unapproachable dignity

• only when you fall..
  a distance ..
  like hell..
  if we wonder stately and in one voice..
  with dignity on the way down. ........
  tell me how you can tell... ........
  
  when you are reaching the gates..
  .........
  ........the gates of hell........ ...
  .I want to be there..
  to the end..
  the very one you hear..
  going down is free ......
  free until it's not of free will.. ......
  ...........hang on to your dreams..
  .......... hands on your optimism..
  
  let go of your fears......
  assemble your strings.. .......
  .assemble your wings..
  going up ..
  
  will be a flight of your fears..
  see it today.. flaring to all sides...
  ...........sliding on tears..
  ...........when they appear on the gate.
  the gate of sound..
  when you open the rolls..the winds..
• .........close to the ground.
  imaginings...of winds..
  you have found.
  
  imagining...
  a beautiful sound..
  they are there ..have been found.
  don't open your eyes ..
  feel the hard of the ground.. ......
  
  sometimes it bring a remorse..
  distress..from the guilt.
  
  is a matter of course......
  
  the past wrongs that you feel..
  at times it brings .. . .........
  ............it will be new.
  ............only for you.....
  remember the source.
  the point of origin..
  the point of remorse ...
  ............it was the top where you were.
  
  the beginning..source.. .....that of remorse.
  the drain of the gate..
  the fountainhead of the start..
  that's where you were ..
  when you had everything..
  
  remember the sale...
  .........the wealthy ... the start of the scale... .........
  the glare on your face..
  so hard to define....... .........why...
  
  don't worry your mind..
  just leave it behind....
• .........it will be there til the end of your time..
  so far..ones that go in to your heart.
  to the very entrance..
  of the mind....
  in a fabric of nothing..
  a wide glow of your sine.
  when you open your eyes ..
  you will be fine..
  
  things will be fine.......

colors of thought

amber images...
with touches of brilliant red...
a foggy dream with drippings of confessions...
..........offerings ..
in a very narrow frame, .........

surroundings .. . .............
surrounding all of us..
in a sphere of confusion..
enclosed from all sides ..
will not let us out ...
.........the very sad...
those clouds that we witness today..
beyond the reach of those that stray... .............
that foggy..coloring way....
.........milky smooth..
.........all the colors..
unable to conceive. what it is that I see... .............
in this beautiful thinking way .. .
i will remember that it is not like this every day

the depth of my perception in a very trying day.. .............

.tomorrow..
..................tomorrow .. may I see a physical seance..
..................a stimuli ..
of the concept I have today.. ...............

come..
.........come see the windows of pain..
.........the smears of rain.....
understand the bight .. . ...........
.a bend so great...
lengths of vainly stain.. ............
the pain I have..is  in whispers..
in images..
left on a rainy day....... ............

............on a window of this thought....
............beyond the reach of what I hear. ............
that is always there..
emotions that I can even hear....
like a frame of the sins .. .
encountering everywhere... ............
nothing to say..
whispers........laud...you can not hear...
............voices ..
intoxicating...with stream callosities for ones very ear....... .............
to loud to hear..

• Colors..
  ..........colours..
  ..........colores....appear.. .............
  appear once again in ..in a plane that I can view from here..
  surely some of these will appear ...when my eyes are open..
• outside of the sphere of a ..
  state that can be very real.. ...........
  very real .....
  as a very....real dream that is right here....

AGAIN

1. So

1. ----------it's gloom..
   not just the day..
   but looking..
   hearing the rain .
   
   ..............the sun still there...
   ..............the view from this window. ..
   voices..in the air..
   music of the county fair.
   the sun to give into your foggy..thinking..way..!!
   the sun to gave in your way..
   ..............ireful to have to see things.
   ..............here by the window as we stay...
   ..............listening to Eric music..
   hear him play a..very could be-wonder-full........day..
   as hot as it is...
   feel chills...and cold
2. ............i wish i could stay
   ............abrupt angles....
   coming this way..
   confusing the lyrics..a distance away..
   as an open display...
   of anger...
   of the words we hear .........
   words...
   the sounds of the one at play...
   ...............ireful is seeing a cloudy day..
   ...............comforting ones self with jujubes on the very green trees, ...
   ...............peaches there almost good to have........
   green apples hanging in the week limbs of the tree.

• are they just some of the dreams of me...... .........
  organizer...
  fanaticism.. .........
  tending to tedious tasks. ..
  like ire-inc imitations of what we ask...
  ...............rainbow like..
  ...............lustrous color display..
  is what we see..... 
  thoughts wondering of this very day...
  it's a duty..
  organize your thinking in some comforting way..
• we know we have to..go.
  we know we have to vacate..
  what we..cry at night..
• having to immerse..
  to fully engross to relocate. ........
  ............my god !
  ............why is it that I have to this..again again !
  WHY IS IT THIS WAY .......

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depressing

• ........inter.feelings of low spirit now we have you here.. ........
• in practice..
  in the whole of your energy for one to lose.. ........
  depravity.. as if i .. .. Have to choose..
  allow me to at least ..
  ........breath..
  can we have a derailleur... ........
  in a fog of the ones we care..
  i want to shift the gears to.. what is it that is here.. ........
  ........or there.. ...........
  no rest..
  no comfort for the one here..
  all tears can not find.. with tears..
  one can not see it clear..
  .......bad choices ...
  badly clouded my thinking at the time.. .........
  can we blame love... .........
  it can do that to you...
  blinding the ideas..
  the thoughts...
  ........the way to what is now here..
  a weakness that we care to let you know..
  forfeiting what is going to happen ..
  ........as you go..
  can we adjust to a sad. state..
  sadness again..with tears ..
  for all..
  .......at the time ..the love i had ..
  could have made me do anything..
  all that was needed was a mere suggestion. ..........
  ......and it did.
• anxiety........
  ......any.. indiscriminately..
  ......disruption..
  disrupting your system of a forever life..
• even your digestive system..
  all systems ..
  all the same all effected for that year..
  that is here .. .
  that's why we came.
  that is why we are here here..
  
  ......................in her name.

all that I can do

going to you every day... image of bright, gray eyes still abstracts my way.. making excuses to be there.. if only I could stay.. a bright..gray..light that appears in the night..

• an ignis.. of my life as it seems to go into your eyes.. .............when your eyes meet mine a forgotten interesting way of me to know.. ............to know when it's time for me to go.. ............seeing a very clear sign... forever.. .............show me a way.. .............look at this place where I'm standing.. .............that's where I want to stay.. Forever is such a short time.. when looking at you. .. . looking at your eyes.. what can I do.. look at this for an explication of a beautiful view.. ............is what I see.. see in you..when I get there.. that is what I do.. ............i do............ to the way it ignites the path... one of a very few... I travel into... a wavering line of this image that is there.. reminding me of you... of the beautiful color of your eyes .. .. again igniting things.. .............in this path I have taken.. taken to reach ....

reach ...

............those eyes i keep in my view. ............turn easterly to your right.. ............allow me to view the greenish..

blue...

............blue..green..beautiful.. ............beautiful...as is you. ............in an instant like a life time ..give me an instant that is longer then forever.... so that I can have with you... ............an instant of forever..... As you inter a positive interlude with those that are close to you.. Close in distance.. .............In distance as I'm to you. .............for that's all that I can really do.. a series of thoughts, indulging in emotions forbidden to my view... shadows of reverie..in a dream like inaction.. ..............for that's all that I can really do

imaginal

Melodies at a distance..I can hear.. songs..lyrics..familier to an ear... vein arias..sonatas..even stick to what I hear.. those things that will be there for a time so... ....lacking a factual reality.. look abound in an imaginary sound of a fear.. somber landscapes.. Arbitrarily..winning years ..........as far as you can see ... ..........See them into what appears music ..again music that one hears.. in a captaining fanciful ever-righteous poetic mind.. look around you.. ...........look again at every sinful..anting fear.. ...........maybe you will find.. ...........injurers of the time. maybe it will satisfy what you and I have in mind. strangeness..vissionary..fantastic.like .. dreams of mine.. ...........an forgetting that lone landscape of the dreams.. ...........Dreams that you and I have had in our time. Or is it an imaginary number..a number that we see.. ...........something visionary..a chimerical quixotic view.. allow me to leave it up to you.. in time we will view.. ...........View a chivalrous devotion.. or an unrestrained all divine objective in it's few. ...........avowing into our sensitives.. the very heart of what will become of me and you.. ...........in this fantasy of what we have in to reading what are dreams.. ...........dreams of fanciful suggestions .. of just a very few. ...........of just the very few !

eclipse

falling into obscurity...

• a decline...
• like a very narrow mind.....
  Sees only what he believes....
  like dead leaves falling of the trees...
  .............thoughts..wondering .. thoughts
  .............unsettled minds..
  .............as heavy winds destroying a gentle breeze...

no capacity..
no tolerance......
......................except the one that can love...
......................inebriating a level..in the same sanctity ..
as the ones above..
that can love one another with the same feelings of the ones we trust.....
the ones acceptable to us...
excitable to all..
as they are when you reach the top..
the top of your height..of your ghoul..

the one that we all have to toll.
ones in an inviolable raw.
Strings in tow..
next to me feeling you.. above it all.

the allusions of flair.
suffering obscuring a beautiful image of the body a body so fair...
so at wonder to touch....
and to hold.
bringing out shadows of excitement..
of emotions that can destroy you in the eyes..
of eclogue

of        
"Vergil's pastorals in poems that shepherds converse"
As we see the sun doing when it aligns with the stars..
...........In our own universe....
...........A habitat..
...........an increment..of luster..
of luxurious beauty..
that you..
...........me ..
our body's forgather would be....
able to stand.
stand in a mist of wonder..
emerged in a solution of love..
a love that is only found between those ones that can feel the stones .. .

as they roll on the flash ..
soothing as is in the bones...

the bones of our understanding.
understandings of our own...
just as hard as the stones...as when we find our selves alone...
............when we are alone.
Suspended to the very end..
suspended in a dream-like state..
as we all have at a times there been.

are we in tune..
every one to practice an eclectic method..
a method of understanding so that each one of us can experience what we see..
what we feel..
between the fingers...
the stone...you and me...

and understand what it is that the sun..
the stars signifies as they align ..
also with our son...
...........the only one...

as they will two years so forth...... forth is there to com..

pyramid lake

STUCK IN THE MUD
do you remember that day...

light breeze...

white clouds...

the surface was deep..

..........soft..

• wishing we were there..right now...
  progression of a journey still today...
  a withdrawn....
  heterozygous.....
  condition that exists to this day ...
  permission to a given access....
  ..........a design... ..........
  ..........a design for the rest... .........
  ..........the same thoughts I have this day... .........
  .hoping to forget ..
  forget some day ...
  ...........Bruno was happy.....
  As if he is here with me today.. ..........
  i have but look out there.........
  I can SEE him.... ..........
  ...........how beautiful he was....
  ...........the warmth that he brought........
  to the both of us....
• the ship tipped over...
  lost contact with the world... .........
  no way to say.. .........
  no need to stay... .........
  ...........we will do it some other day no way to do...
  there to stay..
  an Oder of you...
  an Oder of your precedence is here today.. .........
  
  oxein stimulating......... .........
  emits a sweet pleasing scent
  That is in my thinking..
  When I think of that day.... .........
  
  When I think of you...
  The water is the same.... with smears of white....
  patches of blue ..........
  ..........the polyhedron is still in the center...
  ..........the colour of gray..
  the color of your eyes... ..........
            reminds me of you.. ..........
  
  the peak of the waves...
  the heights of the wind.. ..........
  the bight on my limbs..
  echoes in my heart... ..........
  as it did that day
  
  when I was with you...
  I aim my thoughts your way...
  in memory of that glorious day...........
  
  THAT VERY GLORIOUS DAY

my day without .. " Merriam Webster "

fifty five beautiful trees....

I see them in the morning...

I see them in the evening...

gently moving in the breeze...

with jagged dry limbs sticking out...

reminders of last years drought...

they beg for water...

........when the well runs dry...

I worry at night...

I worry during the day......

I just hope they don't die...

........When they don't get enough water..

the pecans are small.....

Again I worry that they may not ..

produce ........ at all........

out there early...

hacking out weeds...

I keep thinking ..

........Why..

........Who..

who gives them their feeds..

as I walk back to the house...

I look out west. the sun going down.......

the sprinklers making a beautiful quest...

my body hurting from the toil...

.........Asking for rest.

Sometimes I worry that three hundred feet below....

What--ever happens down there ........ .

the water may not ever again flow..

In the Small world of one man...

one can see us all....

you must believe that we are all here to be as one.........

or not at all...

• I crave....
  I pray.......
  I cry ...
  ,,,,,,,,,,,IN MY OWN WAY
  who ever is in charge of the big picture......
  ,,,,,,,,,,,please....
  PLEASE LOOK MY WAY..
  i DO NOT WANT THESE FLINGS OF NOT BEING ABLE TO STAY......
  to help them be healthy...to help them be green...
  to help them grow...
  so that they will ... in the wind sway...
  Is that being greedy........
  to have my say.... my way............

diabase..dialogue

To cover the distortions in a human form..'''..

.........pervert....image.. .........

.........whispers of the wind.. .........

.........my god forgive me for my sin.. ........

.........together like it's never been..... .........

engaged in a motion..

that no one has ever seen..

.........hypocrisy...puffs of sin..

.........sour round the grounds..

eloping on a foggy stream... ..........

like spines on a cactus field... ..........

.........scalping...

middles on a scary dream ..........

.........withe..''..

energy of a human spin...

The yoke in a field of a dream ...

offerings of imitation..

like bondage in ones emotions.

.servitude..in ones imagination.. ..........

..........like a smoke screen..

..........with narrow visions of what was there. and now only seems... ........

with the consistency of paper dreams.
with gerund of the crucifix in broken dreams... ........
uncompleted actions on what-ever seems.
enjoying the sound of nothings as we get along.. ........
..........fixations of words.. ........
..........to me and come fore...
..........in a broken spirit of your only.....
seam.

to continue in a vision of nothings... .........
in the spines of the plantings..
with very red..
very bloody hands ...
promoting those views to whom ever ...understands... .........
..........Understands with blank expressions on the wideness of the sand
..........The firmness of whatever you can stand... ........
images of your...hands.. ........
for whatever you may see in there to understand..
...........Again I say.....
...........this time with OH God forgive me for my sins... .......
.in a plural phrase of the words .. .
God forgive us for our sins.

OUR SINS....