Easy Mind Blue

Then some found song.. Victoria Spivey.. Bessie Smith.. Lady Day singing stoned to find her last name each day.. Etta James who lived and died the blues.. unto today..
feeling will never be lost.. some look to it.. for it is expression of life..

Down on Nickel St… 5 million ways to lose.. see sad.. good and bad.. children got no shoes.. five blocks up toward the courthouse waiting to be judged.. a mother screams unfair.. her skin was chocolate fudge..

meanwhile in her mind she wonders mama never lied.. told me I was beautiful.. ’till the day she died.. think of food.. a time like this.. just like Junkie Pat.. food is my heroin.. eating.. getting fat.. John was young eager.. hung just like a mule.. seems when he got done with me.. treated me a fool.. have to tell my daughter.. tell my son to watch.. girl cannot get anywhere.. thinking with her crotch..

Judge Brown feeling stern.. son burned him for his latest catch.. she was twenty he was fifty thinking perfect match.. personal professional.. discipline today.. judge may be a fool thinks he can shuck feelings that way..

all around assignment court.. prisoners in line.. guilty innocent.. some nuts humans most unkind.. one a lunatic was named ‘Prunadick the Knife’.. again again he severs them shows past unfaithful wife.. 

everyone is watching.. poor put on Judge Brown.. his priest will forgive always.. from confession ground..

Justice has to move with time.. past cold long gone day.. done each one.. no one ever finds reason in that way..

Fat Mama in pajamas is herself alone.. a courtroom of the City.. judge comes to his throne.. judge spoke to remember.. judge speaks to forget.. never mind past.. in time crime have ‘jail-house to let’.. sudden felt compassion.. honest as in school.. books written do not go forward..

stubborn is the fool.. denying like a mule..

You just gonna sit there?..

The academic search for reasons found in libraries of each past.. will fly away with the truth of feeling.. Peace T.

©.AC.29.6.12.arr././

Down Africa Way..

 

Such leaders as this.. do you no good in your only life.. what is brought to life at birth.. what those who loved you as an infant taught you.. is far better..

Written left there sitting befitting a time.. said in play with what you say.. find honor and crime..

many years lived energy leaked a social sieve.. makes a hoarder.. landlord.. boarder.. need a path to live.. actions written.. liars quitting.. history comes around.. some  of honor.. faith of soulful..

peanuts for the clowns..

Down around Africa seems they lost their way.. hiding in the jungle.. life must seem a play.. true dreams of when a child.. what known to feel right.. as with life.. your past blows in..

shows something not done right..

Song of wonder.. storms will thunder.. passion beats each heart.. love as you want to be loved.. sad when love departs.. who you are.. life near or far.. reflect in looking-glass.. will show each piece of self you lose..

when Karma makes a pass..

There are women so abused.. children lose their glow.. bringing acts of others back.. as your shadow grows.. past will come to future.. look around.. you know.. every pain a lack of gain..

is one expensive show..

One moving with caution may say.. ‘but sometimes..’ to credit hesitation.. I am glad my one face makes me and ‘all the time’ person.. Peace T.

©.AC.29.6.12.arr././

When I Sing

 

Storm took form deluded.. wind felt real to me.. I found a cave my song to save.. a song that set me free.. Peace Tony

Old friend songs you wait to tell.. an in time melody set free.. nut aligned a wonder find..  from mahogany.. answers come from other roads.. social light or strong.. perfect notes played.. one to next.. shows me in a song..

who I am.. the traffic jam trying for the good.. perfect may not come around.. that much understood.. impersonal beauty.. beauty pure each note.. helps me with the song I sing.. with the weight I tote..

fly through skies set by nature.. stars the universe.. flow of energy.. a song.. each blessing each seen curse.. do not have to hide my fingers never will betray.. the love I feel for you guitar.. thanks I have to play..

Feeling set around the bend.. passed fast running free.. not addressed may get confused when next bend comes to me.. love through heart lungs and blood.. feelings that went south.. sensed to see.. what was will be.. song flies from my mouth..

songs of pity.. songs of moan.. songs that see the pain.. songs of promise.. songs of love.. done right for sane gain.. what touched me will touch again.. Karma has no choice.. feeling in a faith of hope and love.. singing my voice..

It is a wonderful day.. my song is my own.. confusion found in motive and ‘sightseeing’ in that venue.. do not seek conclusion for I sit that plateau an artist.. free of anything but my words and song.. Peace T.

©.AC.27.6.12.arr././

Historic Spring Alley

 

Dante studied.. learned and created.. I look forward to reading beyond ‘Inferno’.. Peace T.
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Dante young heart.. mind looking.. as young folks will do.. looking for an answer.. running from a shrew.. fated to meet ‘Bice’ marry love it well.. down to marble Shakespeare Plays.. toned by silver bells..

Dante of philosophy.. Dante screaming mad.. Twins of Birth and Troubadours sing of needed had.. Cicero poses.. lyric of Orate.. While I sit here early time.. trying to conquer fate..

Malibu Canyon was beautiful this morning.. went hiking with a friend.. a beautiful place.. Peace T.

©.AC.27.6.12.arr././

True Face

FREEDOM.. SWEET FREEDOM..

I sat by the river.. sense of natures land.. smiled at the sun.. freedom of wind.. thought of takers.. thought of givers.. love I have at hand.. love my own true one.. free place I am in..

Watch as others sidled.. eyes set to the side.. why they gonna hide?  why they wanna hide?.. down in South up to North.. clear to outer space.. I got just one face.. any place or side..

Soul glow do you see?  who you are for true.. lie ain’t making free.. what you gonna do?.. act you make a fact.. plant your own dream tree.. no matter it ain’t me.. peace is running free..

Old friend smile at me..  traveled long and strong.. head between his paws.. in a lie no law.. know a never land takes a never space.. have no other time.. have no other face..

Guess it is good to know someone.. how one sees is all that can be known.. when one makes assumption of another’s action or proposed action.. they live in unnecessary confusion.. no person is another.. who one is finds true.. there is nothing in a lie.. nothing in a lie.. Peace T.

©.AC.26.6.12.arr././

Sweet Life Blue

She danced a ‘Minuet’ with joy.. a ripple of happy rhythm.. and love.. from the past.. ‘timeless’ as love..

My time be a good time.. want to see folks free.. always art.. heart of music.. play a song and see..

dance to sunshine.. dance to wind.. dance your peaceful mind..  smile is gonna happen.. leave the blues behind..

If impressing you I do.. let it be in song… let in happy good.. time with nothing wrong.. know I see that sadness.. those with ways of greed.. about love and living true.. about what my heart needs..

Sunshine beach a family.. dance the weekend well.. swim.. run free.. look to the sea.. body womp foam swell.. wash to shore in bubble laughter.. who dares be unkind?.. my love girl.. I know will leave.. blues song comes to my mind..

Now love is the laughter.. now love is the dance.. now is drink and ever after.. promises of chance..

been there.. yeah will be again.. join me in a song.. play it sweet.. please my ear.. come on and sing along..

Playing music is so worth the time.. work and freedom found in song.. every work in every venue when done well.. is the freedom of art.. Peace T.

©.AC.25.6.12.arr././

Why?

Woman left took my money.. story of the blues.. people live people carry.. carry their bad news.. share it like a darkness.. things long time ago.. distress fear and dreams.. mark places they go..

Is there such a thing as true in moving time?.. not an easy question.. not an easy rhyme.. seems peace.. loving peace wonder music score.. confused in conflict.. locked behind steel doors..

Little child carry from the starry all.. something to you when grown.. love and peace may call.. smile is what you need.. love until you die.. little child be happy.. no tears in your eyes..

Years with tears you may know.. passed for me as well.. fears.. love.. time to try again.. live and never tell.. child is grown seen some things.. angry sounds of scorn.. ‘Why’?

Such a loss.. so long ago.. still..

  what happened to you.. since time you were born?..

A child with a squeaky trike yelling hello as I walked.. another.. a little further along my walk.. eyes sad.. desolate lost.. she said.. ‘It was not avocado.. hibiscus.. I cannot eat hibiscus’.. I had no food.. no money.. it was sad.. feeling so helpless.. to help.. Peace T.

©.AC.24.6.12.arr././

Monkeydance

 

In an interview by CNN Michelle (pictured) said.. ‘I will always remember my wild youth with Mike’..
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Monkey looks.. monkey does.. what will be.. what there was.. stage set by sunshine.. washed with rain..

funky books.. genius crooks.. dreamers wait for free.. why yell the cause?.. feels fine a settled brain..

Monkey Mike rode a bike circles round the track.. lady monkey he had known.. left will not be back.. she a reader, not a breeder.. with a high degree.. saw lands childless saw herself.. easy running free.. Saw things to buy and more.. cable’s ‘Fun and Guns’ T.V.

Michelle was a chimp who came from parents of tenure.. School of Husbandry small classes told the ‘monkey cure’.. how to breed.. lay a seed.. health in social stead.. when her smarts made her depart.. Mike just lost his head.. Put away his yearnings took his earnings from the cave.. where Gorilla George loaned money for movies and raves.. Mike told of plans he made for fine monkey cyle fast.. George funded a loan for Mike.. said ‘build it make it last’..

Down around saloons and scooter town choppers so fine.. belonging to chimps who held strong species in line..

Eagle Stripe smoked his pipe looked sage but held his tongue.. a tongue almost cut out.. mouthing off when he was young..

Over on the North of town Sadie Spider hung.. gossip was the chatter every day.. had an eye for Monkey Mike.. for Eagle Stripe a hump and like.. heard Michelle the Chimp had gone away.. Players cast protagonist lay where love is pined and kissed a simp easily bored slashed wrists that day.. fourth estate was great in views.. kind of sketchy in the news.. validate the pews and what they say..

Michelle in Somalia land saw it well could not stand girl chimps supporting pimps for money gain.. all the folks those who rode spokes saw the BBC.. reported ripples from mid-century pain..

Monkey love.. monkey how.. watch S. African Mau-Mau cause confusion in the land of root.. monkey see.. monkey be.. monkey do not follow me.. eat beans downwind so no one smells the toot..

Wanderlust.. money plans.. read well monkey fate of man.. if you have a moment share with me.. how you will find a place.. when you mask a human face.. put there by folks who never see.. from the brains to the butt know this in your monkey gut.. primates born is what primates should be..

Monkey park ever smaller activists holler for dollars.. seems the nature of life should be free.. something means a lot to you and me..

Irony is found in the fact that the very dollars greed sought in destroying what nature built are again sought to undo as much destruction as possible..  Monkeys should not do as mankind for that will downgrade and usurp the monkey wisdom and credo.. HO HO HO.. Peace T.

©.AC.22.6.12.arr././

Bend in the Road

 

‘Morphing’ to the real..
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Child of man becomes father has a sense of death.. know each path of mankind heads due West.. Dark or light day or night solid on the ground.. pass in life each ‘rite of passage’ test.

feeling thinking knowing sad.. bottom line not so bad.. one moves in dance they were born for..

reeling there stinking fool wants things never had.. lonely intent dumb easily bored..

intel fell in observation.. here a person not a nation.. wonder universe creation man.. self is soul a well-known role art the inner worth.. denied in embarrassment a child lonely from birth..

things in mind won’t pass with age.. times of war.. times passion bliss.. still inside that passion ride each love and each kiss.. shown by the memory you know and miss..

each woman and every man.. what they want across the land.. each true in respect.. no need for deadly drones.. like toys secret cell phones.. war fighters all alone.. sent far it is money not ‘protect’..

true in life.. true to soul.. not in submarine control.. not fault workers welfare dole.. never to reject..

Here the breeders welfare feeders suck the social cow.. no time wasted no destruction.. just must show them how..

When one creates a reality it is theirs.. no matter how seen.. they will protect their ‘reality’ as sorry or lame as it may be.. one that is shining.. can reflect the better of each life touched.. .. Peace T.

©.AC.21.6.12.arr././

Name of Mystery..

Past friends frolic.. redefine ‘now’..
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Sun broke in beams through clouds windblown cross the sky.. spoke reams of history.. canyon echo cries.. rabbit knows rabbit life as sky is the sky.. sunlight shows a way to walk.. will never tell me why..

plan of man fiction prediction times there is no floor.. floor is earth given to all.. just that and nothing more.. any moment passing.. what you sense is real.. put to simple what for?.. along with what you feel.. some folks ever try to lever you purpose unknown.. act is fact.. they have a pact signed by them alone.. indicate a credit fate that touches only one.. there are things to look for.. where folks have no fun..See an apple with a bone.. holy man will not atone.. agents heard on private phones.. petrified wood looks like stone.. empty homes coop so flown.. occupied by worthless clones.. gray roan horses lay and groan.. traffic jam.. yet so alone..

perhaps you see something there?.. denied inside sometimes with flair.. kings deposed from useless thrones..

even kings must walk alone..

Just another thoughtful day.. walk along memory way.. thought of ‘Mandy’ proud wolf Red.. long ago in pride.. passing by plants in a yard.. a border collie was on guard.. I said ‘Hello’.. he barked ‘woof woof’.. a puppy inside cried..

Snarl came to me from the roof.. a white wolf lean and trim.. with short hair his blue-eyed stare.. near missed a sense of him.. his eyes intent.. his purpose stark.. only growl and howl no bark.. wolf with man is hard to find.. sent him a picture from my mind.. of Mandy things felt to see.. how Mandy and me family.. wolf quiet now.. no growl or howl.. no grave dug with a trowel.. simple story.. simple end.. past circled.. made a friend..

Sunday morning.. not a mile from home.. a spirit of love and life past time.. came to meet species.. Peace T.

©.AC.21.6.12.arr././