Diary of Dissonance
Sunday, August 13, 2023
Tuesday, July 25, 2023
Stars In The Water: Part II
He grabbed the doorknob, twisted, and practically threw the door open.
Kevin jumped straight up off his futon, so swiftly and in a manner which reminded Dillon of a startled cartoon cat. The girl next to him squealed and recoiled her legs in towards herself, while reflexively chucking the game controller she'd been holding, straight at Dillon's head.
Kevin pulled off his over-the-ear gaming headphones. "What the hell, dude?" he asked, annoyed. "You trying to make Jenn piss?"
Dillon was embarrassed and taken aback a little. He paused . . . " Oh, uh, hey . . . .do you know where Mari went?"
He prayed for all of one second, for a logical, banal brand of answers, knowing it was useless.
"The hell do you mean? She was waiting for you." Jenn answered.
Dillon's head filled with panicked worry. However, trying to explain, let alone having them believe even half of a word seemed even more impossible than the reality he was sorting through in his head; worried half-dead.
They stared at him, waiting for some sort of explanation. Clearly, his face was speaking. No point in arousing their worry too, he thought, unsure of the form or actions it might take. They couldn't possibly help.
"Don't worry. Nothing. Sorry," he answered, pretty unconvincingly.
He slammed the door as he turned and hurried back into Mari's room. Looking around the disheveled bathroom, he tried to convince himself that there was a totally reasonable explanation, he just needed to calm down so he could realize it - if he could just piece it all together.
There was a glimmer of light by his feet, which caught his eye. Briefly, he reflected it must be the flicker of a dying candle. But, no. The candles were all out now, and most of them, wet. Then, he thought, the ambient moonlight from the window must be reflecting in the water on the floor. But, no. It was a moonless night and the historic district strictly only used a tasteful amount of streetlamps no brighter than oil-fueled antiques.
He marveled at it for an entrancing moment - lost. Then, his attention was caught with real affect. The light in the puddle was no reflection, he realized, with wonder and dread. He crouched down for a closer look. It was as if ultra high-pigment black ink had been spilled onto the tiles. This was not because of the darkness and shadows in the bathroom. No. This was much darker than lightless water. It was void; and, to his horror & disbelief, as he studied the small puddle of fathomless depths, he saw distant stars flickering in the blackness spilled upon the floor.
Thursday, May 25, 2023
Wednesday, May 24, 2023
Monday, May 8, 2023
Stygian Rails
It was the sickly curdling of my stomach that first rudely escorted me into any outskirts of consciousness. My heartbeat could be felt in my trembling hands, which stung wildly from fresh scrapes and cuts. My eyelids fluttered and struggled; my head aching with a trauma currently eluding me. But it was the burn – the caustic, almost sandy burn invading my throat and nostrils which painfully delivered the ambivalent news that I was, in fact, still living.
A dizzy, drowsy sense inundated my being. My head was not sitting surely atop my neck, but felt as though tethered by rope; it drooped and lightly swung to and fro, searching for sure north. Shifting my weight back onto my hands, I felt the cut of countless cold, damp, stoney edges and knew that I was resting upon a bed of jagged gravel.
Through the cracks formed by my weary, uncooperative eyelids, I dimly made out a distant tree line. So thick was this fog that it nearly obfuscated the sight of the trees entirely; so heavy, it left chilled dew on my face. The mist floated on the air and cooled the pervading aches. It was a small peace.
I barely had a second to dwell on the cool dampness, when an utterly shocking blaring of a horn sent a sudden, yet familiar wave of fright through my chest. I felt my breath trying to retreat back down into my lungs, and a piercing light screamed at my eyes.
Move . . . Move! . . . MOVE!!!
I forced myself up onto my left knee and an instinctual panic flung me from the place where I had mysteriously awoken. Before I had a chance to identify the source of my terror and reflex, I landed harshly on the cold, slick rush of a lightly snow-dusted hillside. The wind was knocked from me, as I reached the bottom of this short slope. Scrambling to my feet, I hurried to turn around. I looked up the hill and stood in disbelief, watching a long string of train cars pass by, traversing the hill from which I fell. My lips quivered to beat my darting eyes, following the passing cars and scanning my dread thoughts for phantom memories that may reveal the truth of my current situation.
It was then that my frantic, unsuccessful inquiry was interrupted by a soul-piercing howl. There, through the passing wheels, illuminated by the soft glow of a plump moon, was the pitch-dark figure of a man; his eyes were as smoldering orbs of ashen volcanic magma. His cruel stare took my heart into its grasp. I thanked the veiled stars in the sky that the rolling wall of train cars halted his grasp from actuality. The movement behind and around him drew my attention to the pack of flesh-hungry hounds backing him.
I looked to my right and instantly lost hold of that sense of relief; I could see the caboose of the train coming into sight! My feet acted before my mind could. They grew wings and bid me flee! Across the muddy field behind me I fled, with such haste that I couldn’t be sure if my feet were even touching the ground. I darted for the shadowed tree line. . . .
Saturday, April 8, 2023
Thursday, April 6, 2023
Writing Like Neil
Monday, April 3, 2023
Tuesday, March 28, 2023
Friday, March 24, 2023
Thursday, March 23, 2023
Death Sows a Bright Seed
"Death Sows A Bright Seed" Poem and all drawings by D. © |
Hello. Fancy meeting you here.
. . .oh, wait . . . I probably invited you. Well, thanks for coming by.
Kind regards to all you web surfers & poem lovers!
~ dissonant D.
Sunday, March 19, 2023
Friday, March 17, 2023
Worlds of Wonder
Sunday, March 12, 2023
Friday, March 10, 2023
Monday, March 6, 2023
Sunday, March 5, 2023
3.5.23
Saturday, February 25, 2023
Friday, February 24, 2023
"Wavelength" by D.
Oh, did I forget to mention that I also had the ending to a song finally find its way into my brain . . . so I finished putting this piece together. It's the first from a new bunch.
enjoy!!
Friday, February 17, 2023
Friday, February 10, 2023
Saturday, February 4, 2023
"The Moon Lit Our Path" by Tempel (instrumental)
Keep a keen eye ahead when wandering the woods alone
Friday, February 3, 2023
excerpt from Lunar Sonatina
from the opening segment of a Beethoven Sonatina for Double Bass...but phhhaaaased, man. ✌️
Friday, January 27, 2023
A Portrait
Saturday, January 21, 2023
Friday, January 20, 2023
"Dumb" by Garbage
I've got to keep myself together You know I hate to disappoint A masochistic lamb to slaughter Maybe you miss the point? I'm feeling small I'm climbing the walls I don't let it show Now that you know what you know I bet you wish you could let it go You'll never come sucking your thumb Better off dumb Maybe I could write a letter To help me with my self-esteem You should get to know me better No one's ever what they seem I'm feeling small Climbing the walls I don't let it show Now that you know what you know I bet you wish you could let it go You'll never come sucking your thumb Better off dumb You still don't know what you think of me You still don't know what you need from me You still don't know what to make of me You still don't know what you think of me Now that you know what you know I bet you wish you could let it go You'll never come sucking your thumb Better off dumb Now that you know what you know You're going to reap what you sow Nothing will come sucking your thumb Better off dumb You still don't know what you think of me You still don't know what you need from me You still don't know what to make of me You still don't know what you see in me You still don't know what you think of me
You still don't know what I think of me
You still don't know what you think of me."
Wednesday, January 18, 2023
Monday, January 16, 2023
Thursday, January 12, 2023
1.12.23
The path suddenly narrows,
as it is revealed,
so clearly
that unconditional love
is the road
to my personal hell.
Like a fool,
I skipped it merrily,
unaware that my feet
had begun to bleed
&
oblivious to the peril,
I kept on,
ignorantly steadfast.
I can’t tell
the difference
between road rage
and heartbreak
anymore.
How
could such a
straight path
get me
so lost?
Wednesday, January 11, 2023
"Miyamoto Musashi - How To Build Your Self Discipline"
"The antidote for pleasure (seeking) is meaning." *parentheses, mine
Sunday, January 8, 2023
1.8.23
Those days you feel like utter crap, but still just have to do something which can be construed as "productive" . . .
yeah. I'm there. Been sick since just after the new year. No surprise there, I suppose. 🤷😂
practicing with my calligraphy and German today, cuz I can stay in one place: on my ass👌
Monday, January 2, 2023
1.2.23
I am working on finally writing out some melodies and other musical ideas, hummed and whatnot onto a voice recorder, into my notation software. Pleasantly pleased with this first one, and it's unintentional melodic displacement.
right on right on
I also just went ahead and got that whole Microsoft Office lot of apps. I really don't like subscription services, and prefer to own a thing, outright, but what can ya do when other word processors don't have what you need?...and you're a writer...plus, I figured I'd fiddle around with some other included items.
So anyhow...first book of the year: a winter wonderland, oh boy! 😬
Dreamcatcher, by Stephen King
This will be the 17th book by Mr. King I will have read, over the past 4yrs. It's hard to imagine that I hadn't considered reading his work before then. Just doesn't make sense to me now.
I read the first 300 or so pages the other day and, so far, it runs closely parallel with the movie. This is good.
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written by D. The vividness of color was spectacular. Lambent bristles of a fine brush, and skilled hands seemed to have imbued the pi...
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"Death Sows A Bright Seed" Poem and all drawings by D. © Hello. Fancy meeting you here. . . .oh, wait . . . I probably invi...
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“Most of what passes for legitimate entertainment is inferior or foolish and only caters to or exploits people's weaknesses. Avoid bein...
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He grabbed the doorknob, twisted, and practically threw the door open. Kevin jumped straight up off his futon, so swift...
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The torture of practicing an exciting piece of music painfully slow, so that you learn it correctly and will be prepared to perform it ...
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At sunset, on a certain eve, the toxic enchantment of the elusive and(lord, I wish) mythical Souls' Cap mushroom releases its po...
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You think with them , speak with them, praise with them, kill with them. WORDS Express with them, conjure and preach with them. ...
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Who ever thought that being happy to be married, have a baby, and proud to cook for my loving family would be considered "counter-cultu...
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Pacify, pacify all these violent thoughts. But betrayal keeps them burning and it's hard to turn them off. Crucify, crucify...