Poetry Of William J Dorsett

do they know

2012-08-02T10:26:00.001-07:00

Does a snake know which way it goes while slithering on the ground? does it follow a random direction or is it a scent or a sound? does the bird care to know why it flies, or does just breath in the air and enjoy the skies? Does a swimming fish care to know what is beyond the sea or does it just swim about being the best fish it can be? Animals have their ways of moving about, keeping them strong keeping them stout. They don't have the time to ponder and question the meaning of it all, for they realize their lives are short, insignificant and small.

build it

2011-11-16T00:42:00.000-08:00

f we build it they will come, if we build it they will come, if we build a space that is full of love they will come, if we build a space full of love they will come, as we travel through occupation without doubt, love starts from within and works itself out and as it flows to the ends of the earth a new life of freedom and peace will it birth in time we shall all see the wondrous blessings that can be, if we all pitch in and build a space full of love, they will come if we build it, they will come, build it they will come, they will come,

what you have

2011-11-14T00:46:00.000-08:00

\be happy with what you have and more shall come when it is ready, life is not always about the ego, the hand must remain steady. the thoughts you seek or hard to find but deep if you dig you will find, in mind, and out the answers will work themselves out the power you seek is deep within, and nothing but you can unlock it again. the time is coming to make your choice, which side of the line will you endorse, follow your heart but listen well, because in wait dark things do dwell. the mind is a place one can control, or lose it all with a toll. the pain felt is a sign your are alive, still stuck on a place in which we bind, all of us with a mind of one, till it is time for us to be done

3 statements

2011-11-14T00:29:00.000-08:00

its the center that holds it all together its the ties the bind. the ebb that flows, as reality changes with the will of the one or ones that know. seasons are but a dream and are as short and sweat as orgasms, such is life the dream we live up on the seasons of eternity
causuality is the time that passes by slowly or rapiddly depending on the age of the ey, the mind is a place where one can hide but not too long or forever remain inside, far out from reach of any truth far from reach of any youth, withering, timidly as you crumble to the grave
death is not the way, the answer does not lie beyond the grave, but is picked up piece by piece along the way, there are many secrets that magnetize, there are many manifestations that will materialize, the seeker will be sought the teacher will be taught, dreams are not a thing of evil in which one is to be afraid, everything is an illusion, the weak and the brave. the moral of the story, is that sooner or later everything comes out, start to live full of love and leave behind the doubt

you

2010-09-30T00:12:00.000-07:00

you where someone I liked I took time and tried to know you
you where someone I wanted I put for the energy to show you
you where someone I could see myself with I wanted you to see too
you where someone I could have fallen in love with if you where true
you said things that touched me deep inside
you said things and now it seams you lied
you said things that you did not do
you said things and I wanted to believe in you
You showed me that you aren't real
you showed me the same of what I feel
you showed me and saved some face
you showed me and put me in my place
You are gone now but is it for good
you are gone now be as it may or be as it should
you are gone now just as fast as your glare
you are gone now, like I really care!!

outside ones own world

2009-09-30T20:17:00.000-07:00

the days grow shorter and the nights are longer, the air has a cool breeze and the twilight of the night seems to be at a distances glance.
Farther and father away it seems that there is any intellect out there somewhere waiting for us to seek it out.
Perhaps the intelligence is like us to the ants, we scream and shout at the ants all day and night yet they cannot hear our cries and they cannot understand our language, to them it would seam like the howl of the wind. They cannot fathom us as a whole as we are far too large for them to see us in scale. when we step upon the land they walk they must feel a mighty earthquake, and question, "is that god?"
So why bother to search outside one's own world?
Its only natural.

more random poems by William J Dorsett

2009-09-26T01:30:00.000-07:00

Sun begins to rise another day again
You need to remember where you’ve been
History has a tendency to repeat,
So dont lie down and pretend to sleep
Don’t forget its all in your mind
What ever it is you are trying to find
And you don’t know what you seak
Listen little and too much you speak
Every time you express yourself
You could show your wealth

The first time we met
when she arrived I was nervous, and a bit worried about what she might think. and as we drove down the driveway from my gate, I slowly felt myself getting comfortable.
I took her inside my house, introduced her to my grandfather and escorted her to the privacy of my room, my comfort zone, the place where I could bare myself to her, with little fear or anxiety.
This is when i fist got a good look at her, and i could see in her expression she was timid and shy. Perhaps she was a little worried about what I was thinking, about what I wanted. All i could see is beuaty, and I thought to myself, I must reach out and embrase her. So I did, and as she was rapped in my embrace, I felt her warmth and, it conforted me. She seemed to loose her anxiety within the saftey of my arms, and she begain to open herself up to me. SO we conversed for a bit, and shared little details about one another, but in this was excitement and feeling. Eventualy, I led her to my bed where we sat and talked more, and not long after I got her into a possition to give her a massage. And as her bare skin layed streach out before me, i gently caressed her back. and i begain to kneed her flesh, gently, yet forceably, attempting to remove any and all stress from her werry muscles. I so wanted to kiss her as my fingers glidded over her body. Her skin was so smooth and soft and her body seemed to beckon for more. I leaned in as i caressed and kneeded her flesh more and kissed the corner of her lips, which was kind of like a testing of the waters. A short sweet smile was my responce, and so i massage more, kissing various parts of her back, lightly and compassionately. Then i turned her over and begain to massage her front. I made sure to give every piece of her flesh atention, and i gazed into her eyes and kissed her again, this time she kissed me back. Her kiss was passionate and moved me in such a way, that the kiss itself was orgasmic and it took my breath away.
The kisses didn't stop, though i found with each one it to be harder to concentrait on all of her luscious body. Her passion matched mine, and burned into my soul. Then worked up and without warning, we stoped, and gazed at one another smiling, and engaging in conversation. It went on like this for hours, before she finnaly took my essence from me with her tight, wet, vagina. When i finnaly released my seed, I was filled with a great energy. We layed there for a bit, and cuddled as we smoked our cigs, and we talked more.
Then it was time for her to leave as her responcibilities where egging her to part from me.
So we walked and talked, and i showed her some of my land. Then I rode with her to the gate, to open it for her. Moments after she was gone, i felt a sorrow upon my chest, as i didn't want this perfect day to end. I thought and i hoped, that there would be more days with her, like this to come. I still talk to her often, but as of yet nothing has compaired with this day.
But with each passing moment with or without her, my heart grows fonder of who she is, and what she makes me feel. I really apriciate that she is in my life.

I cant get enough of you
You know that my words are true
And I may not be good enough for you
And I understand, the things your going through
I want you to know I am here for you
IF any of my comfort will ever do

I may seam a little incoherant
But i am sure my feelings are aparent
And every time I think about you
You dont understand, that my heart beats true..
And I want you to know how i feel
My friendship to you is more than real

I can’t get my thoughts away from you
The more i learned the more they grew
And i may not be there for what your going through
And my embrace my not be good enough for you
I want you to know i am here for you
If I can offer any comfort to you

You may seam a bit intolerant
But i could have just been incoherant
And every time I dream of you
MY pillows embrace will never do
And i want you to know how i feel
This conection seams so sureal

slight case of independance (wjd date unknown)

2009-09-26T01:29:00.001-07:00

Slight case of independence
Far away lives with out penance
Open to what may be
But too blind unable to see
Curious of this world we live in
Where are we going where have we been
Does it really matter does any one care
What is left when nothing is there
Can it be seen through the shroud
As it fades away as a misty cloud.

she thought (wjd date unknown)

2009-09-26T01:25:00.000-07:00

She stood there with a sullen smile as she Gazed into the black void that was the gateway to places unimaginable by anyone who has lived a life of peace and happiness.
As she walked towards this portal, this dimensional rift, she felt herself loosing her grip on reality.
The light began to shift, as the physical began to fade, she fell for what seemed like an eternity, only to find herself in a weightless state of oblivion.
Her in this vast nothingness she decided that her memory was the only hold she had left on the world she left behind.
With her eyes wide open she envisioned a new world, in her own imagination, and strange things began to spawn.

Unaware of the things her terrible mind had created, she decided to recreate her body of old, and venture out into her new world.
She didn’t realize that the body she created was still capable of feeling pain, or knowing sadness, but she would soon find in this horrible place her mind had stored away.
She looked out and saw all that this new land had to offer and dismal colors guided her way into hell.

She found herself among trees that have long since been dead, and children with coal black eyes, and hearts to match.
She found herself feeling a sadness consume her in this nightmarish twisted reality of what once was wondrous.
She walked further into the chaos that emanated from her head, and witnessed torched devils crying out in solace and hatred.
And her sadness grew for there was nothing that she could do to help these demons.
The further into her world she went, the more she missed the one that was created for her, the old world, the one that she had to learn and struggle to enjoy.
But she thought to herself “ there must be things here as well that i can enjoy.
Just then her mood again begin to shift an swing, and she felt anger, and sorrow all at once.
She started seeing all of her painful memories rehashed before her eyes.
This solitude she felt was unbearable.
“What have I done?” What has befallen before me, in this time of tragedy, in this place of death an illusion?”
How can I find peace?”
She plagued herself with her thoughts, as eerily a specter of hate came to rest itself upon her shoulders.
She stared blankly into the midnight sky.
And felt herself slowly falling into a deep ominous sleep.

She awoke the next day to find the heat unbearable , and pains through out her body, unexplainable, excruciating spasms of deviant pain.
She fell to the ground and was forced by some unknown to hold her consciousness.
She again felt a despair come over her, accompanied by hatred, and fear.
“What have I don't, what have I created, what can I do to change all of this?”
She stared blankly into a fire that light the blood red sky.

Picking her bones, she tormented herself in her thoughts in her delusions, unaware of her own negativity, unaware, that this alone was hers and hers alone. Unable to comprehend, she has control.
Deeply torched, and badly maimed, she crawled further down this dark, dismal hole.
The blood rushed from her body, yet she could not die.
Now increasingly raging in pain, she impaled herself on a nearby thorn tree, making sure to fill her body full of the splinters and spikes that grew out of its bark.
She found herself in more pain, with a sadness that filled her lands with tears, and a rage that filled her heart with hate.
The sorrowful life she lived, has come full circle. “Choices, and thoughts, intent corrupted, impending doom with the judgments cast, and the finger pointed.”
This saying repeated over and over within her mind.

sacrificed love (wjd date unknown)

2009-09-26T01:24:00.001-07:00

I sit here in my depression and ponder
A war boils up between my heart and mind.
I feel myself fading into oblivious agony
My mind says let go
For now things wont work
If love exists
So shall it be if it’s meant
My heart feels this, and crys in pain
Forces work agaisnt us
And its driving me insane
To be with my love is my dream
But for now the risk is too great
And sacrifice, is the only way it seems
That love can prevail.
My heart and mind are at war
But also they agree
Perhaps a little more time
wait and see
Research all that i can and try to find a way
A voice from a scorpion, speaks out loud
“sacrifice the heart now,
to fulfill it for a life time”
true love will break free
from all of the chaos that consumes us
as we continue to see the light
My heart loves all that you are
As my head is full of fear
Furious this battle is
Deep inside deep within
I don’t know what to do
All i know is i love you.

William J Dorsett (and yet more random poems)

2009-09-26T01:15:00.001-07:00

the snake
she wispers in my ear
telling me these things
that i fear
never knowing
from second glance
as i wonder further on
to face the chance
of what i might dream
as i wake
of what i give
or of what i take
i search ever so long
and ever so far
as though my body feels
this horrible jar
this tourchous power
i can't break free
this chaotic dream
inside of me
i look out
and see you stair
and i know
from your glair
that one look
could so easily kill
but just one good taste
will fulfill
a destiny
we had not known
a destiny that
was never shown
yet you and i
where in a book
from that bite
we both solemly took
and yet we
where once of one
now we are two
moon and sun

(art by William J Dorsett)

Once i was born, or so i am told,
I don't remeber even though, I am not that old.
Then came the years, one two and three
leanrning to speak, coun't and A B C
then came four and five,
I finnialy realized, "I am alive."
Moveing throught this life, learning as i go
expirienceing new adventures and dramas as i grow.
Remebering what was watching it change
entering my teens feeling great rage
Sometimes, I did good, others i did my best
But all in all I still engage in the test.
I have seen light I have seen dark
I can see beauty in a street or a park.
I have felt the spirit of my soul
As I let in love, as I let it flow.
Here i am near twenty five
And here i am still alive.
Some day I will die, or so i have been told
If death did come, i would embrace her even though, I am not very old.....

W>J>D (c) 4/13/2002

(art William J Dorsett)
one is to one::::2-22-02 wjd merlin

when i realized i was one, and alone, i was saddend......
when i realized, i could become many I was gladdened......
so out from my mind I sprung, no longer was i one.
createing the stars, the planets, the sun.......
I create life and breeze
animals, plants and trees...
for the greatest of glourys, i recreated myself in human.....
man and woman
spit in two i became
yet I then begain to blame,,,
myself for what we (I) have done, and so i recreated my self x 2 x 3
slowly becomeing less and less me
I (we) moved forward createing more and more
but as we created we destroyed
and from the one we came (many)
all of this is to uncanny
and as we (I) move forward we (I) realize we (I) may die.
And again we are saddend....
then we relize we are eternal
and we are gladdend.
the we realize we are one
and i am saddend and alone.......but i realize that i can be many
once again here we go......!
from the one to the many from the many to the one from the one to the
many from the many to the one...........................()()()()

SPRING IS COMEING 2-23-02 © WJD*** MERLIN INTERPRISES…LOL
the end has come and gone
winter is almost done
now here spring comes
bringing forth life under the sun
seeing things that sprout out green
as the frogs croak and the birds sing
as the flowers blosum, and the rain drops
setting in the mothers props
for life's play to be shown again
so nature nurtures her friends
bring forth that which was unseen
the colors of the rainbow and a lot of green

AWAKEN 2-24-02
awaken to the sound
awaken to the round
awaken to what is new
awaken to what is you
awaken to the whole
awaken to the soul
awaken to what is and is not
awaken to what you have got
awaken to the past
awaken at last
awaken to the present
awaken to the pleasent
awaken to what is unseen
awaken from your dream
awaken to the bliss
awaken to all that is...

misty midnight sky
what is it about you that beckons me
is it the your stars, your space your moon
that brings me forth that sees me free
and what is that cakleing i do hear
witches woods
am I in the clear
from th wolves amonths the sheep
undenieth the misty midnight sky
small eyes did peep
as i questioned as sought
as it drew near morning
or so i thought
oh misty midnight sky
i must question
whats wrong with these eyes
for i see you are still hear
these sights bring me into fear
for the hours of darkness have past
yet here these misty midnight skies
still at full mast
what is happening to me
in this darkness i cant see
misty midnight skies
away with thee
let me be
bring forth the morning light
just so i might
apreciate thee and gaze upon the again
misty midnight skies
whats wrong with my eyes
i could have sworn
this hour has gone
and it should be morn
yet you are still hear beconing me
yet i have done nothing to beseach thee
let me go let me see
that which you veil from me
the light of the day
misty midnight sky be away...... 2-24-02

lesser than greater that (wjd date unknown)

2009-09-26T01:14:00.000-07:00

Stop thinking visualize being
All that is all creativity
Let it flow like a stream
So it can be seen
Connections shall form anew
To and broaden the view
Life is difficult as it’s made
There is a price to be paid
Journey near, far, within without
Never more live in doubt
Faith (magick) is hard to see
But this is it blessed be
Something learned something felt
In the cards as they are dealt
Play the game and go round
Loosen the grip, by no burdens to be bound
Know what you do and do what you know
Relax breath deep let go
Fret for nothing in this way
Let only your optimism stay
Things happen for a reason this I know to be true
Be aware of your words, and all that you do
Open your mind forward you may see
Watching a future possibility

(art by William J Dorsett)
Autumn leaves they fall
This is part of nature’s call
Life and death can all be witness
As the fall leaves, give natures colorful kiss
Blessed are those who see this come
Full circle as it is near done
Another year full of life
Another year full of strife
Everything that can be imagined and seen
As the Forrest creatures drink from their stream
Nature has its message so true and bold
As onward we will move into winters cold
There is a beginning and an end
Realizing they meet is when we can transcend
Cycles they come and they go
With nature’s harmony they do flow
Autumn is the time of change
Just as the ways of our growing pains
Of life and love and our journey home
In this world where beauty roams….

Quick to blame still
Through these wicked emotions I feel
As this rage boils up inside
With no one to hold no one to confide
To get these dark deceptive thoughts out
To leave this place in my mind this drought
Once I was in a beautiful Forrest full of vegetation, a cliff and stream
But so long ago this was I guess it was just a nice dream
Here I sit in this desert oh desolate land
Full of cactus spiders, snakes scorpions and sand
My furry builds as a dust devil bent on destruction
And when it comes in I lose my sense of construction
How can I make my way past the horror of the dark
Back into the my lighter side of mind, back to my dreamy park
I keep falling in this same old darkened hole
Getting caught up in this anger I can’t seam to control
Oh so horrify is my mind to myself
It is my own devious hell
Though my journey is to find a way out
My own doubt continually, clouds my mind
And I am left weak and feeling confined
Oh this pain this sadness this lack of control
This is my weakness this I know
But I must build on this a fortress of stone
So that by my anger I will no longer be owned
This is my heart speaking loud and true
As my higher self, my soul is coming through
Must find away for me to stay out
Must regain my faith lose my doubt
Must journey in the mind
And seek the answers I need to find
Yet this I have already many times been told
Transmute this lead hear into gold
Into a light and not a weight
So I can break free from all my constraint

Control all that you can
As the atrophy sets in
stagnation of the soul
from all this power and control
over everything that you think should be
as you drive into your eternity
never watching your blind side
oh how this destroys the mind
a wreck of futile attention
don't say a word or even mention
a better way, a better way
cause you wont listen
speak of the heart and of the mind
your controlling ways are so unkind
take all you want but never give
this is not the way we are sopose to live
love is about happiness, and not of pain
this kind of love has nothing to gain
work you magic cast your spell
of your controlling ways creating your living hell
cant see what you do
or the heart that you screw
wake up before it is to late
there is so much at stake
lessons will be learned
as this spiral wheel continues to turn
what you give so shall you receive
this I know you better believe
open your eyes so that you may see
before your controlling causes atrophy
in any and all of your relationships
better be careful before you’re lonely and without friends
this message I give unto you
is nothing never said before nothing that is new
just in a way you may understand
in your mind it just may brand

Egotistical full of self
Small and petite much like and elf
Cute she holds to dismay
As she traces out her own way
Day be day she lives and moves as a lure
Never looking in the distance unaware of any kind of future
Maybe someday she expects to hear “ I will take care of you if you stay,
And you can still live in you own way”
What kind of life does she live
What kind of sacrifices does she give
Does she care does she know
Does she feel does she show
Evermore and never was
Anything she can and never does
Or is this the secular balanced on a spiritual path
What is the formula for this math
Does she know who she is
Does she know the true meaning of love and bliss
Does she search for the truth
Does she bare good news
Does she walk a razors edge
Or to truth does she pledge

Dragons breathe smoke and fire
Conjuring a burning desire
Life and death in the hands of one
So it is written and maybe done
Spell cast out
Confident yet full of doubt
In all that makes this way
Incantations and chants as the wizards and mages play
A caldron sings
As the fates pluck a harp’s strings
Vampires and zombies walking
Among the living
Heroes are few and far between
As we head into a time unseen
By the prophets and scholars of today
What is to come, the answer no one is to say?

The tongue of the serpent speaks forked
As the mouth of the Buddha cries out for peace of Christ mind.
Vishnu dances with glory in the Forrest and wilderness
As Baphomet plays a game of chess with Geisha for the insights of time
Zeus plays a sad tune on his trumpet of gold
Odin seeks out his timeless soul
And through all this the god and goddess get played
As for the word of Jehovah countless men are slain
This is the mortal world in an immortal universe
This is the song of eternity with its gift with its curse
Questioning things of power and might
Dwelling in darkness or light
This is nature with its course
This is the force, the flow, but what is its source?
Many names yet can all mean the same
Who created this mess, who is to blame
Perhaps there is reason for the right
To bear arms for a battle of will and might
But perhaps submission is our true goal
As we continue on our search for the soul

Oblivious to our surroundings as we go about our day
Unaware to what might be or what has been, or what is now
As we fall into the decay of our feeble existence
We are too blind to see two steps in front of us
little own two weeks ahead of us
We walk around like sleepers in the night never knowing a thing
Because we are too vain to look to notice to see
And we engorge ourselves with blissful distractions,
and bide our time with worthless, and meaningless goals
And we still know nothing we rarely search our souls
We would come to realize that this is an everlasting
cycle if we ever looked outside of this box
But we refuse to see anything then what is on our one tract minds
And we fade into the distance
As our extinction seams eminent with our
wars and our drugs and our countless humdrum of free love
And we still walk down this lonely road of solitude
Filled with anger and envy and lust
Have we forgot the true meaning of love?
We separate ourselves from the source of all that is good
And yet we fill our lives with nonsense
and the essence of things worthy of nothing
but a void of pain and suffering and the search continues
to fill the vastness of disolusioned mentality
of the secular world order
while the spiritual beings of this world are looked upon as
the heritics, heathens, and lunitics of our society
frightining as it may be few care to notice
and even fewer still dont notice to care
and there lives keep moving on this super information highway
yet they fill their minds with mindless random facts of things
immuture and tivial to the truth
and they countinue on without responcibility for their actions
as they dodge the bullet of knowing and feeling and seeing what was, is,
and still may come to pass
the mass media enraptured them with their stories of heros and warlords
as they follow the wounded and the helpless like sharks in a feeding
frenzy
and they compile junk upon garbage and call it news
and the world is full of these tormenting and devistating things
they laugh at pain, and cry at love
for they fear and gnash their teeth at that
which is worthy for inspection
yet they still walk away to the mouths of dogs and feed them with these
irrational fecal matters that exist in their souls
there minds
their hearts

I have known you almost a year
I was drawn to your beauty, and silky hair
I yearned to know you in my mind
And know you I did over time

There is a simple sweetness that I adore
But then there is so much more
Yet there are other things I cannot place
I fail to remember when I see your face

There are demons in you dark and defiant
And of these things you have become reliant
So quick to judge and point out others flaws
Yet little do you look in the mirror and scratch yourself with your own claws

Your beauty is within and without
Yet this egotistical confidence is hiding your doubt
You mask your pain with this faked bliss
And to think at one time we shared a kiss

Your arms have brought such comfort
Yet what are these demons in which you consort
Shallow and vain and selfish at times too
These are the parts I don’t like about you

Ask you to change never I will
As I would Ask you to pour your heart but blood spills
Your friendship to me means a lot
Yet I can’t hold back these conflicting feelings I have got

You see I want you close I desire you near
Yet you are also intimidating something I fear
You have a tendency to be shallow and rude
A lack of depth and also shrewd

I feel you are on track yet astray
Even though I love you in many ways
Your words are sometimes torturous and mean
And you tend to hide the real you so it would seam

I feel something warm and full of light
Yet at the same time I see emptiness of the night
You have a balance that is untrue
And all this paints a picture of you

All this I cannot hold back
For love is a risk this is fact
I must be open and complete with you
This is how I feel and what I must do

Sometime we need to sit and talk
Before you move on your walk
About to be the nomad that you are
Before you go away and are to far

I know there may not anything come of this
Yet these words are a reflecting kiss
What I say to you I also say to me
This is something for us both to hear and see

We can learn something grand from one another
You have the strong love of self I of others
This is something we can share and integrate
As this is not about if we shall or shall not mate

I love
What you don't know
cause
what you don’t know
will never hurt me
I love
what you don't say
cause
what you don’t say
means nothing
at all

In the depths of the mind
The towers of time
Meanings have no reality as reality has no meaning
Tortured lost and found willful and demeaning
The ego begs to be let out look at me as it screams
As all things beautiful are reborn in dreams
Nothing is what it used to be nor will it ever be the same
There is nothing new to this world a constant shame
Things change this is the way
Or so they all say
But what is different other then the people and times
the technology and the rhymes
the attitudes are still hear
for this is certain this is clear
the fear of death and destruction
the work of life and construction
creativity and the will to be
knowing little with more to see
what is the purpose of this life
is it to love or life in strife
what is the nothing that creeps in
is it the death growing with the sin
deadly as it may be life lives on
as well some strive for betterment to choose right over wrong
do we know where we came from
is it from many or from one
do we know in what direction we will turn
will we find peace or will we burn
collectively separate and separately collective
we are born to die and we die to live

Learning from superheroes

Moments ago I viewed my favorite show
(Smallville) and as usual the writers told a story of things we should all know
I watched as Clark saw an opportunity to finally get the girl of his dreams
He was in his loft watching the sunset with Lana, the scene so serene
And as the sun started to set
His and her eyes met
She said to him tell me what it is you feel
His heart pulled away, he couldn’t release this love in him that was so real
He could not take advantage of Lana’s mate
He knew a secret that would lose the closeness and they way they communicate
And she looked out at the ending of the sunset and said “look we missed it”
There was a double message in her words, yet no mater how much he desired he new this wouldn’t fit
The man in Lana’s life was going through tough times
For his father’s life was on the line
And though Clark saw this as an opportunity to move in
In his heart, with the knowledge he had, he knew better than to commit this sin
The opportunity had come and gone
And though Clark did the right thing he couldn’t help but feel wrong
His love passed trough his fingers as the opportunity like the sun went into fade
But this is the pain of all good things made

Another simple message within this plot
Was the end, as Lex talked about his lot
The destruction of antique collectibles
Weapons that where quite delectable
And his words to Clark his friend, “Its ok, My mother never liked that room anyway,
As she said, “war is instinctual to humans and that is enough, it would be better to not have war on display””

And in this story there was another brilliant thought
And this was of coarse the main part of the plot
A Teen who felt as though no one could see
Of who he was and what he wanted to be
So with a mysterious green rose he found
He made an invisibility potion so no where could he be found
This brought on by the lack of sight of him by others
Perhaps even a lack of acknowledgement from his mother
This tore him down and made him bitter
And so he sought revenge on those who gave the same treatment to his sister
And like all stories with a superhero
Somehow or another someone will show up to stagnate the bad guys flow
always be with you...

More random unknown dated poems by William J Dorsett

2009-09-26T01:11:00.001-07:00

various random poems by William J Dorsett

2009-09-26T01:08:00.002-07:00

Dates written unknown.

Sacrifice,
What is love?
Selfishness,
What is fear?
Turmoil,
What is real?
Emotion & Touch,
What can you feel?
__________________

!!!
third
eye open
in t h e mind
you see
as it is
to be
!!!

The wind blows yet again
Stirring leaves and sand, to blend
Nature speaks in interesting ways
Life is a journey upon a maze
Seven in the soul
Six in what is known
Five for the man
Four with all that can
Three too one

Rabbits eat,
Carrots
As they
Hop hop hop
Down the rabit hole
To somewhere
Maybe nowhere
To anywhere
They can go

Honestly, Why would you care
You’ve only got this life to spare
On and on and over again
What can you do with this, my friend
Your life can be great or desolate
As life is as you make it (take it)
Travel the road that you know best
And prepare for any test
Trials and judgments await
Are you the fish or the bait
Moving forward and reverse
Sometimes things are so absurd
Two eyes forward so we can see
What kind of animal are we to be
Spiritual, secular, giving, taking
Loving, fearing, genuine, faking
There is so much beauty
Left to see
There is so much left
For us to be
The path chosen still lies ahead
And will lead onward
Till this vessel, this shell, is dead

(((0)))

Can’t you see
As I am is to be
Do what you are be what you do
Doing this will fulfill all that is you
Don’t you fret
Don’t you worry
It will all be ok
For tomorrow
Is just another day
Illusions entrap the mind
How cruel how unkind
Burning in a sea of flame
Locked “self denial” I am not to blame

Don’t you worry don’t you fret
Just admit your regrets
Live fast and die young
Spill the words from your tongue
Open of mind and closed of eyes
Shut your mouth, it’s spreading lies
Living life as part of a disease

Wallowing, in thy own feces
Aching and full of pain
Constantly trying to gain
Never filling a bottomless pit
One more chance, this is it
Another try down the tube
Figuratively in the ass, without any lube

Wasted without reason

Spaced through all the seasons

Open to whats new

Waiting for what you do

Laughing at a cosmic joke

Tickle the funny bone, poke

Sleeping, trying to awake

Wanting out of the mistake

Hold on me::::::::::::
This small thing
How can it have such a hold on me
The cost is high
From money to health
The price is paid
For me to be nothing more then a slave
I get nervous, and tense without
My master, calling me out
oh how I taste your absence
your essence
lingers in me
oh that 20
one by one
in a single file
I burn you, I inhale, I consume
And I still crave more
I take my breath away
and fill me with disease
and I am not sure
how to break free
as this small thing
has a hold on me

Open your eyes
Take a deep breath
Never knowing
When you’ll face death

Take your time
Open your mind
And see
answers always have, and shall always be
inside of you life is terminal
this vessel is of a mortal
spirit to wake, to the eternal and what you may know
these secrets, barred within your soul
waiting for a connection, to be set free
I am as to be

one taste (wjd date unknown)

2009-09-26T01:08:00.001-07:00

ONE TASTE

One taste
And you’ll stay
And you’ll find
There’s no need to walk away
Listen to me
As I speak
This is not the life
For the meek
Walk
With me
And you
Will see
Eat this and no longer
Will you care
And please don’t forget
Kindness is to share

Look I am ok
Tis worth a taste
Go ahead try it
I swear its great
Take this
My love
You can’t
Get enough

What’s this
Something has changed
I feel somewhat different
A little deranged
I feel embarrassed
Guilty inside
Its him, quickly, there has got to be
Some place we can hide

Where are you
I no longer see
Why is it
Your hiding from me
What is it
That you have done
Did you taste it
The one
How can you place blame
On all but yourself
For this I condemn you all
To your own personal living hell
And then it shall
Come to past
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Eventually everything dies, and nothing lasts/

white and black (wjd date unknown)

2009-09-26T01:07:00.000-07:00

White & black

I am as you’re to be
Zen is the way for the blind to see
Open your eyes
Open your mine
Enlightenment to the soul
Is about what you’re allowed to know

Chaos & order
Black & white
Balanced & spun
Day & night

I am as you’re to be
What is the way I’m too blind to see
Shut your eyes
Close your mind
Disembodiment of the soul
All due to what you will never know

eyes (wjd date unknown)

2009-09-26T01:05:00.000-07:00

Eyes
Windows to the soul
Forbidden fruit
The knowledge of what we know
Love
What we should live by
Lust
Such a dark high
Fear
We run away
Envy
So we stay
Lost
In a sea of sorrow
Found
Shall we be on the morrow
Searching
To seek out fame
Floating
On a sea of flame

Wake up
There’s something you are missing
Time to open your eyes,
Its time to see
As I am
Who you are to be
Get up
Get out of your head
Its time to breath
Time to open your lungs
Till they have heard
What’s been sung
That’s it move
Further now
To somewhere
Anywhere
As I am
You are
To be

conciousness expansion (wjd date uknown)

2009-09-26T01:04:00.000-07:00

I find that consciousness expansion is the main inspiration to my work. As it is a way to connect with the microcosm and reach out to the macrocosm so that everything is noticed by All.
I find it most inspirational to lose myself into the sights and sounds, as my music plays in the background, my paint flows onto the canvas, and of the reality I create forms. I feel that the way we use colors can awaken things that are in the depths of our sub-consciousness, waiting to be set free. As with any creative endeavor, I put my soul into, I tend to use many types of mediums, and colors to help others find or feel some form of connection. In this I am satisfied

I can't seam (wjd date unknown)

2009-09-26T01:03:00.000-07:00

I cant seam to get it all out, as I sit here in tourchous pain, I know somehow someway you are happy.
This in itself is not what tourchers me,
But my thoughts, and the loss, and the knowledge of all that has happend eats at me.
I punnnish myself for all the mistkes I have made,
Yet in my regrets i see a patern remains the same.
I told you how I felt
And tried to show you love.
Yet a good portion of the time all i showed was jelousy.
And as it hurt the things you did
As you warned me, I warned you.
You know how lies effected me, yet you lied,
You knew that if the truth come back, my darker side would surface.
Yet you had the oportunity to help subsides these dark emotions.
We both made mistakes
Its all in the past
Perhaps we both knew in the beging it wouldnt last
Sometimes i wounder if there was anything i could have done
To have stopped the events that happend
I read your words and saw the truth
I see that If ever i ment anything too you,
It was little and scarce.
But what did i ever give you beyond minor comforts and affections here and there?
And what di you ever give me beyond the same
Perhaps that is all we need in this life to help the lonliness fade
Perhaps thats all you and I ever needed
Had you been honest with me and told me how you wanted things and kept with it, things might have been different
But i cant sit and trip on how things might have been
All i can do is hope how things might can be.
If i had a chance to be there as a friend
I would
But no matter what kind of relationship you have
You must accept the bad with the good
For they coexist within each and everyone of us
And as we mirror one another in our darkness
We also mirror the light
I miss the good days that we had,
And wounder if ever will those days be here again
It may be over this may be the end
But know no mater what
After years gone by
You’ll still be there
Somewhere in my heart
And if i never see you again
Somehow some way your’ll still be somewhat my friend
And in all of this lessons hopefully have been learned
The word no, a tough lesson to learn
Boundries are easy to cross when you ignor this word
Perhaps we both need to exprince more pain
For something to change
I wish you well no matter where you are
I hope from time to time you’ll remember me
But i cant say
I cant control
Your gona go and do what ever you feel is nessicary to you
Care please
For one day you may find the line in the fault
That snaps from all of the pressure
And the earth will shatter and the lines will break
And you’ll wounder what you did
And you’ll know
Remeber we all have our falts
We all have our p[ain
We all have our issues
We seem to only see what the other does to us
But we all know what we do to others
We all know what we feel
And believe it or not
Some of us actual share in what others feel
Don’t think I didn’t know
Don’t think i havent seen you before
Dont think i couldnt hear
Or didnt listen
I tried
I tried to believe
I tried to have faith
Sometimes it takes a foundation to build this one
But when trust has been abused
How can the morder of truth and love
Ever be stable
Your own words makes you out to be something you know you are not
Life at home, and life own your own
Something different
Yet the same
People keep calling the name
Of what you are making yourself to be
Just remember there is no I there is no me only we
Don’t fall into place
And become what others try to tell you that you are
Listen to your poems
The message someone or something within or without your self is trying to give
Perhaps you can change if you hear the words from your own subconsious
Perhaps you can heal the damnage
And break the cycle
But first you need to recognise where things went wrong
First you must dwell into the past to heal the present to look towards a bright future
Running never solves anything’
For the problems you run from will follow
The things that you fear will come out
They will terrorize
And no matter where you hide
Something will know
If nothing other then you yourself
Hold on to the precious memories
And learn from the hurtfull ones
Remeber that you may have had your share of hurt, but you have given your share as well.
Discover who you are
Discover what you want
And what you need
Distinguish between the two
Know that you are loved
And remember those whom have hehlped you and offer your help in return to those who need it
And life can’t be all that bad
The monsters and demons will cease to be evil and change to angels
When you accept the messages they try and give
Synchronicity is in the works
Divine plan involves all
No mater the divinity that planned it
Open your heart and you might see
Have a beautiful life
Alow your self to truly be the light
That inside of you i can see
And let the goodness within come to full fruition.

daylight poems (wjd dates unknown)

2009-09-26T01:01:00.000-07:00

Daylight poems: These poems where created, by the inspiration of random words on paper.
either Myself or a friend tossed out a few words per poem, to build sentax around, this is the gruleing rsults: (part1)

What is the word? (truth?, Love?, Knowing?, being?, faith?, trust?)

Sometimes unable to understand why we search out/inward to find answers, inspirateion hope and all of the good things we can, be give, and accept! Conciously we open up to the beauty of what we are able to percive as evident truth.
Yet beyond our perception is a larger truth that often we are unable to see, and rarely do any of us know for sure.
This is the faith that drives us closer to understanding the word as it is spoken and brought to be.
Creation is not only an existance but a force that exist within all that exists. The power that comes with being, is everything imaginable and concievable for the collection of truth is not lost to anyone and can be found without and also within. As chaotic and contradicting as it seams life has a purpose, yet is but a dream. What is the word you ask and the answer is very simple...

Look towards the center and find a clue, its something wounderful, that starts within you, and slowly it works itself out, as long as we are without shadow of doubt. This word is simple but true, yet can’t be in all the others, as this word is based on all. When you find this word you often fall deep as this word is worth its expirince. If we can open our minds and alow ourselves to see we can find that magick is in all of the glorious creations......

ONE point Lead, three of true need:
123456
(descriptively using a six pointed star within a spiral)

one point points to another, helps remind us when we trifely and endlessly point the finger and blame one another. Obviously this is not the way to live.
For some reason we always try and find someone true, and indefinately worthy to lead. Open to the possibility of what actualy can be openly imagined and concieved. Seeing only what we dare to shoose to perceive.
Faithfull in what can honestly allow ourselves to consider and to believe.
Words are but a tool of our futile attempts at natural comunication. Selective sight, selective hearing, selective choosing, selective knowing. Always spiritual in some since or another everything seams to come in the number of three. Its often extreamly hard to see, the things in which we are all capable of being. Simpley able to learn of things, that are of true need.
(center) ballance makes for a peacefull center, as we have a life to live.....
1one to many, many to one, begin and be done.
2two to tango easy to say temptations viciously try and sway.
3 three versions all in the same, life can be fun, but not a game.
4 four is a group, no longer just a pair what is truely fair to one, may not be to another.
5 five points man or beast as we are born in the dirrection of being deceased.
6Six double of three, thruely the best in life is free.
(7) (the center piece) Ever watchfull, an all seeing eye.

Ballance ( perfect, harmony, man, woman, day, night, positive, negative, day, and night. dark, and light)

Everything is perfect Just alow it all to always be.
A man and a woman are constantly in contact, always subcouncious, a beakon, ment for one another. By design these souls perfectly compliment one another. In the light of day, rapid movement stays strong, by the dark of night calming slumber, peacefull rest is due. Possitive and negative ions colide reducing/ creating, physical and emotional, good and bad stress. Mixing of the energies, slowly bringing ballance forth, being as one, the whole, or two, part of the universe, waiting paitentently in life for better comprehension and better understanding of the purpose we unknowingly glide through each and every breathing day of our lives, mocked by the mirror the eternal cycle of chashing each others tales the light and shadow carrying a heavy burdon of what must be done. That is the way for all and one. Day and night must coexist ballancing the negative and the possitive essence of man and woman slowly moving closer to the ever flowing truth alpha and omega within, me, within you. A little bit closer to the ballance worthy to understand. Perfect harmony shall always be within the ballance of truth and love (yin and yang)

(third eye, time to open the mind::
sight, vision, clearity
+with eyes of two the physical realm able to see+
sight, with two eyes i am ready to venture out to see th things that lie in wait on my journey. A forward motion of learning and of expirince making oneself capable of taking the next tedious lonely step. With courage and faith, love is near. Yet a time for being open draws close by. It begins by slowly opening the third eye. Sight of mind, perifrial vision, times ten. Visons runnning an unclouded head, open is the way to clearity, and clearity is the way to the undeniable truth.

:another ballaced journey:

(ballance. Forward movement. Journey. Expirince. Live. Help.)
Ballance it seams to be hard to keep. Yet with forward movement its one step at a time, motioning the sickness, a temple so unkept.
Awakening, the begining ability to see, aware of the suroundinga, yet somewhat unconcious. Seeping with various thoughts the journey is a first step, moving on to what may be humanly countless other steps. Yet with this way of being understanding works its way in and builds, what is known as expirince only to gain the wisdom to love the ability, and the passion to live life as it should be without fear in perfect trust loving and forgiving, teaching and healing, stay on corse.
Help is something we all need and we all give whether or not always concious of this fact, as this is the universe in which we collectively occupy.

MOONTIDE (moon and eath solid to the core water and tides draging to the ocean floor wind and air possible to breath flame and fire bring forth heat TIME)

The moon shines down upon the shores of the earth, collectively solid in their purpose. TO unwind the mind, venture to the core of the probem. Flow like water and ride the tides, following obvious desteny rather then end up draging helplessly benieth and empty smile. To be lifeless like an ocean floor one has lost the meaning of love, is absent of hope, and denial of faith.
Wind blows soothing and relaxing air, making it possible to breath oin an otherwise stagnant and unrulely world, with possibility of life, love, and or expirimnce, left empty to cope with the negativity slowly taking those who leave themselves voulnerable. Like a brilliant flame burning and consuming viciously all things under fire able to bring forth heat in order to warm the heart, open the mind and heal the soul. Water tends to cleanse all wounds, no matter how deep.
There is a mesage everywhere while we are aware of the signs. Always has been ever shall be through out the sands of time.

The source (sun energy source life run)
Life on earth begins with the sun as its power radiates through space, heating each mass acourding to its distance and weight. Energy is absorbed by the air, water, land, and the plants, and onward the energy is converted, as the plants are consumed by the aniimals. Something so brilliant and amazing is something hard to see: light so powerfull dirrect gaze would easily blind. One would only have to view the source to knopw something so amazing was a purposefull creation, profoundly magickal, passionately mystical, and faithfull beautiful, this is how all possible loife is able to move. This sun full of energy, is the source, that makes earth run.

MIND BODY AND SOUL ( mind, body, soul. Birth awaken, death, a tower or a temple.)

Always conected to a collective mind yet rarely ever aware, moving in a physical body seamingly anchored to this plane. IF ever there was a time it would be now, move forward, take a leap of faith, to journey is the way.
Visualize without expectations, as dreams can sometimes come true. Live your life day by day as destineys knowledge is casualy carried by the soul, to ensure the plan is always at work. Thoughts flow to question, who or how we are or might be. Darring to push ourselves to the point so we are ready to awaken ourselves to what must begin with birth, and slowly work its way to death, as the mind is a tower that spirals to the temple of the body. As the soul is the connection, to all that is, blessed in this realm or the next. Born to awaken, and move beyond the wall of death.

Rude awakening ( rude alone freak snap, why mission obvious, forget.)

Slowly soon, everyone aware is in for a rude awakening. Seamingly alone we move through life unable to compleetly understand nor comprehend the meaning. Desperate to know more about creation itself, and that which is the true source behind all of this, we carelessly freak ourselves out with what we couriously fail to learn.
Our minds begin to snap, under pressure, as we keep asking the same ol question of why. In a forward motion our journey takes us on a conciously unknown mission beyond that which is within our normal selective comprehension. As the life we choose to live has the obvious answer and we casualy forget why we are hear, what we have come for, and where we are to prepare ourselves to go to next. The meaning we so frivousky seak out day to day in our lives is garded by our soul, and locked within our mind.

anticipation (wjd date unknown)

2009-09-26T01:00:00.000-07:00

windows to the soul flickering like a candles light
baring down the burning of the essential moons glow
slowly decaying in the night
pleasurable essence caresses pale silky skin
time and space for fill a midnights glory
as the agony wares thin
emotional turmoil oh sweat desire
deepening the passion burning like fire
in essence the flow of your hair
washes down like river
and reflects the luminescence
with a soft glare
instilled in waiting the anticipations sting
looking off waywardly
as the siren sings
effortless chaos
tearing into the mind, cutting deep
off to dream land now
exotic sensual sleep

Another fine day (wjd 2003)

2009-09-26T00:54:00.000-07:00

(1) As we travel this road unaware of the chaos
That is waiting for us to go
Driving off the edge of madness
We soon find that everything is
As unlikely as it seams
This world is an illusion
And life is but a dream
(2) If one day you looked in a mirror
Would it be yourself you see
Or is it someone something else
Staring back at you, if so, who, what could it be
And if you saw the connection
Would you realize what it was that you see
That all things are blessed
And that connection and love, can set you free
(3) In the multidimensional realms of the mind
Things often become so unclear
As we travel down the highway of time
And we are unsure where to steer
But somewhere in the distance
There is a guiding light shinning
Showing the way
And all you have to do
Is keep on grinning
As you travel through your day
(4) Sometimes in our journey
We must stop and rest
This happens to us all
Including the best
(5) Sometimes things get a little dark
Sometimes they get a little heavy
Life is not always a stream of happiness
But continue on with the journey it will be ok
(6) Sometimes you feel down
Sometimes a little blue
Sometimes you wish the world would change
But first you must realize, change starts with you
(7) Sometimes you look onward
As you light the fire
Distracted by the flames
Of your deepest desire
(8) Then we get back on the path
And again see more clearly
Its in the math
Life and death and positively and negativity
Connection to all things
Starts on the tips of our wings
(9) Peace starts with a little meditation
This is from within
And builds with relaxation
You close your eyes
And you start to see
The connection between everything
(10) God is in the details so they say
So tip up your glass and you pray
That tomorrow will never come
Or at least not for another day
As you down another beer and enjoy the play
Relax everything is O.K.
This trip is a journey its not going to end in one day
So let go of your worldly possessions
And all of your ambitions
Relax go with the flow enjoy the transition
This is the beginning of the journey and the end of transmission.