The Ends of Thought or "Words of One Sentence" Life Is a Dream — What is a dream? Nothing but time. You’ve got thousands of pieces coming out of you A powerful feeling It’s just coldly radiating I nudge them into existence It just happens A piece of thread led the way They make the objects the thing The moon may fall apart Looking more dignified with age Believing only what seems to be That makes sense They have no way to judge the present because of the future and the past Pleasant, isn’t it? I’ve got everything I need, it seems Since everything I see appeals to me Let me expose you to this thrill A balloon in time Who cares what they say Life is a dream I die with age As the moon hunkers down beckoning me along the way Even in the instant A union in the sky Now stands forth Perhaps. -1997 Everything Was Clear Everything was clear and nothing was certain They agreed and cared and felt dull coming up with the top down in the town where they met among the emblems of how they’d like to be in the afternoons in their chairs at the cafe in his mind cut loose where the soul lies in the dark in the hum where everything is true where it happened or would in time like a hidden melody in her hair or a sudden breeze uplifting their napkins all there was of actions Time to go. The Trial What kind of a book Would pass legislation in the southern plains nor would know that life could be different The enemy now diseased A few other pointers who bore the brunt around the stricken area adamantine living in the way Didn’t you realize, laughed the woman What is exciting is that here Within each chapter would have done a grave injustice The court has no choice Predicated on the notion Absolutely nothing to suggest Personally tragic spoken to the truth You’d better focus on We do not live a great figure in history Not at all out of flame His comings and goings A serious insertion of himself It should exist built up to the point the hesitancy the question was in more mysterious ways Going down the road blind beyond any personal interest Until we change A string of events Hundreds of thousands of children likely to undercut the basis an abusive procedure a body of evidence What science has proven changed the rule of science spending billions of dollars Blow away dust our thoughts and ways absolutely not true a good example of the developments You must not countlessly mislead The internal scientists What I’m interested in tonight one of a combination You know as a result The text moves When you go back I don’t think we want to go back Nobody should walk away The real appeal No ordinary witness Once this trial is over I would not think I’ll think of that again. I’m Asking You It’s a cockeyed kind of happiness Advantageous drops from the sky English amour (armor). Give without speaking Hear without listening Hasten without going Do without showing. Tooled to your advantage Momentary calm azure blue blanks break On a beautiful beachhead I’m asking you. The Infant — after Winnicott We sometimes ask of infants more than we can do ourselves. The infant reaches out and the breast is there, and the breast is created. Considering the way passion invades thought as if it were yesterday it is not hard to imagine the engine of the infant Even where the child asks it goes without saying It’s living tomorrow today The infant knows where it goes Live with discomfort and pain A teddy, a doll or soft toy rich or poor, at peace or in war This helps, but is it enough? The substance of illusion a natural root grouping It must survive instinctual loving, and also hating the whole cultural field In the quiet times between excitements what the infant creates really exists the vast area between objectivity and subjectivity when the mother is away she is dead This is what dead means. In between is a precious moment of anger the only real thing is the gap the death or the absence or the amnesia what is forgotten has lost its reality Wanting something that never goes away the symbols that fade sink in the general pool of subjectivity These and other futile activities brought no joy Lying all her life in a bed doing nothing while doing everything the way is paved for playing together All sorts of things happen and they wither. Why don’t I matter anymore? Is there a little soul waiting to pop into a body? as when a baby creates an object but the object would not have been created if it had not already been there in the baby What he came for he has not reached where each is the same as the other when the madness that is there remains undiscovered and unmet Did you create that or did you find it early failures that come for mending if we have somewhere to put what we find The baby takes a look around the repetition that she dreads but expects A small child is slowly being poisoned Her face is pressed against her mother’s scarf. The Human Brain What do we really know about the human brain? Want to make yourself incredible? Then take a swallow of this Elixir from a golden cup. I know of nothing better than it. It is better than sex to the brain. I hate to leave you forever in a dream castle where the brain breathes into itself. One brain, two hearts I was thinking of you in the brain. What do we really know again As we spin in the brain The lark! Hark, hark! Arising in a dream extremely troubled That began in a brain. A little uncertain or else in time uncertainty will burst The seams of the brain. Betting on a Lifetime I’m betting on a lifetime! I want it to be God give me favor Help me. A long time it’s been coming Like it’s going to be I’ll love you forever You must forgive me. I’m sorry. Ask me to help you and I’ll give it a try It doesn’t mean anything except do or die I’ve been meaning to tell you It’s not for a song That things go along. Now I’m beginning to see The broken melody Of what's going to be. It’s all the same to me We are not aware I’ll never care I’ll never be free. Sit down and answer me! Now I am free. The Lucky Ones We are the lucky ones Glittering Fields Courses of Iron You need to rest Into what suggests Today never ends Tomorrow Never comes It doesn’t matter what today is The music box plays on They think they always have to be Remember you are describing yourself To think one thing today I am a spark Song of my exploding heart Why ask the question, How? Who Knew? Even the evidence is ambiguous All the evidence is ambiguous My arthritis pain Many a Mickey Mouse watch Go ahead and dream That’s what we’re here for, isn’t it? You’ve got our attention Everybody plays by the rule Food is a joy to be shared by all the senses Any truck, any van Delivered to your home or business That dull, insipid little place Want to be misled? It’s better if I don’t know The idiots have reached a millennium Serenely hoping I want for nothing Not for all the gold Welcome back to the human race I’ll get the supplies in the storeroom I like it very much That’s a problem wondering what it is That’s over you I admire your integrity Speak not at all I want to know you better Misogynist, philologist, philanthropist, therapist lawyer, doctor, maniac, clown A last jagged human kiss Which continued on Obsessed with every face in this dream world. Pitfalls There are pitfalls wherever you go. Let’s put it back the way it was. It’s all gone now. Things always look better when they’re new. My voice has a name I’ve been waiting for all my life. Song Along the Way Song along the way A little too complicated for me An iron belt around his chest A little further along the way It’s all an arrangement that I see You are remembered and you are dear You are to be revered Down in the valley of tears You are you Without any fears Where everything begins In a mystic way As I babble on today. Plays — I’m not alive anymore. — It all seems so strange. — I’ve gone ashore. — Please come back to land. — My pleasure is my pain. — You’re back to that again. — I want you to know everything about me. — Even you? — Hasty decisions. — Everything is going according to plan. — You’re not nice enough to me. — I thought you were my friend. — Take a knife and stab me. — I have a lot to explain. Mind Mind in relation to what? Mind in reflection is what I see. Like a narcissist being what I am. Its voice is there in the clouds There are no arrangements to be made. There is no need for you to lift a finger. Mighty mind of fate One more blow Of the mystic hammer Doors of the future In the breeze To you I sing Today’s Bright Truth “I alone have heard this lovely strain” My thoughts turn to dreams We only got these times we’re living in I want to relax your wound Questions of me to me The silence of a vast age Frozen in a vacuum Psychic hunger There was an incredible blast My heart flies downward Do you hear my broken prayer Just keep reaching for the sky See the way that light attaches to it Cloud your day with sunshine The sidewalks of God Quiet moments pave Take me up the stairs and out of the room The silence is incredible up here Where good things rest To fill the madness with song I have been jealous of your beauty I know it sounds funny Endless other goodies Everyday is like a glow Come quietly or we’ll take you in your sleep To something beyond ordinary speech Irresistible beauty It’s hard to see the world through these eyes This is a night made for romance The breeze is murmuring low People don’t understand The plan Take me up on your cloud of destiny Just above our own moon The shelter is the sky I can hear the hills falling A new strain of night Hopefully together again The lines between myth and reality blur In this strange and elusive place The everlasting sands of time Grant me that consciousness, with all its subjectivity When the weather is really hot A morning liquifier Frankly, I am disillusioned That eternal process Is today’s bright truth. The Forest / The Harvest — from Time-Life Books (1969) / AP wire reports (1999) Fallen rotting trees lie everywhere When the leaves turn yellow Water-soaked soil In the heart of a crystal sea A bitter fruit In florists’ decorations That clings to the plants on the forest floor Floating off the vine in a gentle wave Shielded by a brilliant shell Needing constant care The most primitive of all plant families Down the narrow sandy roads Because of its fragrance when dried They wade knee-deep in red As it melts its way through ice when growing Using giant yellow brooms that suck them up In parts As the motors hum and the trucks rattle The earth’s great coniferous forests are slowly moving northward And before the first frost Extremely slowly in gnarled shapes Small sticky leaves Without appreciable weakening of their strength Their names and colors and secrets From decapitated stumps with already established roots Form a watery chain Slash left on the ground after logging was a tinderbox The waves tumble like marbles The diamond-shaped leaf scars Man is mining today That cut every ditch No flowers would brighten as a landscape. No More — for 9/11 No more fairy tales of power No more waves of grain No more heartfelt pleas No more bend your knees No more wealth & fame No more crush & pain No more seeing you again No more melodies in June No more merry tunes No more being free No more you & me No more waking at night No more feeling a terrible fright No more the dawn rising with a thrill No more bending to its will No more hastening & chastening No more clip & paste No more 4th of July No more taste and waste No more stars floating by No more your heart skips a beat No more you take your seat No more the moon rises on the sea No more you come to be No more. Not Trees — from Baudelaire Not trees not columns Surrounding sleeping ponds When huge women Cross the limits of the universe. They were unused stones and magical floats. They were giant ice bursts of which everything is a reflection. Calm and silent The ocean like a world Traversed by the treasure of their urns in a diamond throat. Architects of fire, I go voluntarily Into a tunnel of stone Under an ocean of gems. And everything is Some sort of dream in the color black clear and iridescent But my heart is happy as I mount The hill to see a town in its amplitude A hospital, a prison, a torture, a hell Where enormous flowers burn. The moon is full of miracles A unique truth From which I have forbidden glasses. The plants are irregular And the painting is of the fire of the genius Which I know in my tableau In a monotonous environment of metal, stone and cold. The confusion of stairs and spaces is the infinite palace Full of basins And waterfalls Inside a dream of a silent scream Falling on a mat of burnished gold. And the cataracts present A ride of crystal suspended, bursting Like a mental wall All these dark drinks These beautiful illusions they obscure Swiftly enlarging The terrible passage Which no mortal can run. Another image in the morning Far away and fuzzy ravishes me My emotional state of mind The way it was. Hey! Hey, hey! Everything has a house Where we live in the same dreams together I don’t want to make things worse It’s becoming clearer Whose dream is you I have uncovered disturbing problems Children, I’m burning Where I am not It’s really black or white Your eyes are limpid pools It’s like I’m not even here It’s so hard to see our life assembled What went wrong I was there yesterday Inside the world that you see I have no thought I am not here I’m trying to figure out Just what it means Go ahead with what you are An ignorance waiting to arrive You’ve accomplished your dream In his absence, before you left He told his family about the stars Everything is us There’s nothing left to see O’er the fields of gore And duty ends in the dust Where I am with a fig leaf of protection I have a thought that You are certainly in my mind Is everything like this? Curious side effects have occurred You’ve got a lot of explaining to do I wipe my brow And limp along Oh boy, it’s rough If you see the world that way Things look at things You jump around and you drop your teeth In your mind a light bulb goes off There’s something outside of you Connected to this field Some of my happiest moments are gone They find themselves in a pinch When they have machinery put at their feet I’d like to take morning from night Earth from light. — 2004 Moonlight on the Water Look at the moonlight on the water There has to something more than man Everything should be so light Give me a swig or two I have an unmistakable likeness for you You barely have a message Were the sobs that I heard only an illusion? Why are the stars coming out? Sooner or later they’re not enough The world seems curiously silent An empty box I’m together in a relation We beg for us Pretty soon I will understand This was tomorrow once Beyond time and change On top of the dawn When you feel not someone else I just want the pressure to leave Who do I think I am? What will I do when I have it again? Give me a look behind Everything seems like a dream The myriad lights An unaccustomed atmosphere What a muddy stream I can’t get over the feeling something’s wrong. The World on High The world on high will die in the end Jeopardy in life You’re dying while you’re breathing There’s no room in your heart Visibly removed You’re in your own time zone Isn’t life juicy I, the jury You die and then you sing All wheels are off Where I stand We are very vivisected All I could name is cloud Isn’t he singing in the distance Oh, sweep me up Win a lot Isn’t he off the mat As the wings go round I want for nothing Thank god I have empty hands Here’s a nice thing Whenever you wake up alive where you are Variety without description The beautiful day The unaccountable when it happens Let’s go away Several hills are sitting upon the harbor People are different What a wonderful thing it is It feels like it’s forming its glove around me Everything is something else So after all is said I have forbidden you entrance A tiny speck of blood Deep, crisp and even Oh, open your eyes Watching the wide world writhe What makes you say it has to be Nothing has to be True What it all means Is enough. Else Enough Where everyone is Everything is enough alone Strong enough for everybody to know enough of everybody. Strong alone is not enough. Here alone with me I have enough When enough is enough for me The amazing thing enough to be or else it will be enough as it will be. Enough for now and ever enamored of it wanting it enough What is enough If it were enough Whenever it was enough or else Anything else is enough. Stay away from enough. Death will be enough. Everything goes under the bridge of enough. Goodbye you lovely thing enough. Who has enough Who else is enough Where else is enough Nothing has enough. He didn’t know why he had enough. An independent variable was enough else nothing is enough to be enough So great was enough when We’ve had enough. Everyone’s lingering enough Something swift and sure enough A heartbeat is enough Loaded enough Some version of everything Enough. Here is enough room Or else I will make it enough. Getting to Know Your Enemy Getting to know your enemy with a passion I registered my knowledge, my feeling. Everyone knows someone Best of all Here is the hour we love Fortunate where you are Anywhere to find this. Now the end is quickly moving everything. I search for wider things Quickly more than ever someday we’ll end up like this young again In eternal fire Wrapped in rags. Like an angel ascending It’s out of this universe. I look forward to it More flame, less cold Seized by the urge to become something forever This is playing with fire. Everything is serious to you Weakness attracts vultures Now will have to return again and again Everything corrects a beautiful dream. Now found on the bed What they are not is what they adore The blue all shiny Whenever you are Everything you are Like humongous fish Fallen tragic creatures The value in every thing. Midnight Session You look so good Whenever you are above you are below. The secrets of the mountains are immense They are like a hole into which we flow When the days end. Hard to forget when you lost the will to do What you do to do What appeals so much to your heart The one final fact Where things connect. One thing has another Two things are laughing Everyone has a peak So to speak Everything has vanished. Everybody had a wonderful way of going. When I Was Young When I was young I dared to dream But now I’m lucky to move. I never worried about the end I always had time to spend And something to prove. Oh, you who have spent a lifetime dreaming I know what all your scheming is about. Those nights spent twisting in a wind That fatuous grin that spreads out. I understand swimming in nets Everything enormous and rare Like the bare sands of time In a miserable street Coming to an end In a deplorable union with gravity. I’m being led down a garden path. The vent was sad. I have not yet begun to stroke The impalpable past. I am alive to the sound. Do you know where your music is? Do you know what keeps it alive? Sincerely I’m forgetting The implacable past. What past? Where? It’s coming down A lovely slope And enters the sound of a voice Like a blast A special case of hope Which is like you, my friend. On My Mind You’re very much on my mind We gave them the choice of life or death and they chose death. The beauty is too beautiful. Everything else is nice. Oh, you who say and see You’re my phone. There is no young side. You are just what I was saying you was. This is a strict point. Got to fly. Here’s the hotel for me and you Where the water ends in a mist. The weather changes everything alive. You’re made of steel. Who knows the nose of you? He had another kind of feeling The little that things mean a lot Whomever you are That could be kind. All I Want to Know Does the perception meet the eye? That’s all I want to know. Do you take responsibility seriously? That’s all I want to know. Am I the only person here? That’s all I want to know. A “global” view of events That’s all I want to know. All sides of the question That’s all I want to know. I’m having fun. Are you? That’s all I want to know. It keeps me alive in the worst of times. That’s all I want to know. I’m in a spin, loving the spin I’m in That’s all I want to know. Like a rose, it grows. That’s all I want to know. That powerful will That’s all I want to know. Heart of my heart That’s all I want to know. You Always Know After the troops have tramped And a small thing is a fragment And the story’s the glow You try to control it You stare into an empty head A brittle thing can break But you think you don’t have enough You live, you outlive yourself again North of the body Why is it so bright Don’t tie people down Don’t lose your roof The universe doesn’t live for itself So wisely it restrains itself The centrifugal weight a strange unfathomable body spinning in space And what do most people do? They use what they are made of You see, there is nothing to fight for Nothing that can break the flow What you care about What matters most Some are destroyers, others are destroyed It’s such a humble thing So wisely they control The enormous strength Our stuff crossed again An immemorial height Where the toast begins Although it was not there Another real mistake Then it builds up in you like a well These are held in the hand Where people wait Where we cling to life In the foothills of the ballroom In the normal way of things Tasteless and shapeless ever light-hearted it sways, it smiles If you don’t think you have enough, you will never have enough You can be another on the stream as it moves Well, your body dies Order breaks chaos If you don’t love you lose your edge Try to act as if you know it’s all a catastrophe Since time is gone in mists This is surely right Where I came from I don’t know Its roundness smoothes the sharpness Here is a little thing Let’s not go on forever In the twilight zone To grow, flower and flow The tendrils work quietly They give way like ice, melting hesitant, watchful, uncertain muddy like an opaque river You will never burn yourself out so you shine like a diamond yielding as a baby without self-interest without flaunting it The long and the short are in your hands And untangles the knots The deep source of everything mysterious and wonderful forever humble, it can never be overcome What you are will last Is it even worth trying to do because it is something? — February, 2003 Pagan Effects Think only positive thoughts about how wealthy you will be. Stupid me, I thought I was alive. An act of will. Goodbye, life therapy. I love the feel of the thing I’m satisfied with it for now. Let me roam in green fields Fears we were dying In my life I have known. If you’ve got to make a fool of your mind I don’t really want to worry about it. What a special responsibility that would be. Path to Yourself Like an old wind I’m blowing down the dusty miles as I gather on the steps of time The trace of a face I see Reflected in the glass Revealing the feeling As my heart burns into a dream Overheard indistinctly No longer a closed fist Of my love for you. Maybe Maybe doesn’t capture me anymore The lonesome foghorn blows Bagels, bubbles and beans Restlessly throbbing to the beat Everything is getting kind of spooky I on the earth, you in the sky You got to make an appointment with yourself to see me Maybe doesn’t capture the moment Basketball of fear and excitement Bouncie, bouncie, I’ll come bouncing back to you In the azure twilight Too serious, too long Am I going to miss romance again? Strange, it only captures me for the moment I can go anywhere I want Maybe it doesn’t bother me. Winnicott A teddy, a doll or soft toy rich or poor, at peace or in war This helps, but is it enough? The substance of illusion a natural root grouping It must survive instinctual loving, and also hating the whole cultural field in the quiet times between excitements what the infant creates really exists the vast area between objectivity and subjectivity when the mother is away she is dead This is what dead means. In between is a precious moment of anger the only real thing is the gap the death or the absence or the amnesia what is forgotten has lost its reality I want something that never goes away the symbols that fade sink in the general pool of subjectivity These and other futile activities brought no joy doing nothing while doing everything lying in a bed the way is paved for playing together All sorts of things happen and they wither. Why don’t I match anymore? Is there a little soul waiting to pop into a body? As when a baby creates an object but the object would not have been created if it had not already been there. What he came for he has not reached where each is the same as the other. When the madness that is there remains undiscovered and unmet. If we have somewhere to put what we find the baby takes a look around the repetition that she dreads but expects early failures that come for mending a small child being slowly poisoned her face once more up again her mother’s scarf. The analyst can hold the patient in infancy management in a deep way twisting around forwards a shield which was no longer necessary which must be very great and painful to bear far away, at a factory in a curled up position in space The rain had beaten down on his naked body he needed to be recognized as an infant he goes and comes back he had suddenly kissed a person he then began to sink more deeply Ideas are like breath; they are also like children the wasted gesture of the child as if it were situated just outside the head He understood immediately what she needed He had done all he could to help the child but without success his head should be held in a rather deep way real things did not seem important Thrown back on the choice of two blind alleys all the time looking for the man you hate a sensitive mother of an infant would know his face needed contact. Sonnet (The heartaches you embrace) The heartaches you embrace One little thing after another Solar flags are flying Lifting a finger Now I ‘m going to play Like a formless state immersed in space Always changing, never changed A full moon filtered through the fog just enough A meteor streaked through the sky I am unable to do what I did. I am unable to say why The pear doesn’t grow on the apple tree And crooked isn’t straight Pieces on the ceiling, dust on the floor. Alone with Words — for Alvin Furman too long ingenious my hell returning falling swift string peaceful court a man alone graceful pincer twirling hoop delicious trailing stoop & bend hush stamp noise rip plunge blue fling strange call forgotten marinade simple tooth crime zero rocket swift steal short motor clash fork normal buzz I kind karma misery slop hound thought enough bruit blend fig porch hasten flake clam too risk hock norm portion knowledge tug spell crank new market speak clone stick move rug roof token tug smooth fleck mist bite The Basic Idea Curving slowly through the fertile farmland when the city was hot and dusty The canal boats move slowly, endlessly by What distinguishes this from that stilled and darkly serene with shifting shapes an abstract force was constant Come out of the world’s jungles Go forth and so on The basic idea Where it drops A grating new episode He grabbed my arm real quick I will perish from your pathways the house of your dreams in the middle where it was So for everyone All the men have united Slowly dying showers Eyes light up when the birds come Dart here Have a mistake Give me something to cry on Go anywhere the end is near I’ll have my milk after this Who are these creatures that inhabit one world You profess to deny it I know exactly how you feel It’s a lovely accompaniment In this transition period A swift disclosure Wherever you are, whatever you’ve done Get in my way, you gold cookie Tomorrow will never die Don’t raise your hand above your head There is a moment in time Over everything else I will put it on command I don’t want to win by some kind of default Here’s my end In more vivid amounts They’re not jelling Get back into the level of life Oh, who knows how? Volatile Salts Transient dreams that can sing or fly Sat like a volcano without volition Producing a wavering tone A heavenly voice hereafter Volatile and fickle. The sound you make through your mouth Conveys impressions to the mind of beautiful, fair wind and noise Like the state of holding no cards, Like a gap, an emptiness. The structure it designates as an orifice of behavior vociferous a hill around the rim a divine call to a union as in a bridge not expressed or uttered an aching void in his heart. The Psychic Knot Plucking the strings it is time for a breath of the air of psychiatry pseudological in space outside the known laws acting out a situation producing such disorders as scaling, patches, reddened skin They foresaw and feared in an emotional readjustment. The Fire Ant The fire ant has a long nose and goes where he wants to. He enters a yard and riddles it with holes. Of course, he treats his queen very nicely. Pretty soon he has established his roots and begun his work. He lives and dies and lives again. He doesn’t give up. He bites like hell.  The Deeper Dictionary of the Human Soul The Endless The endless has No end. It stays or goes on forever. “Depart on your endless course, old sailor.” Endless sorrow. Endless screw. With ends joined. “The chain that turns the rear-wheel of this bicycle is an endless chain.” A perpetual, everlasting chain “In God is my trust.” Strive, make an effort. Try hard and earnestly. Make it an endless duty. “It’s hard to tell the end When we’ve only just begun.” Seeming to go on always and forever. “Forever, Eternal God, whose arm is strong to save.” Think of it as having always existed. “When will we have an end to this eternal bickering?” Perpetual, interminable, incessant, permanent. “The wedding ring is a symbol of faithful love.” A seemingly endless period of time. “She waited—for an eternity, it seemed.” Everlasting, infinitely durable “It will never wear out.” At any time, at all times, at every time. “Endlessly at your service.” Always, Infinitely Always it comes and goes “The Lord be with us always.” Perpetually, unceasingly, continually, all the time “Home’s always a cheerful place when she is there.” Lasting forever and eternal, never ceasing “He moved in an atmosphere of perpetual ambush.” Constant, enduring, permanent “What an infinite variety!” Without limits, without bounds “Teaching little children takes infinite patience.” Greater than any assignable magnitude or quantity “Infinite space, infinite time, the infinite wisdom of God.” Who would have thought that hell really existed? Always Smash To break into pieces with violence The shattering crash “What a batter!” A smash hit Broken to pieces, to beat, to break (person or thing) “smash a cup against a wall, smash a door in, smash a lock off” Destroy and ruin “Dishes smashed on the floor as the tray upset.” Smashed to bits, crushed, overcome, overwhelmed. A great misfortune, a failure in health, a crack-up Fatally, finally a defeat “smashed on the rocks” Hit with a hard blow “A highly successful Broadway musical.” “The car smashed into the tree.” A wreck. “We heard the smash.” Emotion A strong feeling of Fear, anger, love, joy and grief in the heart of a ten-year old girl, fatally blind to her feelings yet swept along by strong emotion A moving, an agitation, a disturbance From birth In full possession of their senses Easily affected by emotion The winds mix forever An emotional plea to help crippled children, an emotional speech in an attempt to persuade others Feeling Feeling for you feeling for me the act or condition of what we feel An emotion “By feeling we tell what is hard and soft.” “A feeling of security.” His work shows sensitivity to the higher emotions or feelings a sympathetic perception revealed by the general tone thought of in similar terms. Conscious awareness, sensation in itself isolated from anything thought or perceived We’re not moving my feeling heart in reaction to a stimulus, a violent emotion usually overcoming and taking possession of a person, produced in a state of personal reaction The quality or character The force behind the thinking “He reached in his pocket for a dime.” To give the feeling of being I felt like a ride I felt helpless and old I felt myself And what others are planning The air feels cold “She feels for all who suffer.” The most important thing in the world. I was just feeling for myself. Falling, Failing, Fainting, Fair, Faded, Far —Falling and failing are not the same —A weakness, a defect, in the event of a failure —To drop down from a higher place “The leaves are falling from the trees.” —“The wounded government failed to fell the rebels.” —To come as if by dropping, to fall into a low estate —“Farewell, fair faint-hearted person. Sorry you fell.” —A decline, a decay, an insolvency, an absence of, a lacking Like water under the bridge In a fallen manner Being not enough, stupid “My falling hand unites a part of the failing organ.” Falling sick and failing A fall-off, a change to a lower level —Do not succeed. Become unable. “Our envious thought has failed.” —Fair as the evening tide “By fair exchange, not robbery.” Smooth, even, to become fair For purposes of helping people Untarnished, comely, attractive Spotless and pure Plain and sunny To come into a description, a view Not cloudy, not dark, not faded Not faint, not fallen, not far. Daylight Fades Daylight fades when the sun is no longer bright. It went by, weakened, Sunlight fades on the curtains In a fallen age The failure is nigh And up above The faded glory “The walls were burning, buildings fell.” “He fell on his knees to pray.” Weak, and faint within Farther and farther, more than we intended Fainter and fainter, more distant Not near, a long way off “Far more difficult, he Studied into the night.” The hunters penetrated far into the jungle A far reach Farther than you can see, fainter too. Love Love alive alone A warming sound The light of love in the moment in the garden The meaning is this intriguing question A strong and passionate affection The moon is beaming love Something’s charming or delightful Love emphasizes strength of feeling, a warm liking and tender attachment for nothing, without pay as for a child or parent as for God, devotion and loyalty Love lies bleeding in the garden of love for the sake of love Who show great affection for their mates it was night and day for centuries in the endless love Beautiful in mind or character Informal, delightful, very kind of you A flood of good feeling To give and receive love How excellent “Attached to love, like a feeling” Medical love A strong, beautiful love As everything shows My love Love is like a furnace, a low blow, an exotic cuisine Implies connections. Sides A surface or line bounding a thing, not the front, not the back, not the top, or bottom “A door at the side of a house” A wagon, a cloth, beef “Write on two surfaces only” Immaterial a bed, a table, a box the sides of a hollow ball. On the bank or the shore there is neither left or right Neither the body of a person or an animal A pain in one’s side extending for a considerable distance the slope, the course, the attitude a group of people opposed to each other Faults on both sides in a dispute pretentious airs, arrogance in addition to a spinning motion |
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