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Endless Journey

monty — Sat, 13 Feb 2010 17:44:36 +0000

Endless Journey

Soft moments that illustrate complete sketches
of ways that we often hear our own mind speaking it’s language.
Listening to what we encounter through instinct and making subtle
decisions at that next tic coming around on our watch.
Going places, believing in the inner self and wondering
what lies ahead for all of us who live in constant change.
Amazed by magical sights within others where we imagine to
to be part of what’s so important to our soul and energy.
Smiles which cause a total happiness for reasons that
we are not yet made aware of, we just like them.
Conversations bringing a heart felt trust that allows us
to know that we are so alive and interested in what truly matters.
Wonderful to many and understood by few is the never ending reward
from reacting to what one feels that instant.
Content and happy by each wind blown leaf is that which enables
us to grow and dream and live with all that surrounds us on our
Endless Journey..
Always journey my friend.
Your path will unfold….

Monty Montgomery 2006

Blurred

monty — Sat, 13 Feb 2010 17:40:13 +0000

Blurred

A yesterday breeze of tilted understanding.
Today is a stand still in the corner of unknowing.
Nights with lights that are unnatural and highly volted.
My minutes are passing like automobiles of the mid morning commute.
Frantic, rushed and controlled by the hands of humans.
My mind…. Is it? Maybe yours which caused my reaction.
Think like this….. Could it be? The other me.
You is who… Are you he? Am I we? Maybe she…..
Often I wonder where you come from.
Where have you been? I wonder again. I do.
A floating existence of what once was in a single, sealed vision.
A spoonful of age.
A nightcap of soul.
A little more…. A tad.
SANITY, of various sorts.
I visit there sometimes.
Blurred seems to win the battle, the struggle, the movement.
A clarity, all of it’s own design. Hand crafted. Detailed.
Thinking of thoughts while digging the ultimate ditch.
Will I sink deeply within or climb with passion to the surface?
Spinning, off balance…. Strange motions exist.
All the while much madness constructs the irreplaceable path of sense.
So impossible to absorb as the journey is a constant adjustment.
I am not present, I am not past. I am right here, divided.
Not yet traveled moments are upon us.
I can somewhat see now…. Someone…. Somewhere.
I can hear beyond listening.
No longer blurred am I.
My eyes are closed.
Close yours.

Monty Montgomery 2008

Breathing Apparatus

monty — Sat, 13 Feb 2010 17:38:02 +0000

Breathing Apparatus

Flammable thoughts through extended levels of position.
Gathered in some grab bag like way, bunched, yet fluid.
Random…. As it comes…. without knowing, suit right on up.
A constant ringing of sorts. Overhead. Yours and mine.
Echoes of vibration, which conduct. Physically…. Mentally.
A wall in my head and written words of plans on pulp.
Some language. Foreign policy and blessings of confined space.
Communication is often issued and returned.
Of no matter. Not wanted. A mystery of description.
Specific. labeled items only please.
You must consider the other side…. another way.
Caged and distributed like a substance of nothingness.
Choosing to look for something more, not found it has always been.
Combined resources and multitudes of equal decisions.
A breathing apparatus is in sight, filtered I will soon be.
Ethics and human resources are used while recovery takes place.
Flashing and re-fueled during the early a.m. readings projected…..
An outage….. a loss of masses counterbalanced by the other..
Processes which construct all we know, our well being, our light.
A huge grand turning of events. Encased.. secured..
So very protected we seem to be, within these labeled gates.
Choose your source. All energy is precious.
Your apparatus is as well.
Use it.

Replaced

monty — Sat, 13 Feb 2010 17:33:44 +0000

Replaced

A difference you make…
Only known at moments of expressing..
How is that the focus?
Why is it that at a certain moment we listen
To what we heard years ago…..
I know you hear me… do this… REMEMBER……
Your letters… your focus for a minute…
What is it that we all concentrate on a little….
A lot….. Means nothing…..
That look….
I taste your emotion of soft…..
The smile and glow of free attraction…..
You will never see it’s flavor again…
Letting it slide… gone now…
Confused.
Motionless…
Wanting……………………….. Maybe you!
Concentrated…. You see…… Yes…. Smell!
Talk to it and the soul that made you feel it….
“REPLACED” you will be surely……
By the moment that someone took advantage of……
Replaced you are from hesitation….
You will wonder……
You will search for that oasis that may be
Quenching someone’s thirst……
If it passed… Replace that moment….
If you feel emptiness… Fill that space… But wait….
“REPLACED”
is a place that may at some point, retract the re from it’s own word…..
Attract my friend…..
Place yourself!

Minature World

monty — Sat, 13 Feb 2010 17:29:41 +0000

Minature World

Not so far, intimate and full of technique, actually, close.
Changing by the second, drifting against some subject of decision.
Reflecting from unknown angles of setting color, orange is the tone.
Thinking… looks of younger… suppose…. ponder.
Kinetic. Conduct is nestled.
Dismissal denied…
No notice deserved, theatrical visions go on.
Explore and follow streets of irresistible allure.
Neon signs, old master paintings, and thinking rich while you look poor.
How your raised does matter, powerfully illustrate each memory.
TIME. It passes, yet completely circles back with no warning.
Alone on my bench with peace of mind, I sit.
It was going to happen, to understand the investment.
Emotionally collected through documentation.
Growth provided while unsettled inside.
Constantly drifting…….
My apparent rewards…. Complex.
Gray is the tone. Fading occasional images of shape.
Movement lingers through sensual richness.
Simplicity desired now.
Assume sometimes….
Seen you have been.
Seen by yourself.
Rise out of your miniature world.

Restless Definition

monty — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 17:46:56 +0000

Napping, Don’t wake me.
Views from the roof. Am I falling?
Seeing that sign, just a vision or do I go really fast.
Pay that toll and for the car behind you.
Great sleep. People on steps of faith.
Flip flops will do, kinda loud though.
Patterns on different blankets.
Do they talk? We all do, so do they.
You should listen to them!
Feelings of mountains with life under the covers.
Rolling down certain hills..
HOME. Define, restless.
Do you sleep or think of sleeping?
Are you asleep right now, are you? You might be.
Take your shoes and socks off. Dreams are real.
You should have them while you’re awake.
The alarm, hear it. Start a new day.
Wake up, never hit snooze!
Proceed with steps of small portion Like a t.v. dinner.
Listen to others and the faces you don’t see.
Love your family and bedtime stories.
Save your change along with words and sketches on napkins.
Swing in a playground. Catch rain in your mouth.
Eat lots of grandmas jello. Shhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Time to rest.. Defined.
Are you going to take a nap or go to sleep?
Rest a lot, sleep a little, Sweet dreams.

Monty Montgomery 2004

Reptile House

monty — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 17:42:57 +0000

Lights that are taken away through a simple action.
Cameras that close because they are not being used.
To trust a person with your life would be amazing.
Did you grow up far from what you were raised to see and breathe?
Good luck.. Get up, it is time for the zoo.
Birthday parties and everything going the right way.
36 wrong reasons to float a boat that’s been sunk through troubled waters.
Talk to people you don’t know never push others aside.
Reality might be behind glass that’s invisible to you and minutes.
Magic is all around and I believe that great nights of true words
can become focuses of what some people are scared of. TRUTH!
Moving places and changing faces will only bring you.
Sorry about that..
Pink curlers in ugly sculptured pieces that grow tails of what you often tell.
The usual I presume.
Did you ever stop to think that the nicest, strongest people
could actually be the weakest brick ..
The one that would crumble without the others surrounding.
No safer place.    Looks, feels, sofas at home.
Buttons on your shirt and the order in which they snap,   why?
Why do you start at the top and finish at the bottom?
To wonder will it? Is it? Where?
Curious to remember what really exists in each person on that empty street.
Different platforms of being real and looking for 9 and 3 quarters of something.
Acceptance is vibration that’s so great to see.
Everyone so unaware of complete feelings.
I guess we sell out before eternity hits.
Giving up on what we truly need for each other!
We let it go.    Going.    Gone.
Rebuild your house.
You reptile.

Monty Montgomery 2005

Turning Lane

monty — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 17:39:12 +0000

Layers of time created by process.
Really festive moments and coldness on the way.
Local people moving at rates in total awareness.
Why just now?
Phone calls that bring courageous thought.
Believing that we can all be happy inside.
Doing something to bring it for everyone.
Opening a new unbelievable.
Knowing that someday we will all become one.
Plates of conversations and one big neighborhood.
Take me out, show me the ropes, give it to me.
My car wonít start not supposed to go SIMPLE.
Canít you see.
Life has remote control.
Pause, rewind, fast forward a little.
Gray and mahogany are tones of straight substance.
Back to courageous thought, I think I will stay.
We often hide in someway everyday..
We often speak on memory alone.
No water is needed.
I think of those who matter so often.
Like top hats and quite individuals.
Worn with so much care and never saying a word.
So nice. so comfortable.
Figure out that kiss and have tons of mercy.
What is there may not be and others will arrive soon.
The smell of mountains and taste of cheesecake.
So divine and full of flavor.
Totally orange and years of going somewhere.
Rotation seems to be constant and necessary.
Please have faith in what ís around the corner.
I promise you it ís there.
Use your signal.

Monty Montgomery 2002

Watered Energy

monty — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 17:35:02 +0000

Wonder at such a full tank.
I think I see what exist on hills of green melody.
Blades of grass and blankets unfolded.
Smiles, energy that continues into deep sleep.
Seated moments of inspiration and so ready to jump into everything.
Languages are spoken through fingertipsÖ Any extra paint?
Divided by waters untraveled yet able to feel such energy.
Happiness in spoonfuls and running through streets of color.
It feels good to go with simple thought and watch the clouds float.
Sometimes we all float and people watch.
What thoughts take place?
How does wondering affect our process?
We love to explore and view what others cannot see, they never look.
I feel so alive. True value is awesome.
Sounds I hear from a body abroad and how they allow me to breathe.
Simple breath.. easy and with such content fluidness.
Times that take extra effort and guidance from warm hands.
How did it come to this?
So many pictures to fill with loving hearts.
Iíll draw them forever, mediums will be found as needed.
How easy it is to color when it comes from within.
Words through screens that build mountains of total pleasure.
So soothing to imagine that the other side will be found.
Only to foresee, dream, and ride old big wheels with legs aí bobbinë.
Laughter of tremendous portion that goes on forever
This energy builds itself without preparation Nothing prepared.
How could it be, our eyes constantly blink.
Paths unraveled and moments to be remembered.
I look forward to many of them with you my friend.
Many watered energies..

Monty Montgomery 2002

Over Here

monty — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 17:03:28 +0000

Beside you.
Outside is where I am.
Over here in silence…..
I hear, see and feel all that you are…
Won’t you share….

I like to..
To follow words through fields of memory that bloom from branches of time.
Seeds of life and cycles of various vision.
They become aspirations of what seems to exist.
The fruit ripens, becomes of sweet taste.
It runs through my veins, out my fingertips and upon your surface.
Your mind my canvas and your body the texture of my paint.
I see the inside of your kiss and listen for the tone of your heart.
Where do you come from?
Backyards or foreign lands?
So close or so distant from where you should be.
Do i understand or stand with constant confusion?
Those voices create visual satisfaction within my mind.
Your face of no picture.
Your touch is upon my chest.
Your scent brings me home.
Dear and so creative to my soul,
Constant you are in my pupils…
From the other side…