Boondock bound a walk around across a lot of weeds.. ditches where winos slept.. teens hide passion needs..
heard a mumble.. could not make sense of spoken sound.. closer to hear better.. find what was going down.. then there was a rhythm.. found a steady beat.. like a songbirds broken beak singing from his feet.. saw an old wooden sign.. said.. ’path ahead may bend’.. song became clear vocal yokel sung one verse again..
‘traveled long around all places made a lot of friends.. still each story for all glory comes to the same end.. wind up stuck in Toodledick Woetown is its name.. movement stops then here it comes stuck in a cartoon frame.. sing along.. sing a song.. beard the lion den.. this town houses pricks of life.. they just screwed me again’..
There are those who seek unique experience in woe.. soldiers miss when they try to shoot off a poor toe.. someone there will do it.. they will turn the trick.. 7 will get you 12 the ’someone’s’ name is ‘Dick’..
so I chanced to speak to this ditch dweller and his feet.. told him about things in life.. wonderous things I meet..
‘no matter place, chances taken or measure of time, sour sweet why beat yourself? you have done no crime’..
‘what of those who accuse, judge all but challenge duels?.. abuse me, call out my name, kids got no respect in school?’
‘Then you must teach them.. to them you cannot bitch.. more than how they hurt deceive.. they think in terms of rich.. but I know as you do.. when you cool your hand.. peace of mind.. love, song good dance harder than gold to find..
precious beyond words my friend.. infinity stays here.. your love nourishes life.. fools seek control through fear’..
Peace to all who watch cartoons.. peace in floating clouds.. peace in those thought forsaken.. those who think aloud.. peace in those who listen.. peace spoken to the ear.. talk is cheap shallow or deep peace when true words are clear.. peace in all your loving.. peace answered to hate.. peace at home before the fire.. laying with your mate.. painted song of art humbly offered to your fate.. peaceful smell of pine roses jasmine.. sulky sweet.. peaceful in the mirror.. peace taken to your street.. something loves the bitter something the unkind.. peace sweet as kitten litter..
love, simply peace of mind..
Would love to see every person settle into themselves..peacefully. One who argues with their true self cannot speak to another in peace.. Peace T.