted in the tedium of
Anticipation unmet
Dragging a long day out
Into a wasted sunset
And
At night, my restless dreams
Morphed into imagining
And the fears of more than just
The randomness of daily life
Dandom Randomness
What else will I see out of my story?
I’ve seen a guy blown away.
Where’s my guinea pig?
In the boarded up pub in the fog.
Your film is so yesterday,
full of sex and violence.
One foot man no boot.
It’s dark when the flash bulbs go out.
Frick brutality embrace toe kissing.
I’ve no time for four false Gods.
You gotta be real.
We worship one another.
You photograph roundabouts,
I snap lampposts.
Mailbox in desert.
No, there are eight.
Blonds are from tomorrow.
For the price of the wind.
You’re so paranoid.
Have you thought it’s the company you keep?
Point course correction to where?
Ninjas in the dustbin lorries.
Must finish homework
Bio, hard Math, and German
Ooh! Look! Butterfly...
1 I envision.
2 Bad decision.
3 As I take flight.
4 Empty fight.
5 Safety directive dies.
6 From a perpendicular size.
7 Rhombus on a corner.
8 Loss of a mourner.
9 Embers of a dying flame.
The words i tend to say become all wrong,
The faith i use to feel is now long gone.
My past comes back to me, and re-live my past memories.
I wonder when my day will come that i will depart from here.
Only a matter of time.
You never know, in a life of lies what is real and what is just fake.
A life that you cant separate.
People say many things,
i tend to believe.
Then here from someone else i will never be good enough for thee.
Never accomplish what others have passed
Tacos are a delight
I think I want one tonight
Something crunchy to eat
Nothing sugarly just hamburger meat
Not just one, I want a whole bunch
For breakfast, dinner, snack, and lunch
Lettuce, tomato and mexican cheese
Lets go get one now momma, pretty please
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