REAL PICTURES THRU CHANCES ~ 2nd. Script

REAL PICTURES THRU CHANCES ~ 2nd. Script

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

real pictures

thru chance

awakens darkest woes back

blue map drowning

relief this white mist are

that covers worlds

climbing roads only far

views visions waves

silently snowing go

glossy birds

first moon falls unseen stone

as far as your eyes

can see pages flooded

the evening tide

into the daylight

why don't you

turn it on and grieve

that was the end

of that dream

outta the warm

into the cold

nearly frozen out to get

outta perception

thinking on the notion

turns into many, many

shades of green

so to brown shoes 

down the road

what you've seen 

meaning in stones

revived many storms

exposed at battle

entrance no entry

just state of mind

I enjoy mine

words in air

birds in air crying farther heart

untreaded on

in appearances

only places very faded

from ledges reaches

till midnight

why don't you turn left

on the light

readings alongside 

around edges

wings wide

stares off into spaces

drops off asleep, aware

longing unprepared

you don't care

where you go

where you been

I got founded gone 

so farther away 

I heard say

unknowingly for hours

this is going on 

right like an unforeboding home

oh, little poem

let's slide outta

a-floating up

down good bad, good bad

undiscovered

parallels fields and plants

many flowers

grown on vacant wells

around stumps

paradox moving

ways into living lines

delivering us

real pictures thru chance

going on brighter

like doves be moved 

you and me 

to the left whiles blank

taken away by this

the flowing breezes

by rivers broke uncovers

unexplain'd words in air

birds in air weeping willow 

silently snowing go

glossy birds

suddenly spoke all

the inner-flowing

where ago long ago

Diving into me

into fountains frozen

so confused 

Contained directions lost

I still saw wells

unwanted

unknowingly

I just watch

my own illusion

my own high

in the day 

a-making

a-glowing 

my own observation

where ago long ago

flashing between souls

trees flowing in

breezes became

understanding

the best thing

ever I saw

real pictures

thru chances

2nd. Script,

as ever.



 


 

© 2026 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley


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Added on May 16, 2016
Last Updated on March 23, 2026

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Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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