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

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

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

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 birds
The 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