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././

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././

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Speak of True..

The ‘weight’.. can wait we are joyful.. thus joy is what we have to offer.. 

‘What a day’ I had to say trees against the sky.. not a war today.. no reason thought to cry.. wonder is relief in knowing.. heart is feeling true.. such a day is good my friends.. say ‘here the sky is blue’..

yellow rose hellos my nose ballerinas spin.. endless never friendless love.. not a race to win..

canine senses.. cats eye smile feeling peace for free..

light to shade a heaven made my friends for you and me..

In a world where lies are curled in wait to contradict.. any who would take war money.. help to heal those sick.. fences for pretenses.. homemade tricks and fools.. lies will rise to visible.. with warbucks building schools..

Despot take your cold shot home.. think your hatred through.. will it make a better world in hatred through and through?.. never ain’t forever child.. papers stacked burn fast.. a world in need is crying.. your hatred cannot last..

woman man your best will stand proud if set in love.. inside old imagined will not still the cooing dove.. never be ashamed my friend under social stares.. your looking glass will show you.. ways to love and care..

Thought.. ‘Social things in needs and wants cannot be met in wars or hunts.. better in work.. best in play.. when peaceful love comes your way.. Peace Tony

AS THOSE WHO WAIT FOR GOD.. SAY HIS GIVEN WORD CAN HELP.. PEACE BE REALIZED.. Religion overthrowing Heresy and Hatred I (Photo credit: Nick in exsilio)

 

©AC.4.5.13.arr././

Know it.. not in reason..

Mercury was low.. mood was lower still.. cold damn near froze my smile.. I run my

Captain Kidd burying his Bible as depicted in The Pirates Own Book by Charles Ellms. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

smile with will.. on days such as these barometer drops clues.. gravity.. foundation.. my will to say it true..

I live in ‘Prolifia’ my town 2 years or more.. beauty.. bounty.. love my life.. what fate has in store..

‘anemia’ ‘bulimia’ towns avoided now.. gals crave food just to fear it.. got to wonder how?..

Gray in play still ticks away my time for those unknown.. started love found.. care for those with heartsong.. flesh and bone.. eagle days.. trade school plays.. catch that dollar sign.. no more war whore agenda.. robs best of yours and mine..

Strung my ax tuned.. sits waiting for my song.. blues sounds travel forest trails.. moan phrases.. sing it strong..

Rose with blinders throws reminders salty down her nose.. while war drums beat insane songs.. too long.. always wrong songs..

youth runs old stale water.. through a leaking hose..

the saints weep.. evangelist seek cause in Cleopatra’s clothes..

My name will not seek your blame.. I care not what you did.. a judge should be at fudge contests.. from times of Captain Kidd..

When I see those running popular or not they be.. I want campaign words showing care.. care for you and me..

Not for those of money who forget their poverty.. not for those who made it.. to front off.. keep from free..

Those hidden in jungle towns.. cultures thought long dead.. city orphans come around ideas for village heads.. finance preachers.. teachers speak of schools.. crime is war at small town doors..

robbers seeking fools..

Joy is always always.. life should not be less.. boy and girl.. a family.. no avarice or mess.. take a lesson from feline.. all species.. newborn fair.. stars speak of a billion years.. with galaxies to share..

Thought.. ‘I have come to trust myself.. I only do things that meet my approval’.. 

Peace Tony         

Captain Kidd attacks the Moorish fleet as depicted in The Pirates Own Book by Charles Ellms. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

©AC.29.4.13.arr././

Nature gonna Sing

There they are.. walking.. in cars.. purpose so defined.. wish you paths of honor..

NOW.. ALL I HAVE TO DO IS REMEMBER WHAT I LOVE.. WHAT I FEEL FOR..

feeling to your mind.. once I sought to join confused.. anger took a toll.. catch phrase ceased to amaze..

music met my soul..

seen on screens most everywhere.. fights on battlefields.. sorry sorry ways.. history defined by those who yield..

a corn field littered with monsters.. prisoners wait bail.. no one else carries your weight.. when your life gets stale..

Birds sing songs made in nature.. Cat smiles with their eyes.. paths flow from a universe.. beyond years.. and wise.. 

sage will turn your living page.. art will come to pass.. understanding your best friend.. in the looking-glass..

In a land planned for man.. purpose true and strong.. I enjoy the concert.. when birds sing nature’s song…

Thought for you.. ‘The most irritating.. frustrated situations become bearable.. even fun.. when you bring a smile along

‘.. Peace Tony

©AC.28.4.13.arr././

Comments and Likes

HELLO.. I WISH TO ANSWER EACH COMMENT AND LIKE.. HOWEVER.. ONCE AGAIN I FIND MYSELF HAVING TO ANSWER COMMENTS VIA POSTING. 

ONCE AGAIN I FOUND COMMENTS.. AND KUDOS FROM READERS IN MY ‘SPAM’ FOLDER.  ATTEMPTS TO ANSWER IS USUALLY BLOCKED. 

MY THANKS TO THOSE WHO FOLLOW.. MY THANKS TO THOSE WHO COMMENT AND GIVE LIKES..

MY SINCERE HOPES AND WISHES FOR A PEACEFUL WORLD.  

LET THE POLITICAL MACHINES KNOW WE WILL NOT BE TREATED AS ANYTHING LESS THAN HUMAN.. WE WILL NEVER BE UNFEELING MACHINES..

CONSIDERATION OF OTHERS IS A BIG STEP TOWARD PEACE.. RESPECT OF LIVING RIGHTS.. TO A MAN.. WOULD PRECLUDE WAR. 

EDUCATION IS THE KEY TO EVERY PERSON KNOWING WAR FOR THE CRIMINAL ACT IT IS..

IGNORANCE IN IMPETUOUS IMPATIENCE COULD NOT OVERRIDE COMMON SENSE.. LEADING US AGAIN INTO DESTRUCTION.. TO TRY TO FIX SOMETHING.. A THING USUALLY CREATED IN A LIE!!! 

I WILL SAY AGAIN. THERE IS NO WAY TO CREDENTIAL WAR.  THE RESOURCE PUT INTO WAR COULD GIVE US FIRST RATE LIVING.. EDUCATION.. AND MEDICINE.. IT WILL NOT HAPPEN OVERNIGHT.. PERHAPS IT WILL BE A HEALING OF THOSE SO INSANE THEY FIND REASON TO KILL.. FOR POLITICS.. FOR MONEY.. NO MATTER HOW OBVIOUS.. HOW IGNORANT.. HOW HUMANELY CRIMINAL AND GREEDY..

I FIND NO SUCH REASONABLE RECOURSE IN WAR.. NOR HAS ANYONE.. THE ONLY GOOD THING ABOUT A WAR IS THE END OF THAT WAR.. 

PEACE TONY

©AC.27.4.13.ARR././

 

 

Spring Blossom Tales..

Welcome mat by our front door has seen a lot go on.. anger without purpose..

children hope dance singing song..

Every yes and no that came on any traveler’s road.. those who read a scene in love.. sometimes a thieving toad.. 

Young love rides a bicycle her name is Rosalie.. birds above sing their songs.. of flying.. chicks and free..

No bomb has crashed.. nor whip has thrashed.. not one gentle soul.. has been fouled by avarice.. while folks seek to control..

‘Welcome’ here is safe.. no fear.. your travels tell a tale.. of how you did your yes your no.. no judge will say you failed..

Moments fated come plus art created is a sum.. when running.. or at rest we lay.. our living seeks a better day..

Thought.. ‘it never stops being true.. thus it never gets old until it is fact.. a world at peace is a world of peaceful purpose and resolve.. a world that can move forward.. nature needs no permission from the societies of mankind.. mankind on the other hand.. could use a little help from nature.. we must come to the environment.. as with anything else respect will embellish understanding’.. Peace Tony

©AC.26.4.13.arr././

Come moments in Time

Sunlight early morning  flashes in treetops.. I answer laughter dance.. to

AROUND IN TIME.. FOREVER.. Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured in dance: an early moving picture demonstrates the waltz. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

harvest reason crops.. as I dance hope they are watching.. ‘hey there look at me’.. harmless.. quite dis-armless..

Honor bound to free..

politician papers vapors still have not lost smell.. a war created for no one.. no one dared to tell..

horror in example.. something truly missed..  I dance harmless love.. peacefully resist..

what I know is who I am.. might call it ‘my style’.. promises of gold.. cannot equal one child’s smile..

Action.. music.. something felt.. song.. a driving beat.. sound will split forever love.. no music is complete..

Fractal soft it twirls aloft.. to morph.. or split again.. through geometries of measure.. past that with no end.. 

Day is crispy sunlight.. windows raised to song.. a pretty melody my friend.. just never can be wrong..

Sunrise meets gentle eyes.. early morning dew.. is time in your given life.. live love..

live it true..

Thought.. ‘As every action causes infinite ripple through the physical.. we are thus tied to the universe’ 

‘Living things in social setting.. for my time and money.. when studied to improve life.. suggest what may help.. free one.. or hopefully save life.. has moral consequence for each life..

Respect of all living things is a common I find essential to peace in any social setting’..

Peace Tony

©AC.21.4.13.arr././