Nothing in a Lie..

Down here we are ‘tuff’ we eat melon rinds.. stung from lies passed from mouths of the lying kind..

I do not know what a 'lie' is.. I do know you truly love..

lies cannot support weight of a pebble much less dreams.. consistent paper wet cannot support moonbeams..

 if you worship freedom.. something real and true.. reflected in a mirror.. as they study you.. friend comes, someone strange do you prepare?.. something you think will be liked.. validated share..

when they come in earshot.. what is it you say?.. play a social game in life.. lies obscure to grey..

what of species living.. love to recognize.. truth will be laid and played.. give your dream sharp eyes..

perfect is your surprise..

As I see it.. many good things have been developed and given to society.. I believe it is all for nothing in a lie.. for what is a lie but nothing.. it is not a dream.. though some lies  imaginative fascinate they are not art.. they do not build.. they are to exploit.. trying to cheat time.. with nothing.. as time moves forward.. lend a true you.. Peace T.

©AC.27.4.12.arr././

Safe inside..

Downtown uptown all around when one seeks to hide.. secure insecurity those memories inside..

These folks I admire for their work.. in that time. Socrates in his time. I believe in this time.. as in those times.. the essence of freedom is stepping away from being judged by others or judging others.. for one.. it occurs to me 'profiling' is a term developed in anxiety and fear for most.. I believe it will only have a place in society when it is not destructive to anyone.. or anything..

memory can set you free.. sober view or binge.. when  memory presents to thee persistent squeaky hinge.. surity in obscurity may work.. social show and tells in art.. a judges circle jerk..

you are character in senses of life you may meet.. sour power.. no.. share one vision sweet..

your special path or street..

smooth is good inside when one rides in plan.. no one can see.. you don’t tell..  true art honors man..

useless guilt should wilt.. cannot use a crutch.. past is that.. get it pat..  not to involve too much..

walk with rhythm full path melody.. think in simple terms of physical do thus be.. just a passing word  for free..

a path that works for me.. 

there are those overweight wearing jeans from ‘Guess’.. invite to cruel front off types who live to make a mess..

you who know soul inside.. live to create.. art in love.. passed around.. found.. it is fate.. all in sunny morning.. all in a dance of rain.. all in pleasure honey.. all your tears and pain.. all in living, breathing heartbeat.. open love to you.. 

no judge sees.. your every part in art..  ’till shown true..

love to share.. beauty smile for  your day.. sunshine have care..point yourself to loveland.. I will see you there..

Folks do not notice you as much as you think they might.. it is folly to create problems for oneself.. it is folly to be a ‘professional victim’ 

©AC,27.4.12.arr././