Tremolo….and study in my elemental being Part #7 a new sunrise

 

I have been visiting here, now, for one full year, full time residence for almost 8 months. The places to see, some not to distant, some right here, make each day relevant, learning.

 

The skies before us

Colors never seen before

Shades and depths within

The confrontation of our existence

Dissolved and admonished

Revered and resolved

Lead not but to the future

But a litany of prolific confusions

Which exists in past

Present

Future

As light becomes shaded

Becomes the dank and depth

Of each day conquered

Defeated!

Grasp the solitude 

Celebrate the opportunity

Worship it’s cause

Mourn its neglect

Resolve to become what was once no more

A love of determination encapsulated

An existence worthy of sharing

With those

That know not of the smallest of appreciations

Life

Love

Laugh

Liberty

Creations

Your insincerity is within the reverence that my thought process has focused upon

Of that I have desired is as prevalent as the inquest of your madness and the accord

To which all that has determined the sobriety and salinity of our summations

Gratuity of the understanding that aspirations of need and totality has determined

That the theater of destination is indifferent to the vaudeville of my creation.

salvation…intention….existence… lifeworks

As salvation becomes the solace of the intentions

Credence resounds upon the tolerances of submission

Proliferous as is the forethought

Retentiveness is all assumed within a solution

Ground upon the resilience of nature’s superiority

To resolve the future as perceived and presented

Relent to the obscurity of intent

Repent within the introspect of security

Omitted amongst the sanity of regressive minds

Solicited within expressionistic spirituality

Relative to the societal progressively petulant

Present not without relinquished forgiveness

Mobility

Surrealism

In thought of catechism

Retained

Profaned

Paschal within his dream can only define reality as pretension

As Pavlov created superfluous intentions and submission

Walk the line that refines direction

Direct the intentions that refined the mind

Released as I am, from the succulence of life

Resounded as the imperialistic intention of the machine

Delve within the procrastinations of subliminal success

Entwined within the enhancement of societal secretion

We bleed

We dream

A yearning of submission

Cascaded upon a thought

To encompass a succession

The superlative domination

Of simple victory

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And then there were two… Tremolo’s redemption & spirit

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Late last fall, the loons moved on to their winter berth….  Leaving behind, a void….. None of those romancing, haunting in calls.

One of our friends returned about two weeks ago, a week later…… a pair, and the calls began, on a dark and foggy evening….. 

now then, the buffleheads and mergansers are back…..  but it’s the loons that I love most.

Redemption of heart mind and soul from the spirits of the lake….

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Profetics….. things as I see them #11

To see things  unfiltered in new light, we must first extinguish thoughts of what has passed before…..

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As dreams come and go, thoughts of sincerity and desire, resounding in depths, of what may come, to be a wealth of disparity, and, the parody of the dream that has a pretense in the thoughts of others as they have seen within you.

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Ask not for a resolution, but attend to the presumption that all deserve unfettered respect, that once bestowed and subsequently lost solely through a committal of insufficient personal standard succumbed to assumed entitlement of lesser thoughts.

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Brought upon the self via the tragedy of acceptance, that, this dream, or the thought, which brought our existence to this realm is one that may, or might, be a skeptic’s presence, nay, that of an assumption reality wakes beyond the control of conceived perennial existence.

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Give not of what it is you expect to have rendered, but bestow upon the gratitude in a charitable manner that devises a thought that perhaps becomes the chauffeur of the dream which permits a divinity of societal tragedies.

Passions, Dreams, Reality, Fantasy

Change & love are as water within the essence of life, the cold, the heat, the erosion, molding all around it’s being to become the future of what our thought’s today, reminisce from the past to become the whole of the dream, we have always wished to be.

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Passions in dreams

Sufferings to be

Fornications in thought

Emotions distraught

Distance through time

The Cartographers Line

Takes me to where

Only in mind I can stare

 

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                                            Her Touch

The Taste

Her Lips

The Kiss

Her Breath

A Test

Her Sigh

Complied

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Sweetness in Air

Moist to the touch

Glistened and primed

Enthralled by such

So I grasp at the dream

Reality’s too much

Her Body is mine

Yet in my mind, not clutch

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Her Touch

The Taste

Her Lips

The Kiss

Her Breath

A Test

Her Sigh

Complied

 

Wantings and Yearnings

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Etched to the Canvas

My thoughts surfaced like cream

Pleasures I need

Culminated I Plead

Climaxed through my thoughts

Through the distance distraught

 

 

I touch,Dawn (18)

Much less fondle

I scream,

As though Humbled

I Feel,

Though have not caressed

Of your love, physical

I have not been blessed

 

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The Taste

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The Kiss

Her Breath

A Test

Her Sigh

Complied

 

All in part,

A plot in desire

To feel all that I lust

I implore and inquire

To reach a moment

One of mutual compassion

Yearned in solitude

Deluged in distractions

I got there…………………………………….

 

 

Phil Brehmer 04/15/2017