Secret little World..

World began, who knows when? will it come to pass..that our savior’s father truly was an

'We must make them believe we have found common denominators for human acts..many are most insane..

ass?..stories written bullets bitten does it entertain..time flows through essence of life..does it feel the pain?..does man create what drives the social horse..is it random flow of molecules interact force? Is it simple once again does it matter true..seconds come then go to flow forever..what of you? 

Wisdom found best seller bound scribes speaking of a god..power after Jesus..now kids pray to idpods..not a prayer they say there?..questions rose seems they pray play games look folks at their holy pose..explanations, delegations sent exploring earth..change found in need of each time..each living birth..

Grim or laughing pilgrim food shared with natives found..sexy women offered deals are better by the pound..Manhattan Isle. 28 bucks now buildings so tall..flattened pile of rubble quake will shake until they fall..address in stress just makes a mess limerick quality..but each second do your best..do it running free..

Free from stories carried glories times long ago past..wisdom solid any time..is good wisdom cast..not attack on story fact or God you believe..create well may be your fate..lies wast time deceive..flow as we are living..why not laugh in peace..plays we write we live..love neighbors share the feast..

Jubilee or Jamboree happy live the style..work or play most anyway..good when you learn to smile..carved forever in stone..some may carve in wood..when message is passed along..it should be something good..there should be a word museum for each useless sound..that comes from thoughtless mouths to bring violence around..

First on the list of useless, pointless words would be war..hidden at the end of our alphabet..lying under dead heroes who cannot speak..Peace Tony

©AC.26.1.12.arr././

Richer by Far..(Dina’s Song)

Seeing is believing  Hearing is retrieving  My Thoughts In the Evening

In a time of youth colored by imagination and beauty (pic inet)

Sun’s up..she runs up..not done up..she’s herself..

My friend knowing who you are a bright shining warm multi colored star..feeling richer..richer by far feeling richer..richer by far..

Her gold hair..cream skin fair..breast half bare..in the sundown..

Eyes show..just what mind knows..love glows..she’s herself..

Night jasmine sensual knowing stare wit She’s fantasy’s lover in the dreams were I sit..The brightest star I’ve seen lit..The brighest star I’ve seen lit..

Voice chimes..in the nighttime..heart climbs..past my voice..

Ever changing..rearranging..never guaging my time..

Blindfold to trouble..satin laid by her hand..she cannot ever fail to understand..the fairest..girl in the land..the fairest girl in the land.,.

Written at George’s pad.. Makena Beach..Maui, Hawaii

©AC.8,68,arr././

Littletown..

 

Blends with All..

Cities rise surprising eyes each place I have seen..promise of excitement..fashion folks so clean..million dreams power by reams sent to the universe..each eternal..each important..quench emotions’ thirst..

Zipping here trip to there sit in tended park..nature always watching..were mankind makes a mark..movement city life..not cats, or bark of dog, when negative moves Mother Nature sends a fog..

‘Fairy Tales and fairy stale no magic in the sky’..to debunk smells funk everywhere spits in dream world’s eye..small town folks are puzzled..what is city smart..dreams impart makes masters found in any art..

Over hills not far away..in wonder mountain range..valley green not hidden seen peace that will never change..quiet noise heard easy..thankful for the sky..thankful for the one you love..when you catch their eye..

Littltown shines bright each day as each night cloud star..looks at love reflected by folks know just who they are..artist of renaissance were few, strong in belief..building good is understood meets a fate relief..meet  wonder beauty of world life with art of choice..minstrel comes makes his lute sound like a human voice..as builder sees a mountain..fish in the water play..horror Herod built an arch..that arch stands well today..

Mankind learns from nature. A human would know it if they accomplished one thing as well as nature.  Those who think they can improve on natural are attempting to ‘carry coals to newcastle’.. at best.   ‘A man of science in final resolve can only hope to explain how we are defined against an infinite structure’!  In deference to the many men and women of science who make it possible to design things making our day-to-day lives easier I say ‘thank you’.  Peace T@cftd

 

©AC.19.1.12.arr././

Flash blind..

City street beat my feet rhythm to my ear..  Not like country quiet forest followed path known

Yelling for relief from 'Money Alley'..

dear..

Clouds always remind dancing of sunlight through myriad of beauty nature gives each day..comforts in the night..

Guitar, piano drumbeat, bass kicks beat command..city sounds, city ways, set upon the land..

Toys so bright attract a sense of wanting be..joys of toys lead to primal sex..girl you and me..

Alley has folks standing, dressed just to impress, folks with next to nothing, world of money, world of stress

Hidden thieves behind a paper wall of nothing lies..to hide is their way..from reprise of painful cries..

Turn to right this street is night gas bulbs of beauty glow..lamplighter has done his job..lights path as you go..

Family homes some display flash opulent shine..learn admire covet fire not yours by design..

Guitar in my hand feels good..scales strange on the neck..songs to play along singing for a check..

Back outside nighttime girls party city way..meet and bump..with Kathy rump..on to song next day..

Practice, practice be a star, comes to any jerk..is that true? I say to you..it takes a heap of work..

Alley folks invest in best nose open for cash..work is art money a part of social ways..young..rash

Pilgrims in the city..farm boys girls and dogs..do not look for pity..in ‘city pen for hogs’..art is close..closer than any..when you find it true..share it well..each city hell..made good by art of you..

Money in the alley..they have tools you find..lights so bright in darkest night..flash bright to make you blind..

They will never blind you..no paper or ‘brain police’..can stop an artist who has what folks want..good folks want peace..

I put this in a different format to make reading easier.  For those of you who gave me ‘likes’ I thank you now and will catch up soon.. ..I wish each of you realization of your artistic energies..in vocation or hobby..in Living for Peace..Peace T@cftd

 

© AC.11.1.12.arr././  (‘brain police’ Frank Zappa..Mothers of Invention)