Mind set for Today..

I KNOW ABOUT ‘EUPHORIA’.. AND ‘IMPOSSIBLE’.. STILL.. AN ELEPHANT MUST DREAM IN HOPE TO CREATE A GOOD... SOLID SONG

Pulse of Heavy Metal as we pedal South on Hwy One.. heavy beat rap down morning quiet Sun.. thinking of a song I loved.. pulled into the shade.. sat there thinking over a toke and lemonade..

Clowning said ‘slowdown that lowdown’ Mr. Tricky Dick.. this war and ‘corporate what for’ ain’t nothing more than sick.. my gaze set to water reflections true and bright.. folks sell life for dollars.. makes a scary endless night..

Our qualm was with Viet Nam a lousy place for war.. Mr. Smart or so you say that ain’t what life is for.. still oil plans with lowdown hands all to the West and East.. they run from energy of Sunlight.. hell burn.. is released..

Sitting my old straight back chair.. strum a song and sing.. melody.. blues story me.. my love my wedding ring.. got a closet shotgun.. drawer holds the old nine.. rather make a friend than fight.. love this life of mine.. 

Old Document was signed well.. sealed..  has lasted to our time.. Declared Independence.. dream of freedom.. yours and mine.. gives us shelter in the courts.. privacy at home.. peaceful free and equal.. 

Peace in Love writes a Tome.. 

Thought.. ‘Through recorded history mankind has dreamed.. discovered.. built.. only to lose sense.. compassion.. perspective.. and most sane things in the criminal act of war.. history is full of megalomaniacs who had their ‘purges’ ‘concentration camps’.. ‘inquisitions’..

Changing not one mind.. creating nothing in belief but purpose screaming ‘freedom’..

Old feuds with such immediately deadly purpose.. affect our young.. validate delusional personalities past that have personal issues.. and take living energy belonging only to the life it occupies.. sending it to war for purpose of fame.. gold or commodity..

I feel anyone.. from anyplace on the globe.. who would harm another living thing.. or destroy.. is just out of their minds..

Those encumbered by geography.. despot.. drought.. famine.. disease.. can be helped..

Their families.. acquaintances.. and friends will know of it.. have reason for hope.. it speaks to them of a security.. one that lets them feel safe taking risks.. learning.. exploring..

Something beyond.. someone saying.. ‘we cannot do anything else but attack.. we will take our youngest.. smartest and best.. give them good food.. uniforms and medical care.. plus a skill to perform in our war..

I find this exploitive control an insane premise..

It is never good to let the anomalous terrorist.. or killer.. set the example..

The wasted resource.. life and mental health wasted for the profits of a very few in war is obviously ridiculous in plan.. and projected ‘profit’.. (this writer feels there can be no material ‘profit’.. when a fouled morality.. blinds us to ourselves.. one must be blind if they fail to see each death from war as tragic)..

Do yourself a favor:.. Take the true amount of money the appropriate war costs daily.. even if your skills are not in fiscal management.. see how much you could do.. worldwide.. for education.. water purification.. conservation.. food and medicine.. the good.. clean things.. 

I swear to my soul I would rather see the resource and lives.. the thoughts and feelings.. going to a peaceful constructive world..

There will never be a way to credential war in a sane context’.. 

Peace Tony

©AC.24.5.13.arr././ 

Rememberin’ Right..

Long time gone like yesterday blues was blue as now.. Upper Cellar.. coffee

EVEN THIS YOUNG KILLER HAD REASON MOST WOULD UNDERSTAND..

houses.. folk songs.. words of how..

Condor ‘gainst noonday sun.. Owl hoots in the night.. dog chases Jack rabbit.. everything be just alright..

Outlaws.. them who do not care.. such as ‘Sam Hall‘.. their curses tell they lost.. a maze of what befalls..

Heroes from the other side.. built a trail or town.. guess what I am saying is in song was honor found..

For the pioneer.. the scout.. for the native-born.. for the sailors San Fransisco bound around the horn..

Night and day dreams set a way.. song set down by a dove.. world is mighty peaceful.. when living live in love..

Thought.. ‘until infinity is scientifically defined.. with respect to.. but not in direct relation to real physics.. or enough is known of infinity to speak on how this is not necessary.. it would seem we are confined to ‘solutions’ with no resolve’..

Peace Tony

©AC.23.5.13

Graawnd ol’ Fun..

Went across without a loss historic waterways.. aqua-folks ride fish with spokes..

THEY SHOOK WITH GREAT EXPRESSION OF SINCERITY.. UNFORTUNATELY THEIR HEARTS AND MINDS WERE NOT IN ATTENDANCE..

acting sitcom plays..

Midget raised his middle digit then signed for a tour.. of those who care enough to help the sick.. downtrodden poor..

Love will spark a dullard.. put a virgin in the sack.. shame mouthy hatreds that politically attack..

Have you the eyesight.. courage.. care to explore.. folks in worlds not known to you.. used badly in a war?!..

Every corner ever turned.. each grain of sand I’ve seen.. as time on this earth gives rain.. sunshine.. trees so green..

Makes thanks for the gift of living.. for a world to share.. thanks for love to give.. a heart and mind with will to care..

Thank you living for your teaching.. writers for your craft.. thank you for a sane foundation when the world goes ‘daft’..

Dance today my only way.. on my only trail.. chance you may find love.. make haste our ship is setting sail..

To another day.. another hour.. minutes flash.. reckon with each second.. gentle curtains.. velvet sash..

Thought.. ‘they all knew the danger.. for no reason.. answering when questioned.. with a pile of excuses.. and false pride in prior actions.. much as.. I believe.. George A. Custer General U.S. Army would have spoken in justification had he survived his stupidity.. Peace Tony

©AC.22.5.13.arr././

Living Good..

 

‘BLEND IN ROBIN..
‘YOU KNOW IT BATMAN’..
Picture from Inet

Passion comes heat strikes steel.. things slip from my mind.. crashing through blank pages fill his book.. of the cool inebriate deluded so in kind.. has nothing dreams of nothing trips he took..

Yours is yours.. as mine is mine.. ain’t we living good?..

comes to light as baboons laugh primate brothers all..

at

‘The House of City Primate Wood’

Come raise a glass to celebrate.. yes we won the race.. machines carry weight unknown before.. 

on my knees.. how e’er you please.. bring love to parent peace.. a cause of family.. an open door.. 

Thought.. ‘Once in a while something happens that validates a philosophy I have written or learned.. though I have said it before..

it always astounds me when my faith in those philosophies is rewarded.. I have never broken faith.. I have been tested.. Peace Tony

©AC.21.5.13.arr././

Dream you Inviolate..

 

‘As we speak others bark ‘madness’ for that is who they are’..

Written down.. each laugh and frown.. folks take a part.. of a thing admired.. felt well in the heart.. blue sky been that way.. long as I could see.. yellow sun.. a laugh in fun..

easy good and free..

in the secret of secrets behind gates and doors.. papers hidden.. minds are bidden bought out by the score.. time goes by for every living thing under the sky.. with money the object..

only some apply..

for example.. just to sample how cold it can be.. a penguin and a polar bear sang in middle C.. all about the trade of life and gold across our land.. the air is brown.. ozone gone..

as oil burned it’s brand..

legal types.. old school or ripe in young energy speak.. about some new old money law for new fashion freaks.. green trees go through changes.. red lava burns new trails.. advertises every day

our star that never fails.. 

I see others see me passing through our time.. care is fair.. share is modest.. cruelty a crime.. change gonna come my brothers sisters you know it well.. each miss and each mister..

your own heaven your own hell..

drink a glass of laughter.. to wash down your latest dream.. not a doubt.. not one second lost you gather steam.. friendly love for living.. yet one must move on.. keeping with your easy love.. for an easy dawn..

Thought.. ‘The importance of clarity comes to me in meditation.. as I admire ‘easy’ and my ‘comfort zone’.. it reminds me of ‘one job well done.. being worth more than any number of things done poorly’..

‘for all the panoply and cruel implement of the Nazis in Germany.. the horror of concentration camps.. sexual usury.. those monstrous insanities did not change one mind.. nor bury any faith.. rather.. as any child knows.. they strengthened that resolve to be free in mind and choice.. 

Peace Tony

©AC.20.5.13.arr././

Softly good.. you Good life..

 

RESTING WITH DREAMS.. CAPTURED BY A PAINTER IN ABOUT 1485

Storms have formed a passage to a sunny quiet place.. birdsong.. breeze the only sound.. peace inside my face..

Every look tells ‘I know you’.. sense a living eye.. tells me trillion words.. in ‘easy flow’.. when useless dies..

Hear the pimp.. procure a gimp.. those who explore ‘want’.. come in drunken splendor to enhance the mother hunt..

On the edge of meadow space an owl rides a buck.. picture sky joined by a doe two fawns.. a fox and ducks..

Their eyes follow curious.. their way just peace to find.. I perform my soul-game.. let my art slowly unwind..

Day comes in a wonder.. what will I do today?.. will I meet another with music to share and play?..

Weary when the sunset comes.. sundown evening warm.. rest me weary good mind.. carry love to the next storm..

Dream caress away floats stress.. peace comes to my heart.. my mind agrees as peace it sees.. confusion flies apart..

Thought.. ‘in those sixties times.. walking with good friends of yesteryear.. knowing and believing words like ‘free’ and ‘equal’.. we could find no conflict to predict on that peaceful path.. it takes time.. now a black president in a culture where some.. either consciously or without knowledge.. are motivated by ‘race’..

on the other side of that equation are the young.. (share my joy).. and sense of accomplishment after decades of work and purpose.. dedication that was all-consuming for some.. watching those who ignore the needs of ‘living rights’  ignored in guilt and avarice..

watching television I saw speaking.. with no indication of prompts.. pressure or script..

13 children in ten groups.. they defined ‘race’ as a speed contest.. only two asked if it had to do with ‘nationality’.. and all the years came to one second.. the one that says..

‘it is done.. it is working’..

Peace Tony

©AC.18.5.13.arr././

Sparky never Dies..

THE CLOUD LAUGHS WITH THOSE WE MAY SOMEDAY MEET..

Deep inside my deepest cave.. know a clue is here.. defines one concept of mine..

someday it will be clear.. evening coming.. sun is sinking.. living laughter.. cries.. know it in my bones y’all

‘Sparky never Dies’..

Looked down each hole and shaft some laughs are echoed there.. memory.. dreamed what could be.. see a ‘Gods Eye’ stare.. lifeline time cost not a dime.. next morning sun will rise.. echoing the holy..

‘Sparky never Dies’..

Some have claimed he is a spirit no judge of worth or size.. some say from a universe with truth to lighten lies.. darker.. somehow clearer.. how many miles to mark?.. in a place unknown before..

A silent.. steady spark..

beckons me again again.. thought feeling are in sync.. good sensations at a thought.. each lover.. drug and drink.. hole opens to clouds above.. learned in mirror mine.. saved in caves words of friends who shared.. when life was kind..

Back inside my studio.. in the land of man.. with the joyful.. with the hateful.. with the music band.. warm from any storm love smiling true and wise.. a land made golden with that rule.. and

‘Sparky never Dies’..   

Thought.. ‘as I look.. explore.. learn.. some things have no apparent reason.. in a reality where immutable reason is desirable.. if not necessary for even casual social encounters.. though many create paths that try.. just one eternal spark lends an intelligence unknown.. untapped.. until it is understood’.. Peace Tony

©AC.17.5.13.arr././

Chagall and the Boys..

In a dream.. or was it real?.. sometimes hard to say.. when my story fits to fated.. each second of my day..

a joy on canvas painted with blood ‘a genius soul’.. master painting.. better faster deep.. paints true and cold.. subtlety disturbing any small or petty view.. the master painted living.. a beauty made by you..

round stones on the bank of stream.. good vibe in the air.. warm.. hip with a happy grip.. on music.. dance and care.. always been the same history maps say so.. Scopes expanded minds with hope as mankind sought to grow..

‘buy me something daddy.. just like army guys.. automatic weapons.. spies.. women.. cars.. disguise’..

nature of a crime.. purposes deceive.. when folks burn life as resource.. millions run and grieve..

got a feeling war folks know.. mind tells they lack care.. burn your kids as resource.. for money they won’t share..

stacks of papers written documented in a ruse.. no reason can be found in war.. no well worded excuse.. create their lie of nothing.. I said nine thousand times.. ‘look at waste of resource.. death.. in the ‘oil war’ crimes’..

Whether born in Western skies like me as a write.. or in Northern Lands.. beauty sky.. the Northern Lights.. could be in a desert land.. holy quiet thought.. toys are scarce still there is love.. souls cannot be bought..

fund research.. commies.. John Birch.. explain very well.. years before a moment fated.. rules that shrink or swell.. something nature gives in life.. peaceful free and wild.. war loses excuse cause.. when innocents cry..

somewhere beyond the stars.. yet inside each glow.. God is leaving clues.. for those who care.. themselves to know.. gas to bang.. to strings that hang.. science measures things.. in every way.. in abstract play.. for when our souls can sing..

Thought.. ‘believe what is seen with your eyes.. what you sense with your nose and taste.. what you hear.. this is true perspective.. in a unique way.. for how it relates what passes.. what is passed.. is time in your life.. Peace Tony

CHAGALL ALWAYS PAINTED OF LOVE BETWEEN PEOPLE..

©AC.16.5.13.arr././

Winter’s snowy Sunhine..

 

WE SHARE A WONDERFUL GIFT IN LIFE.. WITH EVERY LIVING THING..

Fun to run come undone.. acting like I feel.. goal in my performance.. dance.. play music.. full for real.. disarm with honesty.. laughter in the room.. an elephant seen easy by the flowers bright in bloom.. 

Mystery clouds history of how we came to be.. what defines the yours.. the mine.. forever destiny.. pretty girl with flashing eyes.. tattoo of a heart.. said ‘hell I believe in God.. mankind is not that smart’..

My mind traveled back through time.. saw folks same as now.. different toys.. same belief.. same earth to tend and plow.. ‘smog device mentality’.. suckers buy the best.. at behest of catalytic.. shown off in State tests..

Walking down a street where women walk and children play.. talking up a peace resolve where love will rule the day.. fantasy brought from a dream.. set in rhyme and song.. love will never hurt one.. good when folks will sing along.. 

Joy in India is said as other lands world round.. laugh me up.. laugh me down.. all around each town.. share.. friend teach your name to me.. share a sense of free.. dream a love forever.. free love eternally..   

Thought.. ‘I can never be too aware of how important attitude is in sense of perspective.. how I will view similar things in the future.. and how I feel in the passage of time.. I prefer a calm sense of inner peace.. oddly.. nature never disagrees..  .. Peace Tony

©AC.15.5.13.arr././

Dyin’ on the Trail

WE PLAYED ‘THE WOODS’.. GOOD ACOUSTICS..

In woods good to me.. path feels warm and right.. way it is.. not the weather.. sounds or dark of night.. came upon two young folk.. different yet the same.. shared a country.. shared a species.. most of all a name..

One looked not to the other.. same mirrored from him.. something ’bout survival.. honor.. when your lights must dim.. questions of the tombstone.. old as life itself..  reason to leave never found on another’s shelf..

One spoke loud as if a soapbox and a crowd on hand.. listened threw his words of peace.. peace upon the land.. other spoke with discipline.. found in social rows.. kind who does a bidding.. in places no soul goes..

To the games for those of plenty.. been a thousand years.. those who disrespect life.. manipulate fears.. never die without knowing.. yourself when you come.. would not breathe another’s air.. or chew another’s gum.. 

In these woods are flowers.. all around this life.. never an excuse heard.. true love of mate and wife.. loud noises.. death no reason.. not welcome this day.. live with flowers.. birdsong peace.. throw the gun away..  

Thought.. ‘It may be tomorrow.. it may be long years.. we will love in plenty.. smile through our tears’..  Peace Tony

(I had a wonderful day with mom on Mother’s Day.. I hope there are many whose life allows such a time).

©AC.14.5.13.arr././