Abominable drunks.. act in Kind..

THE CONVENIENCE WITH WHICH THESE FOLKS SELL THEIR SANITY IS BEYOND ANYTHING EXPLAINABLE.. SOME THINGS REQUIRE NO EXPLANATION.. JUST A LOT OF THOUGHT TO PREVENT EXTERMINATION OF SUCH HORRIBLE PRACTICES..  THERE IS NO EXCUSE.. NONE AT ALL..

Peace Tony

Feel to respect Rights..

Hold these ‘dogs of war’.. that they may enjoy love of other living..

‘Father’.. young boy asked.. ‘how is it so.. world news says many sleep in war’s fire glow?.. does this have to happen?.. how it comes around.. that folks can turn the gift of life.. into killing ground?’..

Man settled into thought.. what he truly learned.. about greed, politics and joker thieves never caught.. or burned.. find common to each living.. born to give in light.. something so important.. Dad wants to get it right..

Undiscovered dreams of growing living joyful young.. learn from actions.. praise and hero stories sung.. young need paternal praise guide maze of social mix.. couple years or so.. he will think of only sex..

In his flannel shirt.. boots, jeans, clothes that wear.. truth is all that matters under son’s curious stare.. ‘Son there are a lot of games folks make money in.. money cannot make or break the love you feel within’..

‘You question ways of war.. make your Father glad.. soldier, preacher, politician all call this thing bad.. when they stumble in impatience.. worse.. stumble in pride.. you must share how you care.. show the love inside’

Boy through tears told Dad of pictures from the century past.. called ‘first great genocide’ tears started coming fast.. ‘saw different faces of death.. each a sight to see.. then I saw them truly for one of them was me’..

‘Some things you will learn my son examples given free.. strength found in caring love is all you have to see.. simple, not so easy.. your non violent fight.. is precluding war always.. to a man respecting rights’

I wish you all the peace of this difficult simplicity.. Peace T.

©AC.5.31.12.arr././

Corporate Views..

If I could but play a song.. write a poem or lyric that would calm an angry world.. it seems it would.. for anger is often a cause for later remorse or guilt.. song is energy for a healthy heart and mind.. AC

Before I do a poem today I have some things I would like to say. 

There have and has been a lot of speculation, accusation and consequential clean-up time spent by corporate executives advised by very expensive legal departments, many times in conjunction with their own legal representation. 

They are committed to the corporation.. so, they are told how to say, manipulate, deceive.. misdirect and so on, without breaking the criminal statutes.  If you are thinking lawsuit be prepared to spend a decade or so running back and forth to a courtroom where successful attorneys work.

This type of thing brings reaction from legislators, many elected officials so ‘justice’ will not be cheated, thus served.  (on a personal note.. I found what I saw of the senatorial investigations concerning irresponsible loans by banks.. disgraceful.. bank officials were cracking ‘cute’ while folks starved.. lost their homes.. etc.. the forum let them do this.)

In the area of what I think, how I see those who have such responsibility.. many times is diluted by my reluctance to know such things happen.  I suspect I am not alone in the desire to have a ‘smooth’ ride. 

It does not change the truth of what I know and why.  I have regard for the facts concerned in work needed, employment and the social importance of this very important tool.  I am dumbfounded at the greed, caution and just stupidity that flounders in corporate offices.  This stupidity frustrates customers.  (I have had, in contradiction of any fact presented, an intelligent, well versed in his field, mature man.. stand in my studio and lie to me.  My complaint was one that will resolve itself.. for the corporation.. in time.) 

Corporate knows resolve will come.. I know this.. still.. they could have addressed my complaint.. admitting and adhering to what I said.. now I feel like creating a scene.. knocking things over.. showing everyone my frustration and pain. 

What comes to mind is.. quality of service.. ‘the customer.. if not right must be shown.. sanely and honestly.. how so by the representative of the corporation’.  ‘Being disrespected in an obvious lie is maddening’. 

‘Profit should never  cloud truth or the premise of customer satisfaction’.

From me to you who value the quality of service they receive.. for those of you who understand ‘any lie is a waste of time.. time being ultimately all any living thing has.. Peace T.

©AC.5.30.12.arr././

Polidemic Rights..

As they spoke in freedom.. I saw others look to the path.. some in wanderlust.. some in fear..

The women spoke hushed, giggles, matrimony nights.. looking to sky black velvet.. shooting stars and lights.. found in every color.. frame dark forest trees.. mountains rise in harmony.. wind and snow will freeze.. anything walking nature.. anything that bites.. paths are guarded well keeping life whole.. no disease or armies cross dark pass in winter time.. darkness folks lock chalet homes tight.. to keep peace in the home.. a peaceful soul.. 

Wandering watchtowers clapping mail-gloved hands.. soldiers wait for soup, flagons of ale.. wind is gentle now.. white clouds lend ground mist.. a minstrel woman sings a lover’s tale.. 

Peace came to this land.. mountains hide it well.. from the greedy kings.. the evil Wizard Spell.. away from rats who infect cats in vicious social ways.. a land of fairy story true.. were children safely play..

Healthy rose of cheeks eyes have no lies to speak.. love to share how to build for true.. never utter word control.. never utter war..

A place with love to share with you..

Vision of a world with sparkle sunny days.. clear away dark shadows with a light.. unknown word of ‘war’ .. taken to each soul.. given back in love.. the Living Rights..

Once I thought a person known to me was deluded and grouchy.. My love and I saw a cactus this person tended.. I asked him if I could have a cutting of this unusual plant.. as he joyfully gave and shared.. I met him 6 years after knowing him.. Peace T.

©AC.29.5.12.arr././

FOR BRAVE YOUNG..

 

Watching.. Guarding.. dreaming of the woman he loves.. Alone..

Johnny coming home next week.. cannot hardly wait.. Judy dreams of nights together.. plans with friends a date.. he enlisted fight the Nazi horror threatens free.. in 1941 he died for you and me..

How to thank for true the due of young soldiers in war game?.. of money politics things older folks can name.. pity and deep gratitude for maimed, dead, insane worse.. is war and using resource for waste some  human curse?..

So thank you brave sons and daughters children of the fools.. who send you off for oil soaked dreams.. yank you out of school.. To fight insane who would destroy to answer in kind.. a violent threat to freedom from those who lost their mind..

Those who lay in silence.. find this lullaby for your soul and mine as well.. makes a grown man cry.. crippled I admire heart and mind to live your best.. as metal replaces bone.. you have passed the test..

For the mental anguish.. from moments of blood.. enemy becomes you as you see him in the mud.. staring out he tries to speak.. just a word or more.. I wait in tear-stained thank you s pleading.. please stop all war..

On this Memorial Day.. I will stand at attention and play ‘Taps’ on a Blues Harp.. pretty and sweet.. a sad song.. remembering on a holiday for those who die for others.. Peace T.

©AC.5.28.12.arr././

tax Examine words..

If I could but play a song.. write a poem or lyric that would calm an angry world.. it seems it would.. for anger is often a cause for later remorse or guilt.. song is energy for a healthy heart and mind..

Does it rattle folks tattle on you being you?  Are you tired of those who inspect just what you do?  Do tax dollars paid by you educate the young?.. are great leaders finding cures for those with forked tongue? 

Thoughts came to me in a rush.. as they sometimes do.. these words poured out my heart.. some of them are true.. taxes must be paid raids of audit are adroit.. tax  comes to us voicing  politic exploit..

We are sentient mentally.. tax takes dollars earned.. what comes of it in effect we see.. Since Secretary was named Rusk ‘fore the next one’s turn.. seems folks like living  fearfully..

500 hundred cops are traveling  in an unused train.. dance new Nazi songs out of tune.. ambulance finds use for siren, lights sensed by the brain.. you felt safe leaving school in June..

Called by chance ambulance scares beggars in the night.. Secretary Something smuggles up his butt so tight.. hidden declaration war sent to concerned by faxes.. war in killing fashion just to justify your taxes..

Rally round your living clock.. rally round your joy.. rally round what you know as true.. Why be blind to dally holding dirty socks.. see good things your tax resource can do..

Out of time.. extemporaneous redundancy tries to find purpose in killing wars.. no amount of patchwork can hide the lack of substance in any lie.. war is stupid.. it boggles all sanity.. these folks build giant killing machines of destruction as folks starve.. are exploited in ignorance by the educated.. as they die of curable diseases.. our environment, other species and probably the very sky looks on in stupefied amazement.. one person refusing war.. will make a hundred turn.. a hundred by this equation make 10000 turn.. exponential good.. Peace T.

  ©AC.27.5.12.arr././

overPopulated mirror..

Time of Cleopatra.. all leaders of late.. down through history Alexander Great.. at

WHO IS RUNNING FOR WHAT? SOME GUY WHO LOOKED AS IF HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT.. SAID.. ‘I AM VOTING FOR THE FUNNIEST OR BEST DRESSED.. I HAVE NOT DECIDED,, CLOWNS HAVE ALWAYS CONFUSED ME..’

twelve years he orated.. spoke his lack of joy.. no more battles he could watch.. no place to deploy..

soldiers who found pounds of gold took violent screaming love.. robbing towns with strength of kingdoms.. pounded iron gloves.. cannot mate fate or create any meaning true.. when purpose is politics life sees no part of you..

go places unknown my friends.. places you can share.. faces only you have seen.. inside will find them there..

follow flag-call if you must.. be panoply grand.. come back to your sweet inside when you must understand..

why younger life has always tried slipping social ways.. young folks find improvement for moldy bloody plays.. eons long purpose present by kings.. presidents, dictators, emperors and things..

were two houses on this block back in sixty-three.. twenty now three stories more.. more folks that I see.. came from where? I do not care now we all are here.. share this life for better worse.. in laughter love and tears..

grow we must in mind and soul as we propagate.. meet ourselves mirrored others.. unknown met by fate.. hide inside if you must soon you will repair.. to what you are inside.. what you have to share..

Child inside.. you are wonder.. to share is an answer.. afraid to my cross.. Peace T.

©AC.26.5.12.arr././

Live Soldier..

NO PREMISE IS PERFECT.. IF COMMITTED.. IT IS A GOOD PLACE WHEN ONE MUST FIGHT..

Days civilian win or lose.. seasoned with girls, dance and booze.. spend money laughs.. good food to dine.. feels warm in this gut of mine..

manic runs into the street.. ocean swims feeling elite.. feel all good things on a path called time.. eyesight sharpens see the pap.. river runs North down on maps.. hidden things come strong to my day..

serious alters the mood.. see a youngster who needs food.. things must change is one thing to say.. quietly said here most sane days..

heard in cowboy battle rattle long years past defending cattle said a soldier long in fighting ways.. we were stressed pressed while undressed middle night raid play distress.. he said these words in this way.. what else to say?.. but

‘I won’t die here today’..

Felt demands of the job.. understood ‘corn gone the cob’ is presented in unnatural ways.. bristled hair back of my neck.. looked inside to self-respect dreams emerged in color through the haze.. went back to battle cry.. to yield here I’ll surely die.. then his mouth speaking came my way.. I said from heart and head.. same words I learned that he said..

‘I won’t die here today’..

Consideration for world nation which flag do you fly?.. do they care is it fair to say leaders try?.. step up with song full cup promise of no wrong.. I can’t hesitate to be free is strong.. to heal and educate those so left behind.. shine and clear away fractured tatters of each mind.. bring to date thus their fates to dreams each one known.. honor found in human rights fruit of rights so sown.. serious delirious each thing met I say..

women children heal and learn.. not a toy to ‘take a turn’.. life to laugh.. a peaceful way deadly true heard myself say.. as deceit made a play..

‘I won’t die here today’..

Any victory for human rights and freedom is huge.. Peace T.

 ©AC.25.5.12.arr././

The ‘Everything Monster’..

I WILL GIVE ALL YOU DESIRE.. UNTIL I HAVE YOUR VERY SOUL..

Staggered down roadway silent.. blind to all he saw.. something heard was the word.. hiding in the draw.. right behind ‘Daily Grind’ straight from fourth estate.. making fashion statements on who failed.. who was great..

Doctor called.. said ‘was he mauled.. did he lose his dream?.. how walking from day town could his purpose lose all steam?’.. Dr. looked into a book.. he just had to check.. if the symptom was a head game.. loosely called expect..

Dr. frowned looked to the ground found cute gals to goose.. then applied his skill and cried ‘a monster here is loose’.. ‘one that uses vision and derision in a lie.. pandering to dreams that fail.. it leaves those dreams to die’..

Crowd then moaned aloud for history has told.. how this monster plays on dreams of love, power and gold.. minions by the dozens friends and cousins.. siblings too.. will take your smooth nail pointed dreams to reinvent the screw.. seems he knows who has toes and who has webbed toe feet.. who is sloppy.. who resists.. who easy to defeat.. candy in his twenty hands knows folks need a meal.. art hides with true joy in life.. while shows of murder steal.. show in TV cool cop handy man who pilots too.. all the things adult kids want that never will come true.. disappointed folks look to the time this monster takes.. wondering how they could have listened to this fake.. then the monster tells his secret one that we all know..

‘I am the monster of all things.. folks I run the show.. I was elected thus protected watch you as you grow.. have a mind you will find some bauble you desire.. watch as you exhaust yourself.. your true self burned in fire..I ran down Exploit St. to Crypt where dreams are sold.. taken from your withered spirit to pawn add to my gold..to living unfettered.. with knowledge of me.. I will take dreams you offer promise merrily.. offer of things you proffer from the heart to need.. then leave you broken as I promise that is just my breed’..

Dr. seemed exhausted as he sat down on the grass.. he said this monster gives you gold and takes dreams as they pass.. all that you desire.. all your wanderlust.. monster eats cake always fake while you real must eat crust.. Dr. dreamed of hospital to cure the blind and ill.. gone for resource lost in war.. which does not heal but kills.. life as we all know it.. ending.. ending fast.. forget a promise only monsters.. take good dreams so cast..

For you are the dreamer.. solid never void.. you a star with living glow.. A monster  dead asteroid.. he may live eternal.. promise anything.. but he is just infernal.. dreams have good songs to sing…

Days will pass in thought or mass ring your freedom bell.. promises are to be kept.. sing your song.. sing it well.. Peace T.

©AC.24.5.12.arr././

Blue Haired Ladies..

Graceful move about a groove could not guess her years.. eyes reflecting laughter, parties.. sad love and some tears.. down in New Orleans.. Riverboat to dance.. find a girl in the unknown.. an unknown circumstance..

Song about ‘big muddy’ ferry cross the main.. ‘President’ wheel to see the French Quarter again.. down Canal St. on to Bourbon jazz fills the air.. from all night club in the cellar right on down the stairs..

Ako Ako patois word for music every day.. some plan all year for the Mardi Gras New Orleans way.. parade plan each man will stand with tribe parade.. each year better than past ‘Spy Boy’ plan made.. ‘Spy Boy’ with a flag carried for the tribe.. will not lose it for a threat or any money bribe..

Finer is better.. understood the best.. Mardi Gras a party dance.. music ebbs to crest.. Heard

A SHORT DRIVE E. ON HIGHWAY 90 TO ALABAMA.. ABOUT 30 MILES IN.. THERE IS A STONE BRIDGE.. OVER A RIVER SURROUNDED BY GREEN..

‘Satchmo’ blow and sing about ‘Saints Marching In’.. beauty soft ‘Wonderful World.. again again.. heard jazz greats address the fates with melody so true.. guitar sad a hollow harp.. that ‘New Orleans Blues’..

Blues run like a river feed a waiting pond.. clear notes butterflies dance on shore lovers lookin’ on.. all about music flow strong cold beat to dance.. maiden.. man beguile with smiling moves love’s game of chance..

When I am doing something boring.. when something hurts me.. when I am joyful.. when love comes to pose it’s question.. whatever happens.. it is better with a good driving song.. Peace T.

©AC.23.5.12.arr././