Born to lovers under covers found friends reading books.. well described different tribes.. cowboys cops and crooks.. details written of a place mapped out for a ghost.. heaven hell magic spells what I believed the most..
Saw plays ways written says with songs of loving hope.. grew to view let down of war.. to find hope in dope.. generation coming back.. conscience said or written lack.. drove my train without tracks.. a game..
Reacted to negative.. out of time learning to live.. fruit from past years does not taste the same..
Eternal seconds beckon me.. Nietzsche words of running free.. mention tension will not let me be..
One second is all it takes.. jump spin laugh you will not break.. dance your chants lose all fakes.. feel to dream the art it makes.. ski in snow.. swim in lakes..
to know..
Moment clicks on wind up clocks.. forever each moment rocks.. art is you to art second
to grow..
No time past the little tick.. to feel a love.. play a lick.. every second I add to the show..
SHE STILL OFFERS IN DREAM.. Circe Offering the Cup to Odysseus. Oldham Art Gallery, Oldham, U.K. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Quote for this day.. Existential seconds define history as dark ignorant seconds.. 
.. Peace Tony
©.AC.1.9.12.arr././
