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././

Mother’s Day

TWO SPECIES DISCUSS ‘MOTHERS DAY’ AND THE GIFT OF LIFE..

Hello.. I will be visiting my dear mother this weekend.  About two weeks ago my dear wife was reading my baby book.. put together with loving care and attention by mom when I was an infant.. to about five years. 

I loved it.. as did my woman.. it showed us so much love.. told us more about my beginnings.. love of family.. all the things that seem so boring in the youthful rush to ‘see the world’.. 

I hope you all have a mother to see.. to love.. I can think of no act or past thing that could still my love of the person who birthed me to life..

I thank her every day of my life.. Peace Tony

 

 

Into Nature’s Way

Down dusty trails.. winds force of gales.. rocks build buildings tall.. folks attend work offices.. with tales to recall..

places lived in times before.. places in a plan.. life a rhythm for your song.. lends a dance to man..

off Washington.. North Beach.. San Fransisco set in dreams.. a play where love  sunrays bounce around moonbeams..

politician.. issue voters.. examine your fears.. cannot label feelings.. no labels.. none to hear..

see a web stretching far as the eye can see.. closer where each line connects a person known to me.. is it Father of my blood?.. yes! I know him well.. Is it Mother that I love?… cast a kindness spell..

now a party beckoning.. work played in the cause.. now a dream with each one starring.. bowing to applause..

life you wonder life you good.. thank you for this chance.. to play song on my good ax strong..

sing songs of free and dance..

Thought.. ‘walking that wooded path.. the only sound.. water running down a small creek-bed.. birds singing.. some other species moving through the brush on rabbit trails..

my very soul screams a silent question.. ‘How can war ever improve these wonders of life?’.. it cannot.. it never will.. what causes this insanity called war?..

a child knows better.. as living love values peaceful.. sanctity of mind’.. Peace Tony

©AC.10.5.13.arr././