thoughts
thoughts is daren's free growing body of experimental presentation. An attempt at placing perception on a new edge. It is an expression of counter balance. It is a way for daren to discuss both his physical and mental surroundings. It is an analysis of the place where discomfort and enjoyment intersect.
It is fluid and it is scribble.
The content daren presents in thoughts is not meant as a comfort, and it does not pay consideration to society's rapidly decreasing attention span. daren fully expects the audience to struggle to make it through to the end, and has intentionally attempted to pace each moment slower than the audience is likely comfortable with.
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beginning with drivel
you place your trust in hands belonging
buttered rich and soft in fervent longing
blindness gathered from leaves fallen
a lottery hope at odds with ends of a penny's fate
no fountain pledge
no fluff dream
grievance guaranteed in the stats
and still you spend frivolous your thoughts on a list
compiling and admiring tempered ignorance
a beauty queens fight for world peace
a worlds plight into beauty's damaged lease
saving yourself for what you proclaim does not existent
holding grace back from pace
and removing what isn't moving
no admission of your losing
and these hands belonging begin to cripple
and ripple stagnant
there is sitting here
beyond boredom and respect
the watching of leaves turned and burned
reaching out with drivel weakness
trust is a rental returned unpackaged
and undefined
a resurrection timed
seasons bring light to the staining of glass
over impression's presentation of ever after
happily deceived
life grieves to bring you hope in tales
starry eyed sails
but the leaves turn
and the leaves burn
and these hands belonging crouch to pucker
and walk on
walk away
placing down your trust
breath becomes rust
and longing proves truer
this era drips cash for patina preplanned
and machined against your moves you are removed unaccountably
in spit and in candy
less time has passed and passes
passing each day by
by the millions
by the buckets
by the tangled and the barbed and the corroded
getting thicker and lesser
cutting deeper and richer
in grotesque richness
the pouring of colour and guilt
liquified shatters of whimpering breath
short and thundering
dropped off the tongue
forgetting moral in commitment forgotten
if only for a moment
and in the moment
rippling
under
against
sweating over my lips
children eat candy with no foresight
without remorse
and this is inhale exhale throbbed
it is my holier than thou squashed and unrecognized
chunks of immensity torn and splattered bloody in spit
something about dust to dust
i've given the fooled and given my heart and moved thoughts to words eloquence
bullshit
dancing beauty of betrayal
mine
to me
to you
nothing stops time from passing
and through the tangled cranks of ironside blood it is quicker then the lessons
so each day it is less and lessons pass slipping in a muck I make
time
my own worst companion
save for self
though self is not saved
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a closer look at not martian terrain
and ants
a tension
span or nothing at all
lost across the endlessness of a day
and dragged flush against it
to the bottomless becoming of days
and wrecked back through
begotten as bate
lest we are what was once remembrance
an ember
here
broken
something about resemblance or reluctance or was it importance
something that had fallen away
crackled and clinended
and
click
and scroll
and click
and the tension grows
a tension
spans
reaching next
reaching beyond the oldest days yet to be
voices gasp protest echoed
still we have less grasp and then no grasp and then nothing
and nothing is limitless in span
and limitlessly spanning
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we should all put our phones down
controlled burn
chiseling
and scraping
and sanding
necessity
and all the same
the same steps
creating
beauty
building team
like space
like work
all in itself
all torn
and apart
and put back
together
and too many times
no counting
just growing
and closer
and where
where do we need to be
i am here
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some copper, and minus the colour
hashtag:poundsign
how do you remember
what defines
symbol
what strength does memory hold
fragility
ability
when will you sit
or
break
or
sit to break
slowly
there are times and times different for all
each and individual
each and collective
each and the good ole
each and the hard
comfort and collision
there can be all great and there can be all vast and these can all be defined
and then there can be a smooth or a push
it can be up and counted with fallen wrinkle
and folds
and memory fades
recounting
stubborning
all of this and still the only ask is for a sit and a breath
just a moment
and silence
restful and contemplative in peace
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some reconstructive deconstructive something or other
sleeps needed
a reference
or
a referral
a suggestion
to calm and to slow
to feather back the letting go
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gentle and faded and soft and simple
black for light
burnt with brick
and salivating for rot
from above
from below
murky drip and gritty drap
this sand is carved through
and deep
vast and wet for inspiration
frustration reaching soon
held off for now
first we play
a light in the black and dark
slow and aiming
with ideas of make and creation
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little lights and broken things
nothing ends. nothing begins.
stop
make space
breathe
in
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breathe
out
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find calm
repeat
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recognizing tiny moments
we are not the first
we are not the last
we are not the worst
we are not the best
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life is not in need of us
it is here you see the dead fly
it is here you see the dead fly
striped pants
and the burdock red downs
and you can run
it is here you must run
there is a fast pace
a slow pace
a catch of breath
gasps
and hands to knees
fist wrapped throats
breath caught short
fast trapped and left behind
it is here the three piece lowers its eyes or raises them or spins a look to nothing
to something else
to anything
to miss the gaze of all and any
to spare itself admission and acknowledgment
and guilt is buried deeper
and forgotten
it is here hope finds no footing
it is here filth is righteousness
and it is draped in privilege bought through blood
stolen
wounds paid out on those unaware
those undeserving
those washed over by leaves and distain
it is here a tattered crumple’s slobbered drip wipes to denim pant
or cotton chest
a pea sized relief sighed and palmed
twisted plastic packed
palm to palm
bringing swift and sludging
a bottom
and an endless race
it is here there is gold
there is silver and flame
and there are spoons
and there are babies
it is here there is rust
and vomit and cracked bones
stretched faces
wrinkled dreams and dry eyes
silk and silken
it is here road maps read like crimson
and waves build to break
and lay exhausted in shivers
and swaddled damp
frothing muffled screams
dismissal piling scattered to the sidewalk’s abrupt end
it is here that buildings triumph downward with embedding force
and with elbows up drop dreams to corners
it is here that forgotten gathers
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some encouragement to walk slower and look closer
fade
time can be still
and you can still be
the bustle
and the hustle don’t know
and reminders
blanket stern
those charged
and those in charge
and now is when you step up
we step up
we step out
steps
leading leaps
bringing bounds
follows force
this is now
and this is you
and you are many
we
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that moment when you realize you don’t need any screens
because with it comes life
there is relevance
there is still a moment outside
and a still moment outside
here we find break from the mhz and refresh rates
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i think maybe we should remember something about space
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and something about pace
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recent
increase
in
mentions
after this
all things fall apart
calm color pop
it does not say how many “mentions” it took to raise the line to that height
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simplicity and some basics
a breath of paint
cracking white and grey
working off and late
this time it is space that surrounds
can we find
remember
once we have been
a fine line for stress
fire
this is
play
this is experimentation
here sits without silence
meaningless moving images
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