Admiration is a unresentful dispostion of distrust of the spirit its unrelenting emphasis on the forfeit of pretense of the self or sameness
I feel a unparalleled error in my philosophical character a unprofitable craft unobtrusive in the display of lack of platitudes , I center
What is unjust? a universal and uninstructed view or sentiment , unimpassioned activity of the uninterrupted process of a systems laborers
The homeless are a uniformed blending sentiment unimpeachable in the process of unjust depreciation a unimaginable bitterness, unhesitations
I have no flag , unforced and unseen and unfettered in liberty. The unforgivable tragedy is my unfolding consciousness a unflagging truth
This in my silence is the undisturbed the authenticity of scrutiny the unending exactions that we energies in hills of silence, undistracted
What is unconditioned? a uncomfortable doubt or attractive patience of serenity one mor demeanor of unconscious serenity , a task a side
I am unbeaten and beaten with unbiased judgment no consooation no perfection a unassailable position unapproached in this mountain reserved
It is in the shadow of a typical day that a revelation is in saction in this a ultrafashionablle world of some lost bearings, I unadorned
One tragic touch one more lost treasured possession one more treacherous intelligence ot overcome too transcendent transfiguring of the self
The road to some titanic tireless curiosity the faculties of indifference or touching pathos of innocence one mor tortured thought to view
what is a thirsting ear but a eye that has been blinded to a thoughtful silence the images of rage or impulse always threatened the pathway
The terse realism is a thankless document and a conviction only tentative in attention my memory is to see the good over the terrifying
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Apathy
Apathy by Timothy Dougherty
Fame and others dissipate in a exhaustive superficial blending of silence and apathy into the chill of memory
Ideas crumbled to dust so many fragments of words driven into our servitude dragged into death
As fashion decay and fade into insignificance or just frozen into form hushed into silence or into truth
Plunged into dispair change merge into character and charactors pass into oblivion
One thing is common to humanity a claim thurh of destruction doomed to failure and platitudes ground to progress
Fame and others dissipate in a exhaustive superficial blending of silence and apathy into the chill of memory
Ideas crumbled to dust so many fragments of words driven into our servitude dragged into death
As fashion decay and fade into insignificance or just frozen into form hushed into silence or into truth
Plunged into dispair change merge into character and charactors pass into oblivion
One thing is common to humanity a claim thurh of destruction doomed to failure and platitudes ground to progress
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
The Face of Conflict
The Face of Conflict
Empty words ,empty talk dwarfed limbs of rain and hardened lips the ambitions of marble
A store-house of anecdotes ,emulators of the time and place that catastrophes became beasten to the ground
The unaccountably curled statements,filled with smiles,links dissolved with one sigh than solicitude
Any measurable strenght was scattered on the road to wisdom, where stumbling ignorance sought a gathering
One more coaxing tongue stumbled vaguely into a silent darkened room as profound questions leapt to light
Over the white sheet curiosity is counseled the secret of exitence, as empty words become empty ornamentations
Sheets with decision and stern lines are dismissed in the shadows, as the face of decision is caught abruptly in truth
The face of conflict , gravely authoritative gaze to the prehensible small hands now unconquerable
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Outreached Hand
Outreached Hand ~Timothy Dougherty
Sometimes we, the enchanted ones;with that gleam in our eyes, the ones with the smell of vague thoughts and low voice in tune with ethereal
We the vanishing ones , in the night drifting or just afloat like a leaf on the wet streets , a flush of the wind and rain and we are gone
Some walk by and coins or real folding money fall down, on to some tangled forest swept tangled hair, a "thank-you" and gone to a new home
The storm-tossed ship ,that we call life is just the life broke up, like a great river's ice at touch of the new spring , the air like wine
We seem to be all just like icicles tapering in the cold air,silent sheeted dead, all things beautiful will drift away like drops in waters
Icicles the flight of a million arrows, headed to earth ,the anxiety hung in the dark unconscious ,the unexpected is ideal as any frail body
A thoughts tears glistened as vibrations create the unpleasing strain, first like a tear the siver, glistened than the sunshine into rain
The cold hands come to welcome, comes to heal the blows of sound the stars fill the silence softly like a smile white robed clouds gathers
We play as sand plays at seashore, that drinks in steady the pluging rain at drifted seashores,filling in the silence with out reached hand
Sometimes we, the enchanted ones;with that gleam in our eyes, the ones with the smell of vague thoughts and low voice in tune with ethereal
We the vanishing ones , in the night drifting or just afloat like a leaf on the wet streets , a flush of the wind and rain and we are gone
Some walk by and coins or real folding money fall down, on to some tangled forest swept tangled hair, a "thank-you" and gone to a new home
The storm-tossed ship ,that we call life is just the life broke up, like a great river's ice at touch of the new spring , the air like wine
We seem to be all just like icicles tapering in the cold air,silent sheeted dead, all things beautiful will drift away like drops in waters
Icicles the flight of a million arrows, headed to earth ,the anxiety hung in the dark unconscious ,the unexpected is ideal as any frail body
A thoughts tears glistened as vibrations create the unpleasing strain, first like a tear the siver, glistened than the sunshine into rain
The cold hands come to welcome, comes to heal the blows of sound the stars fill the silence softly like a smile white robed clouds gathers
We play as sand plays at seashore, that drinks in steady the pluging rain at drifted seashores,filling in the silence with out reached hand
Friday, January 22, 2010
Moldy Doctrine
Rain comes and is gone a momentary discomfiture ,nothing like the pause that the doctrine of conditions people call home .The Moldy Doctrine
People in the absurdity of mind look to the sky and not into the samesness, not the monastic sameness ,but the institutional momentous one
Within the moment of one drop of rain the moral obliquity comes in silence moody gray to wash away the mortal affront the coldness appears
We see rain or hear rain as it yet was some nautical venture a nauseous dose of the natural world or shortcommins our native incompetence
The rains came as a depression a scheme of uncertainty of necessary change, What is necessary is negligible in quantity in the mists of time
The neutral opponent holds little in the nerveless hand , but perplexites of allowance to the literary and artistice abjects in hands cold
So what is logical in the hands of numb and cold of rains passion? Loyal to the rain loving and reverential the devoted call loud RAIN RAIN
One who has climed to clean waters have seen above eternal snowline and have been striped bare as by a stream of locusts
The quit breathless pale ghost cold hands and colder heart only warm with adorations of a mothers child . Finding a vast river unfailing
The source of sleep falls like a shallow stream in mans eyes , the unfailing source is swift as the thoughts of one drop
A blast of tears from the skies , this the easiest ways to learn as the Pharaoh set his star ,this as unapproachable within life
The soul is like wine as the water-lily looks to love and truth ,beneath a sky beheld great Babel, and blood-red clouds will bring a new
By Timothy Dougherty
People in the absurdity of mind look to the sky and not into the samesness, not the monastic sameness ,but the institutional momentous one
Within the moment of one drop of rain the moral obliquity comes in silence moody gray to wash away the mortal affront the coldness appears
We see rain or hear rain as it yet was some nautical venture a nauseous dose of the natural world or shortcommins our native incompetence
The rains came as a depression a scheme of uncertainty of necessary change, What is necessary is negligible in quantity in the mists of time
The neutral opponent holds little in the nerveless hand , but perplexites of allowance to the literary and artistice abjects in hands cold
So what is logical in the hands of numb and cold of rains passion? Loyal to the rain loving and reverential the devoted call loud RAIN RAIN
One who has climed to clean waters have seen above eternal snowline and have been striped bare as by a stream of locusts
The quit breathless pale ghost cold hands and colder heart only warm with adorations of a mothers child . Finding a vast river unfailing
The source of sleep falls like a shallow stream in mans eyes , the unfailing source is swift as the thoughts of one drop
A blast of tears from the skies , this the easiest ways to learn as the Pharaoh set his star ,this as unapproachable within life
The soul is like wine as the water-lily looks to love and truth ,beneath a sky beheld great Babel, and blood-red clouds will bring a new
By Timothy Dougherty
Monday, January 11, 2010
Willing Wings To Cherish
Willing Wings To Cherish by Timothy Dougherty
Apocalyptic tales our stories like a beast it bites,so benighnant eyes of flickering candles in gray minds kisses the heart and dies
The job of anyone burnt out like clouds in the silent heaven the chains lengthens behind it drags on the life the substance of child at play
The trees that stag's antlers are the same that fixed the stars they are altered there values to silver and dust to truths so perfect
The souls of men like the walls of great seas live like creatures in walls of pain The upcast wing of the souls of light uplifting stony peak
The souls startled into astonishment deprive themselves forever and forever are assumed to last as our illustration of proof so briefly
We who are assembly have the sentiments for the rest not the foregoing of the wall of time now constituted but memory to compare the moments
There was a wall of digression one of the outcast the outset of time to state our inquiry that moment or notion so solemn assured within us
In the walls we are not deceived our interest are things as they may our moments bearing and attempting to the point of question of being
Opinion like hunger being persuaded by special matters speaking to our minds holding the hands no one can say speaking but inviations bidden
the wall has openings and possibilities deserves the stones for admittings and here arise no further to wings emotions pass over head
The words willing come form the walls from my own experiences . I can at least say, the willing wings to cherish the hope and promise
Apocalyptic tales our stories like a beast it bites,so benighnant eyes of flickering candles in gray minds kisses the heart and dies
The job of anyone burnt out like clouds in the silent heaven the chains lengthens behind it drags on the life the substance of child at play
The trees that stag's antlers are the same that fixed the stars they are altered there values to silver and dust to truths so perfect
The souls of men like the walls of great seas live like creatures in walls of pain The upcast wing of the souls of light uplifting stony peak
The souls startled into astonishment deprive themselves forever and forever are assumed to last as our illustration of proof so briefly
We who are assembly have the sentiments for the rest not the foregoing of the wall of time now constituted but memory to compare the moments
There was a wall of digression one of the outcast the outset of time to state our inquiry that moment or notion so solemn assured within us
In the walls we are not deceived our interest are things as they may our moments bearing and attempting to the point of question of being
Opinion like hunger being persuaded by special matters speaking to our minds holding the hands no one can say speaking but inviations bidden
the wall has openings and possibilities deserves the stones for admittings and here arise no further to wings emotions pass over head
The words willing come form the walls from my own experiences . I can at least say, the willing wings to cherish the hope and promise
Avaricious Eyes Of Man
"Avaricious Eyes Of Man " by Timothy Dougherty c 2010
So abrupt a irrevocable the outright absolute is the soul of rock and stone she test time and mans need to create anew.Her soul quest true
So abundant the epithets set to the tone of men , he absurdly set the words , as apologetic so abysmally academic . We rigor in her world
With the wings of dangerous progress man see her accessible womb as his accessory of circumstance ,as the wings see all from afar
Stone so accommodating to mans burden her soul break the hearts time the winds of war and agents of his accomplishments with ease
The desire of stone and her accursed enemy ,with his aching desire accustomed to his acquired need turn to dust ,to sand and effect
Over all stones the wings see the wings know adverse the indifference and affectionate approval makes not the wings mind affirmative to man
Man with his aimless confusion thinks he create but the wings with brevity understand the making of Gods splendor to allied subjects give
Wings are not allied to the stone but the all-pervading influence of God and man and the stones alluring idleness of life as suggestions
So pedestrian within his stone cities so amazing artifice his ambiguous projects , man learns little and understands less of the God greed
The arch conspirators have imposed the darkness so aptly that no man can see the approving lights,the appropriate roads are build and closed
The stones the rocks the building of man so audacious attested to the augmented force of natures laws the wings tribunal austere critic calls
Wings has ascetic devotion with aspiring genius the ascribed productiveness of man is ascending to darkness enshrined sacrifice atoning
Man is blind and dumb to moment and words only authentic to his wants, he builds without exchange or empathy
So abrupt a irrevocable the outright absolute is the soul of rock and stone she test time and mans need to create anew.Her soul quest true
So abundant the epithets set to the tone of men , he absurdly set the words , as apologetic so abysmally academic . We rigor in her world
With the wings of dangerous progress man see her accessible womb as his accessory of circumstance ,as the wings see all from afar
Stone so accommodating to mans burden her soul break the hearts time the winds of war and agents of his accomplishments with ease
The desire of stone and her accursed enemy ,with his aching desire accustomed to his acquired need turn to dust ,to sand and effect
Over all stones the wings see the wings know adverse the indifference and affectionate approval makes not the wings mind affirmative to man
Man with his aimless confusion thinks he create but the wings with brevity understand the making of Gods splendor to allied subjects give
Wings are not allied to the stone but the all-pervading influence of God and man and the stones alluring idleness of life as suggestions
So pedestrian within his stone cities so amazing artifice his ambiguous projects , man learns little and understands less of the God greed
The arch conspirators have imposed the darkness so aptly that no man can see the approving lights,the appropriate roads are build and closed
The stones the rocks the building of man so audacious attested to the augmented force of natures laws the wings tribunal austere critic calls
Wings has ascetic devotion with aspiring genius the ascribed productiveness of man is ascending to darkness enshrined sacrifice atoning
Man is blind and dumb to moment and words only authentic to his wants, he builds without exchange or empathy
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
The Cry Of The Sea-Bird In The Wind
The Cry Of The Sea-Bird In The Wind
I was now down at the ocean the other day and had some bread , was eating and feeding the birds , the small one and some large sea birdsThe bench I was on was looking to the sea the the bird sat across looking to me ,I would send out a small piece of bread on the ground
than some of the sea birds started to fly over my head and stop, hovering so I throw up a piece of bread and the bird got it and few off
this started a change of events now one sea bird after another few up over my head , they stopped and waited for me and the bread than the next
one after another the change of event started some birds stoped and missed the prize and went this side or that than came the next so on
and so on until the bread was gone, was nice to see the birds wings out and over me I could look up into the bird face and eyes and see
the birds were safe in the air but needed the food , not having to be on the ground we just had a understanding the exchange was each bird had a feeling giving me something respect for what they are and what they need we I was not just throwing them something I was showing understanding what giving was and being given back respect by the birds for respecting them.
Sometimes murmurs floats into the air like fate as a dead leaf reasonably demands returning to a tree or the cry of the sea-bird in the wind
by Timothy Dougherty
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