REAL PICTURES THRU CHANCES ~ 2nd. ScriptA Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudleyreal 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 observationwhere 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.
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Added on May 16, 2016 Last Updated on March 23, 2026 AuthorRobert Robbie Lord DudleyRiverside, NJAboutACROSS THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. Life, Thyme leeds rails rushes a begotten hold only copes oh, poetry a random ray of yellow light shining sky golden drops in fields trickles.. more.. |

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