Some prose

[Duncan]

Just thought Id start a thread for some writing that I'm doing every now and then. Comments appreciated. This is from tonight: Now The present is lost from the moment it arises; it is a train hurtling along the tracks. Each moment passes in a blur of colour and all that remains is the persistent clatter of steel upon steel, reminding you of the journey forwards. Sometimes moments which pass are dark and ugly, where there is no beauty to admire – an industrial squalor, a gaping tunnel. In these moments our heads are still, blank and staring – the moments slide past unwelcomed yet unforgotten. Sometimes moments will pass which are so beautiful that we smile or even shout out in joy and snap our heads back and forth, spotting and clinging to these in the hope they will stay forever. However, as much as we cling, as much as we ignore, the present remains. Although inseparable from both the past and the future it is infinitely more real, more whole. Unlike the others it is indescribable, like nothing you could ever imagine. When we share ideas of the past it is like shovelling sand with a sieve. Bits are lost and we communicate only in parts and perceptions, often the bits which are lost are the most important, the bits for which there are no words, and when you realise this you see the beauty of silence. Silence does not remember, describe, upset or judge – it completes. There are no mistakes. So remember, when I look you in the eyes and smile, know that I am not smiling because of who you have been, I am not smiling in anticipation of the future, I am smiling because of the one thing I truly can share with you – this moment.

[Duncan]

Shards Silently I scream at your eyes and you don’t even blink, refuse to cry they say they are the windows to the soul but yours are backed with silver and all I can see is my own face staring back at me You visit me at night and crawl inside my head we lie together hand in fist yet there’s no rest for the wicked and I can’t help but think I’d be better off without all of this When sleep comes it aint easy the sand in my mind is the sand of time and this burning heat will turn it to glass a thousand shards of shattered dreams, means ive gotta tread light because my sharpness now exists only in pieces and the one escape is to stay awake but im afraid of opening my eyes to see can’t cope with the sight of you asleep with your back to me But it’s not your fault, the fault is mine the truth is I don’t know you at all I’m in love with an image painted by the hand of a weasel and behind the canvas is a face in pain, a summer skirt laced with chain you were born to be free not tied up with hope and bound to me Bound to me