Sally forth from alley poureth garbage.. erupted from upset city bowels..cats and dogs petition
Hell of a party.. now.. what was the point?..I remember.. 'Break it and clean up the mess'.. (a picture taken in 1948 Isreal.. 'let my people go'..
human statues.. ’they pee on people’ city councils howl..shaking tennis shoes worth hundreds.. shaking fist a promise of tax rise.. to get expensive shoes for police.. demanding more and more it’s no surprise..headlines of two-way hatred killing.. while schools are forgotten for a race.. no such race exists its exploit billing.. two more victims getting fame in face.. early guilt to gravestone commonplace..
working hard at school pretty molly.. takes care of her kin for all she’s worth.. sunrise hits her eyes she boards the trolley.. her sister home suffers home in afterbirth.. holds her broken heart for all she’s worth..
in Africa soldiers ever bolder.. children steal cookies in drunken hate.. pretty soon a published travel folder.. will be sold as ‘horrors to create’.. each and every soldier born a kind soul.. driven by the drivers drunken blind.. bender from the time they knew to steal.. make and drink all the gold they find..
silent monastery monks are watching.. starry heavens weep at beauty there.. some small town kids are eating cotton candy.. each beauty clean in wonder.. have a care.. living feel the endless acts of hatred.. by unknowing transporters of woe.. the say to bow and please.. their every need appease.. the answer is an ever never NO!.. never fight a battle with destructive.. things that muddle all sense we may see.. here no battle prattle disruptive..we souls born living to be free.. (then order up a money sandwich tree)..
It would be better if they cared. I mean if each and every one of them cared..Peace T@cftd
Way inside ‘Brainstorm’ the smallest of towns forged and created in dream, owned by a soul with a
As all circles.. as is unknown.. soul searches.. force of a starry throne..
delicate role teeter-totter of laughter and screams..tools for fools living madness..disappointed spoiled dreams in blame..cast on their parents..friends or a dog..fool regretted the trip ‘fore he came..
they called for the ‘anger defanger’..made for political woes.. sometime in the cold war a King’s big cold sore made him step on political toes.. with threats of nuclear woes.. some wives think ‘ugh mother sub, all I ever will be.. he loves his mother and hates it.. sees old moms looking at me’..
prospect of dream understands hopeful gleams come with scenes labeled concept.. down in warm river green valley.. where private soul dreams are kept.. alter of life in each living.. pray to your holy inside.. anger cannot find a reason.. not in your primal heart side..
toss skyward judgment of others..reflected sunlight washes clean.. after the rain.. expected pain.. fold out in a peaceful scene.. song may be heard from mouths passing.. folks secure, happy in smile.. lamplighter lighting the gaslight.. each perfect thing stands in style..
so read papers sent in the second.. past things sort out with machines.. turn, face loving in time it beckons.. last best you do in this scene..wave to those riding a sailwind.. luck to those descending caves.. this life is wonder a given.. a party, a gentle love rave..
May your mirrors show you.. then may they be proud of what is seen.. Peace T@cftd
Through The Milky Way Galaxy I stumbled..perfection perfect patterns..soundless, wordless all
Solar Storms to Balance.. seen from afar.. so sensible.. so right..
this not one bumble..Earth to Saturn..perfectpatterns..
old trusted dirt path King James with a knife..pygmies on orders keep score.. busted some jail lock rusted found wonder in life.. mind can see lies pour from different whores.. I sit here writing love it to my core..
how to take example from perfection.. frustration, for perfect is not me.. fate from flow where’er I go meet my humble words.. left for those who pass after me..
So drink what you drink forget a judgment.. felt inside sing your song for true.. pray to the god whose word can touch.. finds the truest part of you..
Sometimes mind pictures my good woman.. as a princess warrior with a sword.. sometimes kitty is the lioness.. who listens and adds what sensed and heard.. back home familiar good old feel.. mind has stories to add from thought.. dreamed of stumbles through The Milky Way to feel.. a small shred of wonders.. the never ever blunders.. wonders I can share.. in love for real..
The wonder of life entertains the soul in mutual love..Peace T@cftd