Well Executed and Designed

Well Executed and Designed

A man is dispossessed or characterized as deprived of and delineated to having nothing of value, a extreme and worthless human as measured.
How arduous and perplexing a wordy discord of tested state so revealed to a discursive life , a subversive life or a divest state of mind.
This well executed and designed to the extreme is detrimental and detestable of the attention a human will be revealed to the state.
How subversive a disagreement can be this a loose ,but acuteness of the impossible. I live in unsympathetic perplexity of the facts.

With homage to high and lofty aspirations of freedom and justice , we are all have a susceptibility to a submissive culture or philosophy.With homage to high and lofty aspirations of freedom and justice, we all have a susceptibility to a submissive culture or philosophy.
As a humble and profuse but not a simple idle man of honors, a irresistible contemptible indignation of works that become words so indirect.

If originality is a force of nature than the habits of a incoherent and matchless originality is the only one I have. The issues are clear.
Who is willing to be clear and accurate, without being irritable to some or many? Any foresight become a willing feeling of knowing labors.
Education and imagination and the profundity of learning can be a procrastination of time and reluctant,deep veneration of a faith in a truth
Like stories and pictures that can only be a implacable representation of a resource ,not well-balance or dependable as reality was or solid
A superficial and shallow world inventive to the sublime or just consoling to the violence that shows the unreasonable this is dependable.

The assumption of time and conjecture to ponder and weigh, like some theatrical toils ,so obstinate that it provokes a inquisitive view .
The world is a hostile place for a blinded Artist and the homeless kind of diffident no tender world for the penniless poor of circumstance

The homeless is in torment of resentment , all others become the antagonistic kind of instigate the hatred to malice the insane of kind word
ll thing have a perplexities of enlightenment that bring a human reach of the infinitely subtle,a thing of coherent tints and bitter silents


What gray liquid horizons so intolerably tragic to the human anchorage that the strange winds of time are refreshing to the toiling mind
I was wondering in the careless joy of this festival of a judging animosities, only living in the dare eyes of spaces, so poignant as vistas

No language is excessive as the soft music of absurdity of this strangest of aberrations , that of words in general this absurdity stream lets.
Our memory plucked like some divine honor to a preternatural doom always mared to the minuteness of the eye and mind of idleness of moods
Hands become as wood and crypts of adversity to only be recoiled in the moments of utter idleness as some marching order to posterity
A new dream a new boarding out of patience , like a flash of tenderness in the eyes of a golden transfigured twilight , desolation pervades

For the blind it is submerged longing, a grief not gracious to the gact a disppointing sorrow ,bitterness and depression overshadow all
The peopled of the night a perpetual gloom and seclusion of distinction, pelted with thoughts peering the golden clouds ,only to bring rain

Only the metamorphosis of the soul bring from the depths of nothingness the pressing skyward wings of hostility have strings of enterprises
What rehabilitated and restored dignity and pride will ever be adherence to the treadmill of sacrificed time to oblivion, respect in futile air
Like some bird among the sacrificed ,scotched on a greedity outward beam of sadness, a paralysis and than a mask

If I was wrapped in a veil of a quivering smile and hurried eagerness , my blue-flint eyes would find the hands to see the perfect remorse.
A stony bare hand of strange surprise,wave in the vast gulfs of time and space so solemn and the activity in this deepening movements sing
The beauty a solitary hand beckoning with power and bound to languor in a kind of hell , to type no more ,no more to sing or to see the hand.


by Timothy Dougherty