Collective Writings

[Data Holmes]

This stuff will most likely be old hat for those of you who dwell on other boards, but I'm posting it here anyway. As always, any comments, questions, suggestions, Et cetra are always welcomed and encouraged.

[Data Holmes]

The Witching Hour.

Ah, the witching hour. My favorite time. A point of peace.
Most are in bed, and the noise of daily life has abated. Replaced
by the gentile tranquility of night. The loudest noise being
the wind rustling the leaves in the trees, a noise heightened by
their dry fall nature. The smells fill their air, cool and crisp. If but
for some more moon light, it'd be perfect. The harvest moon the
most luxurious of all the full moons being a special occasion at
this time. Tonight a simple waning crescent, a sliver, a wisp of the
silver lunar glow. the last grasp before it slips into New, to be
reborn from the dark. Ah, a lone cricket chirps it's tune. The nights
musician.

I long for the night, for the full moon light, for the witching hour's
silence. I seek it out like a moth to a flame. Drawn in by it's simplicity
and scent. It's enveloping atmosphere. It is the perfect hour. Hidden
far away from the harshness of the midday, and the gray of twilight.
My heart belongs here. The only thing missing is the accompaniment
of another. A beat of unison with my chosen one. Somewhere out
there yet to be found. The sole missing element to this perfect picture.
the absent puzzle peace. But all is not lost, for I know. That someday
I will share this moment. And then my favorite hour will truly be perfect.

[Data Holmes]

The Velvet Embrace.


I sit here in the velvet embrace of yet another night. Some claim the night to be empty.
I defy you to make that claim. For the night is full. Full of thought. It's the time to
reflect, and turn inward. A time to let your mind expand beyond the daily confines of the
routine mundane. For in the depth of night, there is no distractions. Nothing to pull your
eye or ear with harsh reality. It is a time of fantasy for the soul. A time for flight. The
flight of your inner passions. You darkest desires. Your deepest fears, and your greatest
joys. Look upon your self and accept the embrace of the velveteen blanket of the night.

[Data Holmes]

Fluid trance

A simple feeling, of floating. You lay back and relax. You close your eyes,
and steady your breathing. Your ears slip below the surface, your world
goes silent. You've entered the fluid trance. Not asleep, not aware. Your
brain has traveled somewhere else. A new realm where time slows and
there isn't a care. It is intoxicating. You don't want to leave. You hear the
muffled sounds of your mother calling you. She's yelling that it's time to
go. Now you are away from the water, in a car. Days later you long for
that feeling. You call upon the bath but it isn't the same. You ask the shower
head, and it feels like rain. Little piercing blows from the droplet streams.
Not the fluid cushion you floated on the other day. You can't wait till your next
visit to that crystal lake, and once again enter the Fluid trance.

[Data Holmes]

Sadness, Part deux

The lone gripping tug at the heart string. The longing for another. Have I missed my shot?
I don't know. I hold to a glimmer of hope. Yet that glimmer has started to flicker like the
last wisps of candle flame before it dies out. I look to the unknown. I ask the darkness.
Pray to unseen gods. I don't expect a response. Year after year passes, and each passing
pulls another thread from the woven structure in my chest. Like a sweater untwining, So
now does my composure. It's purely selfishness that leads all this. The cold of solidarity
I've grown tired of. When will it be my time to find my one. It doesn't need to be perfect.
She doesn't even have to care for me. She could fake it for a time and it would fill this void
within me enough for me to survive. Stories of High School Love. Of successful marriages
and happy couples. Of sexual adventures with a partner or one night stand... Hearing the
tales kills me a little each time. Hearing the complaints at failed loves, the impassioned
speeches of how all one sex is so because of jilted love... Drives a flash of anger into the
slow numb of thunderous pain. Calling out those unworthy who still get to experience the
filling. Anger and question... The question. Why not me? When will my time be? Is there no
hope for me left. Is this what I have to look to, a life of pain, anger, and question. Is that
worth it. Is it worth to continue on... I don't know.

[Data Holmes]

Morning.


The Glaze, the haze, the lazy ways,
Where's my tea, my coffee, my drink de energy,
My eyes burn with morning ember,
My tongue swollen, my mouth like cotton.
It could be dawn or dusk, my brain does not know
Reality is still on the edge, wisping like sent on a breeze.

[Data Holmes]

Untitled 1

But what... but when...
How to do so when needed
How to do what needed when.
Ask but no answer, answer but no question
Question but no comprehension.
Listen, no talk. Talk, no meaning.

[Data Holmes]

The Sky at Night

When I look at the sky at night
I see the stars shining so bright
The moon is like a silver dollar
Before it rains it gets a collar
Sometimes when I forget to sleep
I stare at the sky so deep
As I watch in wonder
A star falls with the sound of thunder
As I sit there and watch in wonder of it all
My eyelids begin to fall.


The sky at Night II

When I look at the sky at night
I see the stars shining so bright
The full moon hung low
Like a sorrowful soul
Sometimes when I can not sleep
I stare at that night sky, so deep
I sit and watch in wonder
as a star falls with the clap of thunder
As I sit and stare, absorbed in the wonder of it all
At the cusp of twilight I hear the call
and into sleep I fall.

[Data Holmes]

Untitled 2


I sit. I sleep. I wake. I eat.
I drift through the day in a half existence.
A twilight of reality, routine replacing the need to think.
How to break free, but do I want to break free.
Is this unease I feel because of this complacency,
or because of my desire to break it.
It's far easier to destroy than to create.
What risk do I take going after the unknown.
To leap into the dark and hope for the best just because
I've grown bored with my daily existence.

It's always the unanswered, the open ended, which get to me. The question of which is worse, the dwelling of known or the thrill of unknown.

[Data Holmes]

Untitled III


The sweet vibration of the cat's purr
The rhythmic beat of the music score
The slow hum of thought in my head.
Silent night out the door, twilight glow in the room.
The world is asleep as I drift in mind land.
A blissful place of dreams and images,
Of fantasy and anti alike.
Lubricated with spirits and sleeplessness,
I travel the realm of my own mind.
Across the fields of light.
Along the shores of liquid crystal emotion.
Up the peaks and down the valleys of love and sadness.
Dream awake, Lucid awareness.
Entertainment beyond any made by another.

[RJDiogenes]

Thanks for Posting this stuff here. My favorites are still "The Witching Hour" and "The Sky At Night" I & II.

[Data Holmes]

Thanks for Posting this stuff here. My favorites are still "The Witching Hour" and "The Sky At Night" I & II.

Thank you RJ... And I do believe that you've commented on those two being your favorites before.

[RJDiogenes]

Yeah, those two really speak to me.

[Madeliaette]

My favs were witching hour and fluid trance.

[Data Holmes]

I have become death, destroyer of self
Bound by future fear and past regret
Depression sinking, the fall so near
Like a trip on a root, or off the chair scoot
Only plowing through the clay, like a blade of hope
Can push you through to the next day, only chance to cope

Traveling alone on the life road, nothing more than a companion wanted for the journey home
Family and aquatinted stand in the distance like trees, but no shade comes from their leaves
The sun sits high, delving out torment, like a cruel master.
To only be bathed in the glow of the love of lunar alabaster.