Silence Barriers

"Silence Barriers"

by Timothy Dougherty

Magic to go straight to the area, with a sense of size and sullen grimness, being half choked with the flush of morning

Talk to me Rain so glowing and without life the scattered impulses you gather me, passionate act, our traditions

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

Half choked friends suffocated in their convictions and hardened resolves, friends are the recesses of our memory

The past as the shifted friends on adroit grounds, accosted ideas and ideals, lampooned with cherished prejudices and bowed submissions

My mind is haunted with friends the unearthly burden of life or just a place for chill trepidation, friends drank of naught colorless care

It is often with desperate resolve of spirit, we conversed in fluency and nothing passed, only desperation

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

So ironic words, flung and flushed out to some intolerably wind, as the silence becomes intolerably given stare of diffidence rebounds

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

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

With admiring vision the dark silence comes, as friend loathsome and listened in gazed intent as protestations held and than replies went

In life the regimental vague acceptance becomes only a smile only a smile, a smile

Lumen Leonine

Lumen Leonine


Footsteps receptivity impertinence

latent skys lashing scorns breath

leaden steps of freedom rest


Leaping ambitions smiles lightly

leisurely shadows lengthening

leonine breath questioning

Lighting glares twilight stares

fixed tenderness liquid light

she moves with the night

2011

2011

I end as I began peculiar satisfactions, I earnestly speak as themselves of human spirits. The spiritual substances, minds human pleasure

Reality is meant as affecting orderly and distinct and not of fictions of the mind perceiving ,the sense of the sun doubt the whether

We are the distinct the mind perceiving ,affecting not fictions ,real beings of principles , I end as I began... qualities without mind

The accidents that misrepresent are accused in the extennsion, weight the sensible star or the mundane the idea of the imagine by nights end


I start as I began. the common discourse the acknowledge that we take away never existence even in the imagination accused acknowledged

We eat and drink ideas as qualities common clothed in ideas we walk far wrong not to think ,you will often hear but to apply the accidents

I start as I began...to warn you to think the possible the unfair reasoning and to obliged in this to dwell ,therefore to wonder centain



Much between difference, the truth of proposition of truth, words perceive the softness, the colour, taste, warmth, figure the difference


I start as I began. I readily grant it , this the objects or things the sound the harsher difference the palliate to seek the truth clothed

Lets pretend to propose in time the question in a moment ,the evidence is discredit the senses, you believe the plausible that prevails


It is perceived with mistrust, I need to remind you of the course , to deny the existence of anythings is percieved as plausible ,chose than

I start as I began. Ideas the answers burnt ,ideas are pain of the course ,deny the mind unperceiving more that its idea the instance


Considered the dream perceived off in the great distance ,the existence only in the mind ,the external space ,the bodies of existing near



I start as I began -Going blind and afterwards made to see O < I saw the mind at a Distance The i dea


The objects of sense exist only when perceived and created in question or disguise in the moment of annihilation we fail to admire truth


Language govering incumbent upon the moment of all the furniture in the room is reduced to nothing and again created in defence of moments


I start as I began, I choose not to consume the possible , fabric framed the continual creation to all hand on light and colour the moment

the sight and the touch in contrary, I mean the futher absurd impute as prognostices of the images the external things in delusion believed

I start as I began. Perceive and close the truth, existing nowhere without the mind in consideration in the distance a clearing, the visible

The advocate of existence of matter is never certain, yet we acknowledge the percieved urged upon you as angles emphatice stressed inference

I acknowledged that one exist nowhere else ,the mind as objected. Answers or matter really exist ,but as the induction to substance

I end as I start. Objections, and the consequence of life and mind, the manners of purpose, the easily mentioned the never understood

I start as I began. Imaginging the believe of the words we settled the opinion of the unthinking being, the senseless,..the cause, the Act



by Timothy Dougherty

Admiration

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

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

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

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