Abstraction

The night of apocalyptic vision, arrested development for a aspiring genius just to ascribed productiveness, long assembled arguments

Life is one awkward dilemma at best, this axiomatic truth, battered witticism, bravely vanquished in the dark of night, a brooding peace

A cataclysmic element ceaselessly remarked, as ghostly apparitions, gladiatorial exercises that give citation and allusion for night

rippled and maimed, crises and struggles a critical crime and misdemeanor to be crowned and sceptered as in life deep and subtle conduct

One momentous pause moody silence no multitudinous mundane importance. Lost in murky recesses hands in a neighboring mists nerveless hands

this a numbed stillness lost in makeshift occasional flights of olive grayness oratorical displays. With painstaking paroxysmal outburst

I feel sometimes like all meda is no more than predatory writers just a pregnant hint.  Preliminary assumption are prepossessing appearance

The mind is like a lonely wild summer sky with incessant play of fireworks as thin faint songs when the wind wearily sighs a clap of thunder

Today like an angel's wings opened into a furnace, motionless and fierce as fires to collapse as if by enchantment perfume and pure as prayer

Moving more like some great express train, roaring, flashing, on a track of pure and endless light, only to be a knight worn by conflict

Daisies rest in hamlets as if jeweled objects, high and radiant an oceans with dark gentle sounds of stillness landscaped

Today like an angel's wings opened into a furnace,  motionless fierce fires to collapse as if by enchantment and pure as prayer

What seraphic shadowy abstraction resting on a shore-less sea,solid knowledge knows no substance, solemn soulless mechanism.

"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

Willing Wings To Cherish

                                             Willing Wings To Cherish

Apocalyptic tales- our stories like a beast it bites,  benignant eyes of flickering candles in gray minds kisses the heart and dies-

The job of anyone, the burnt out, like clouds in the silent heaven, the chains lengthens behind it drags-on, life is the substance of children at play

The trees that are stag's antlers, the same that fixed the stars and altered there values to silver and dust, as to truths so perfect

The souls of men like the walls of great seas live there life like creatures in walls of pain they up cast wings of the souls of light uplifting to stony peaks

The souls startled into astonishment deprive themselves forever and forever are assumed to last as our illustrations,  proof so briefly

We who are assembly have sentiments, for the rest not the foregoing of the wall of time now constituted memory to compare the moments

There was a wall of digression; one of the outcast, the outset of time to state our inquiry  of that moment or notion so solemn assured within us

In the walls we are not deceived, our interest are things- our moments bearing and attempting to the point of question of being

Opinions like hunger being persuaded by special matters, speaking to our minds holding  hands, no one can say speaking but invocations bidden

Walls openings and possibilities deserves, stones for admitting and here arise no further- 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



by Timothy Dougherty

The Unremembered Winter

The unremembered winter, he the unrelaxing, unremitting toil, that frosty soul of thoughts. Gloom dwelt like ambitious fires

Winter nights deepened in every breath of air, far into the night. Sleep unfolds like white birds give chill breath of winter

Winter dreams of poets like music, swift winter's broken billows on an unseen shore darking sounds like breakers sound no more

As the year ends, looking back it has been a year for you to think on-much in life that teach us

Like angels wings winter hands turning Heaven's breath, mute and blind faded eyes lost moons deep in some enchanted forest

Frozen River

Frozen River
Frozen time
Magic moments ...

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 untolerably 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 admining vision the dark silence comes, as friend losthsome and listened in gazed intent as protestations held and than replies went
 
In life the argumental vague acceptance, only a smile only a smile, a smile

Humanity Must Rule

Humanity must rule as operative principle for social justice and to reduce inequality for services and products. Virtue.

This means the services of our society, that of property, labor and education we exchange by taxation must be our balance and economics.

Equalizing our economic conditions as well as our possessions. This as pure economic reforms for political, economic, and social equality.

Justice must be the center of economic equality for our social reforms. Rights for Labor and its division, equalizing wage and product.

We have the right for political equality, in this we must create economic equality. We need to have equality between interest and service.

All people have Capacities, born equal created inequality only by circumstance of society. We have natural capcity and skills as individuals.

The capitalist exploiter are the agents of corruption and of servitude, parasites and social public functionaries. Liberty and Equality.

When we have one quality of citizens, not the distinction of caste system of capitalist and laborers the enslaved serfs of inequality.

When we have political equality there will be no economic inequality. This is the realization of inequality within our society..

Intellectual inequality is political inequality and this being economic inquality of the human condition. Economic inequality is political.

But what is Inequality? Economic, Social or psychological or physical, this being distinguished form the mind. Idea that races are unequal.

The is a matter of control to stop people form being united, for this is true power. All people are born equal in essence, in dignity.

To make the smallest whole the quality of being united into one, unreduced unbroken. The Equality of Liberty exits in Unity as independence.

There is a very important relationship, concerning the Ideas of Liberty that is Unity. Two connected concepts, within social equality.