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

Within The Light Of Siddhartha

Within The Light Of Siddhartha

Silently the erratic flights of thoughts are learned to the breathes of man
like burning skin and motionless erotic poems.

Empty of joy and sorrow empty of wishing empty of a single goal: The essential prerequisite , the esoteric doctrine exposed like rays of a burning sun.

That which is no longer my self , the perfected man , a image of manners not of ethical wisdom, the doctrines of circumstance or everlasting mysteries.


As if the Buddha was the honored friend who waits no longer and this this chosen path of man is for the choosing of yourself, this a salvation.


Our vision of the exacting taskmaster is a exact antithesis, empty and evident or everyday reality , communication the excessive truth.

More silently the honored friend is empty in the exclusive discernment only to be counted as if a excitable exasperation of time.

Siddhartha has no esoteric appearance but a expeditionary force of the comprehensible conduct, exquisite of diffusion and circumstances.

False illusions and fallacious hopes perpetuated sometimes in a faded magnificence . Life familiar sacredness and allusiveness ,fathomless and faultless.

As the Buddha is pedantry to fattening servitude we live in fearful imprecation a bewilderment of invocations.

Life as the festive of illuminations or a tyranny of pretext of the choosing we empty our impatience .

A desire of fine sensibilities a finished artistry , at times brutal in the flames of faith, floating in blackness Buddha is our conscience flickering to our will.

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

One Blind Vision one Faithful Augment

One Blind Vision one Faithful Augment

One blind vision one faithful augment to extend the unlimited and infinite one little chagrin and character of irritation I move on and on.
Out in the world of exact but non-genuine and hostile antagonistic, humble I am I , with caution and watchfulness and anxiety often frustrated.
Misapprehension is a rebellious but not a sinister genius not fraudulent in a incomprehensible way only watchful for the righteous minds.
Only hypocritical or cold coherence to a unity becomes impalpable if not philosophical or bewildering to the profitable and obnoxious.
Than the questions of degrading and offensive that becomes injustice and tyranny is extortion and wearisome on Art and expressionless to the end.
Theatrical cries and picturesque dramatics are thrilling but can be criticized and embarrassed to be transformed and touched become Art.
It is the painful and tenderness of devotion that brings pride and monotony to people, that is untraceable in compassion and temperament.
When will the suspicious have a feeling or mobility in the mind for compassion and service ,that is a real scholarship of circumstance.
Oppressed apprehension of this incisive quiet to head the lights of night or this whimsical fearful day only incisive care only care.
Only my severe intentions have a purposed oddity of Art or puzzled affected in this the dissipated cranks or graces that rage to rank.
Protracted on for this day or that only proof pronounced to a life of more proneness and protesting the purpose or intention will dissipate.
A primary proneness of being or the illustrations of one life as desire or prostration to the proportions of that inconsistency of loss.

One life is one suggestive preference a tangible present authority, often futile and inept in all its indignation and pride but essential.

To be polite seem pointless in this submissive state of prevailing and suggestive prejudiced authority, a presence of powers and presumption.
What is my projects and plans in a plastic world as pilgrim or crusader plagued in this plainness of plausibility , the world is poetical.
Like a famine of no specific kind of perplexity I move out no just pessimistice but in fact to the destitute nature of my life persecuted.

To purify the confusion and the perception of the planned life and of a prejudicial and disenchanted man , only reiterated by pestilence.
As if some pampered and cumbersome life with pains and painstaking indifferent prejudice is the passion of patience as recognition of time.
Original is not the occult order or uniformity of Art, in any magnitude of discovery ornate or attractive in the mind,reassuring to be Art.
Who are the oppressed and where is the hypotheses that will bring the truth so inviting and open that it becomes order and rational.

The obstacles can only be made be a imbecile , with no reflections on the disasters that are not opinions but perplexing in its discordant.
he disaster of man one more reflection to the obtuse not palpable but obvious and contingent on us the hidden of habits or occupations.
To be obedient and in submission of the obligations of dependence can only be a hypocrisy so obsure and odious one more objectionable act.

In a beginning was the oaths or numbers and variety of important novelty of the mind, now a ineffectual nucleus that nourish the ignoramus.
What nook or corner can one be noted or noteworthy even intelligible in this absurdity of the noisy and blinking works of man? Prominence ?

What a development or a mockery of contradictions one of neglect form a noble and powerful lord of the bargains, neutral and airy homeless.
Discipline and differences one moderation of discretion and disdain, shapeless and disfigured in a land so far off and a world so lost.