"Magic Barriers"

Magic goes straight to the area of truth, with a sense of sullen grimness, half choked, flushed red face of morning

Talk to me Rain-glowing without life, scattered impulses gather me, passionate  acts, our traditions rise

Friends are open  green hills, simple grace of importance, a friend with shoulders this rose morning

Half choked friends suffocated in convictions, hardened resolves friends are the recesses of memories hills

The past, shifted friends on adroit grounds, accosted  ideals, lampooned with cherished prejudices in bowed submissions

My  haunted mind friends, unearthly burden; a place for chill trepidation,  drank colorless care friend

 Desperate resolve of spirit friend, we conversed in fluency and nothing passed, only desperation

The walls have resolve , the universe- to a fundamental nothingness, as some human defect detected in some hollow moons rings

 Ironic words, flung-flushed out to some intolerably wind, the silence becomes given stare of difference rebounds

Looking at day-dreams, how I give my eyes to the demons of false glory and simple success, the same demon who rules too often

 Eyes with the gift of deep dark silences, eagle in his tracks trade eyes, acted in honors delicacy, sudden dreams we give

 Admiring visions dark silence comes, as friend loathsome listened in gazed intent, protestations held and than replies went

 Magics argumentative vague acceptance, only a smile only a smile, a smile into silence

Dribbling Words

Words dribbling down dissolve into nothingness or into a death; dragged by the pursuit of servitude , so electrifying...

I wonder at this elevated precedent, what will fade into insignificance or flower? forced into action, for there is insight into truth

For me,  I have never been addicted to flattery and keep to the adherence of this principle that is, to aspire to life or attempt to believe in life
Than the question of what is blind to demonstrations?  proof of the process or  argument for the proposition: show me how it works

What is the contribution to knowledge? The constrained oblivion we all have in common to humanity? our claim to perpetuity, than ?

I must state that being devoted to ideals have driven me to despair and seems at times to be doomed to a destruction

Life is an empowered act or more that some platitude given in extravagance. I have seen the intolerable truth of society, as invocation...

One can be oblivious to criticism or reason and still be opposed to innovation, that is to pander to prejudice and scorn

So-- I am left to conjecture obedience to conscience; this is my recourse to falsehood and repugnant to what will pass as justice to eternity

My life is a danger of deliberation allied with economy also some degree of exactness to be blinded with tears or teargas than burned with indignation

Compatible with freedom is not a consistent tradition of sorrow--for
Art is sometimes inconsistent with beauty more often kindle with enthusiasm than mingled with curious intoxicated processes