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FOR EDIFICATION OF THOSE UNKNOWING.. AND IN SUPPORT OF THOSE BROTHER AND SISTER ARTISTS WORKING HARD AT THEIR ART.. PEACE TONY

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Younger Day..


Found one true.. give yourself to you..

Found one true.. give yourself to you..

Thinking on decades gone.. slowly look again.. maybe for a memory.. a reckoning but then.. senses pull me back to turns surprise and love today.. passion.. reason.. stories told.. musk from a ‘Younger Day’..

Turned to friend from childhood days.. damn! he looks the same.. talk then remember.. .. scouts.. catfish.. little league games.. girlfriends from fourth grade on.. then a tv pose.. later years young woman.. young man.. tears.. when passions rose..

Sunshine comes same on trees.. same greens as before.. counted lot less houses on walks to the grocery store.. seems smiles.. waves and ‘how are you?’.. then.. easier in trust.. guess even the finest thing untended tends to rust..

World is getting smaller lot of people.. not a doubt.. personal Judged out of time.. taller ain’t no way out.. got to find forgotten things left somewhere.. sometime back.. never blame.. or judge from what folks got.. or what they lack..

Take example from the strong.. beautiful old Oak.. found in dreams to build a place where folks talk true to folk.. cannot decry best it flies free waiting for the word.. song heard from our species.. ever echoed Peace was heard..

Thought.. 

‘it really must be attended you know.. however technologically advanced we become.. however damning our destructive capabilities.. each coming time is the first time.. in a timeless universe’..

Peace Tony

©AC.28.10.14.arr././

Tracers run..


Yes.. my liege.. my ruler.. be affected so.. nature made my world.. fresh air.. four winds that blow..

Yes.. my liege.. my ruler.. be affected so.. nature made my world.. fresh air.. four winds that blow..

Thieves laugh evil cartoon laughter worlds of chains extort..

Riding nothing real another dreamer gets reports..

Working for the cash to bash their minds with alcohol..

Working on that gut.. methane put putts .. a stomach calls.. speaking old street scenes.. cowards cut cuts.. men without balls..

When she looks in disappointment.. then again with hope.. expectations of another.. brother hooked on dope..

Hair flowing  raven black as mother climbs a hill.. spread the message once again of truth.. honor.. free will..

Cross no boss of nature still a man in his belief.. lost his life forgiving.. spoke confessions.. the relief..  

Second first and always new.. come down another game.. one of quality in time.. a world of hope.. not blame..  

Thought.. ‘every time our species doubts the perfection of  Nature.. such pretense is rewarded justly’..

©AC.25.10.14

Witness all Along..


I heard..then looked to the road..that long distance..

I heard..then looked to the road..that long distance..

Purple turban smelled of bourbon sought all things he saw.. silent were Gods of man.. no succor.. offered paw..

Blooded grass silent sends such news through every root.. witness acts recording nature each fall of each boot..

Mother tends her garden sense of beauty in her plan.. witness solid sees the squalid folly laid by man..

Trees cannot be bitter.. still another silent child.. hears a drunken titter from plan of blues so styled..

Seek the gutter with a mutter.. kind of grandpa sound.. kind of like respect.. protect you when he came around..

Flowers round a sunny alley corner show the way.. each little wonder natural.. witnesses today.. 

Have a pile of smiles on me.. joy lent to your trail.. silent beauty.. ways of nature.. image never stale..

Canine bark your love and purpose playing jest to please.. Mother watches mammas as they kiss.. protect and squeeze..

Example of father lost a deal not his way.. would not sell his honor.. love and care he feels each day..

Quiet breeze.. grass to my knees.. silent sensed a play.. kind mercy of mirrors when good folks pass grassy days.. 

Thought.. 

‘each living senses in silence.. is witness.. part.. as we are part of works by the ultimate artist’..

Peace Tony

©AC.20.10.14.arr././

Clown mime Float..


FACING SUCH BEAUTY..

FACING SUCH BEAUTY..

In past days temporal haze amazed read written word.. histories lend mysteries to come.. or so I heard..

Circle round and round again golden dreams perceived.. party on till daybreak.. treasured joyful.. tearful grieves..

Heartbeat head to feet.. erupts verse set in song.. cross up faithless lost to seconds spent in passions strong..

Drunk I had some bush pushed me to sing blues in the street.. heading home light flashed on chrome.. your voice said ‘have a seat’..

Metaphor excused no more light spectrum calm and pure.. works Chagall lent calming calls.. sensed to know a cure..

For confused in overdone.. overthought untrue.. lightweight spoutin’ heavy until heavy brings the due..

Second precious fate eternal brings the next in line.. history is gone you see.. remember good and fine..

Find example there.. not torture cruel some demons shared.. only child.. remember well.. good should be brave..  be bared..

Image mass graves.. cartoon killers.. raced so for the throne.. murder upon rape.. barbed wire.. skulls smiled whitest bone.. 

come..

Smile you wondrous wonders in your beauty.. lightning through a prism every shade.. solid colors unique peaks each living.. crystal unique mirrors nature made.. show your stage.. each line and part you played

Thought..

‘every lie is a waste of time.. a nothing that relates only to another’..

Peace Tony

©AC.16.10.14.arr././

Decades of Ripples


LOOK WHERE YOU WILL.. IF YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THE TRUTH.. YOU WILL FIND THE WHINE OF A DELUDED CYNIC.. A FEARFUL LIAR.. CIRCLING IN USELESS REPETITION..

LOOK WHERE YOU WILL.. IF YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THE TRUTH.. YOU WILL FIND THE WHINE OF A DELUDED CYNIC.. A FEARFUL LIAR.. CIRCLING FOR NOUGHT IN USELESS REPETITION..

© ‘THE FINAL DAYS OF PRETENSE’  is my creation.. a book in the works..of fact written in fiction..

Updating my software.. and organizing my research has been something of a task.. this.. combined with everyday everythings that happen to us humans.. have left me posting less on WordPress.. 

I will be posting on my blog site.. occasionally lending ‘sneak peeks’ into the variety of places.. people.. actions and results.. put into story..

I can promise everything related happened.. I will write it as I remember.. or documented.. the names.. dates and so forth will be fictionalized to preclude anything from this book save.. enjoyment and interest.. a perspective many find convenient to ignore.. 

Peace Tony 

 

Infant cry is King..


Unique and wonderful..  newborn  living thing.. offer up a smile.. sing as freedom rings..

Unique and wonderful.. newborn living thing.. offer up a smile.. sing as freedom rings..

 

 

Seems brave and handsome thought a young girl with her glands.. written storied.. honor.. spoils of war.. romance grandstands..  

Perhaps she will join up.. compete with any male.. battle of the sexes unlike  nature always fails..

Shiny guns beat spears.. like toys played with as a child.. adventures none will lose a story stacked hand packed and filed..

Finally a battlefield.. finally a test.. where you find sometimes a woman draws the horny rest.. 

Still that TV image.. words grade school marble games.. lot of people challenged.. makes folks forget their names..

One my parents gave me.. them and those before.. gentle and creative.. a will to help is stored..

as the hundred thousand joke.. speak battle unmet.. enemy no decency take what they can get.. physical yet dreaming.. death thought a wraith.. excuse a deity unknown.. no love.. respect or faith.. 

dark ever darkening skies.. earth a rotten smell.. screams of death and horror ever louder.. wartime hell..  futile runs paths deep and worn from centuries spent war’s crime.. war comes once again.. free in peace costs many times.. 

panoply for all to see.. display shows folks at home.. how we won.. kicked their buns back write tales in a tome.. light shaft from above.. cradles innocence in child.. whimpered.. then a cry of need.. as nature planned and styled.. scholars wisdom.. preacher man.. all watched.. sensed the due.. inner peace comes realized.. a child like each of you..

All the future mothers.. fathers.. heard the infant cry.. disappeared weapons of fear.. as fear lay down and died..

Thought..

‘the cost of war (or any part of the defense budgets worldwide).. used for education.. food.. clean water.. could have cultures blending in peace.. enjoying the best.. not in prideful competition.. not in extemporaneous weight.. just the best we have.. for each child.. the unaffected infant who can and will tell us of the peaceful world we deny ourselves.. that we may have our peace.. free of judgement.. expectation or blame.. in promise of love and peace.. health and education.. such freedoms as set forth in our ‘ U.S. Bill of Rights’ mankind healthy.. educated.. happy.. in the 21st century and beyond’. 

Peace Tony   

©AC.7.10.14.arr././