overPopulated mirror..

Time of Cleopatra.. all leaders of late.. down through history Alexander Great.. at

WHO IS RUNNING FOR WHAT? SOME GUY WHO LOOKED AS IF HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT.. SAID.. ‘I AM VOTING FOR THE FUNNIEST OR BEST DRESSED.. I HAVE NOT DECIDED,, CLOWNS HAVE ALWAYS CONFUSED ME..’

twelve years he orated.. spoke his lack of joy.. no more battles he could watch.. no place to deploy..

soldiers who found pounds of gold took violent screaming love.. robbing towns with strength of kingdoms.. pounded iron gloves.. cannot mate fate or create any meaning true.. when purpose is politics life sees no part of you..

go places unknown my friends.. places you can share.. faces only you have seen.. inside will find them there..

follow flag-call if you must.. be panoply grand.. come back to your sweet inside when you must understand..

why younger life has always tried slipping social ways.. young folks find improvement for moldy bloody plays.. eons long purpose present by kings.. presidents, dictators, emperors and things..

were two houses on this block back in sixty-three.. twenty now three stories more.. more folks that I see.. came from where? I do not care now we all are here.. share this life for better worse.. in laughter love and tears..

grow we must in mind and soul as we propagate.. meet ourselves mirrored others.. unknown met by fate.. hide inside if you must soon you will repair.. to what you are inside.. what you have to share..

Child inside.. you are wonder.. to share is an answer.. afraid to my cross.. Peace T.

©AC.26.5.12.arr././

Live Soldier..

NO PREMISE IS PERFECT.. IF COMMITTED.. IT IS A GOOD PLACE WHEN ONE MUST FIGHT..

Days civilian win or lose.. seasoned with girls, dance and booze.. spend money laughs.. good food to dine.. feels warm in this gut of mine..

manic runs into the street.. ocean swims feeling elite.. feel all good things on a path called time.. eyesight sharpens see the pap.. river runs North down on maps.. hidden things come strong to my day..

serious alters the mood.. see a youngster who needs food.. things must change is one thing to say.. quietly said here most sane days..

heard in cowboy battle rattle long years past defending cattle said a soldier long in fighting ways.. we were stressed pressed while undressed middle night raid play distress.. he said these words in this way.. what else to say?.. but

‘I won’t die here today’..

Felt demands of the job.. understood ‘corn gone the cob’ is presented in unnatural ways.. bristled hair back of my neck.. looked inside to self-respect dreams emerged in color through the haze.. went back to battle cry.. to yield here I’ll surely die.. then his mouth speaking came my way.. I said from heart and head.. same words I learned that he said..

‘I won’t die here today’..

Consideration for world nation which flag do you fly?.. do they care is it fair to say leaders try?.. step up with song full cup promise of no wrong.. I can’t hesitate to be free is strong.. to heal and educate those so left behind.. shine and clear away fractured tatters of each mind.. bring to date thus their fates to dreams each one known.. honor found in human rights fruit of rights so sown.. serious delirious each thing met I say..

women children heal and learn.. not a toy to ‘take a turn’.. life to laugh.. a peaceful way deadly true heard myself say.. as deceit made a play..

‘I won’t die here today’..

Any victory for human rights and freedom is huge.. Peace T.

 ©AC.25.5.12.arr././

The ‘Everything Monster’..

I WILL GIVE ALL YOU DESIRE.. UNTIL I HAVE YOUR VERY SOUL..

Staggered down roadway silent.. blind to all he saw.. something heard was the word.. hiding in the draw.. right behind ‘Daily Grind’ straight from fourth estate.. making fashion statements on who failed.. who was great..

Doctor called.. said ‘was he mauled.. did he lose his dream?.. how walking from day town could his purpose lose all steam?’.. Dr. looked into a book.. he just had to check.. if the symptom was a head game.. loosely called expect..

Dr. frowned looked to the ground found cute gals to goose.. then applied his skill and cried ‘a monster here is loose’.. ‘one that uses vision and derision in a lie.. pandering to dreams that fail.. it leaves those dreams to die’..

Crowd then moaned aloud for history has told.. how this monster plays on dreams of love, power and gold.. minions by the dozens friends and cousins.. siblings too.. will take your smooth nail pointed dreams to reinvent the screw.. seems he knows who has toes and who has webbed toe feet.. who is sloppy.. who resists.. who easy to defeat.. candy in his twenty hands knows folks need a meal.. art hides with true joy in life.. while shows of murder steal.. show in TV cool cop handy man who pilots too.. all the things adult kids want that never will come true.. disappointed folks look to the time this monster takes.. wondering how they could have listened to this fake.. then the monster tells his secret one that we all know..

‘I am the monster of all things.. folks I run the show.. I was elected thus protected watch you as you grow.. have a mind you will find some bauble you desire.. watch as you exhaust yourself.. your true self burned in fire..I ran down Exploit St. to Crypt where dreams are sold.. taken from your withered spirit to pawn add to my gold..to living unfettered.. with knowledge of me.. I will take dreams you offer promise merrily.. offer of things you proffer from the heart to need.. then leave you broken as I promise that is just my breed’..

Dr. seemed exhausted as he sat down on the grass.. he said this monster gives you gold and takes dreams as they pass.. all that you desire.. all your wanderlust.. monster eats cake always fake while you real must eat crust.. Dr. dreamed of hospital to cure the blind and ill.. gone for resource lost in war.. which does not heal but kills.. life as we all know it.. ending.. ending fast.. forget a promise only monsters.. take good dreams so cast..

For you are the dreamer.. solid never void.. you a star with living glow.. A monster  dead asteroid.. he may live eternal.. promise anything.. but he is just infernal.. dreams have good songs to sing…

Days will pass in thought or mass ring your freedom bell.. promises are to be kept.. sing your song.. sing it well.. Peace T.

©AC.24.5.12.arr././

Blue Haired Ladies..

Graceful move about a groove could not guess her years.. eyes reflecting laughter, parties.. sad love and some tears.. down in New Orleans.. Riverboat to dance.. find a girl in the unknown.. an unknown circumstance..

Song about ‘big muddy’ ferry cross the main.. ‘President’ wheel to see the French Quarter again.. down Canal St. on to Bourbon jazz fills the air.. from all night club in the cellar right on down the stairs..

Ako Ako patois word for music every day.. some plan all year for the Mardi Gras New Orleans way.. parade plan each man will stand with tribe parade.. each year better than past ‘Spy Boy’ plan made.. ‘Spy Boy’ with a flag carried for the tribe.. will not lose it for a threat or any money bribe..

Finer is better.. understood the best.. Mardi Gras a party dance.. music ebbs to crest.. Heard

A SHORT DRIVE E. ON HIGHWAY 90 TO ALABAMA.. ABOUT 30 MILES IN.. THERE IS A STONE BRIDGE.. OVER A RIVER SURROUNDED BY GREEN..

‘Satchmo’ blow and sing about ‘Saints Marching In’.. beauty soft ‘Wonderful World.. again again.. heard jazz greats address the fates with melody so true.. guitar sad a hollow harp.. that ‘New Orleans Blues’..

Blues run like a river feed a waiting pond.. clear notes butterflies dance on shore lovers lookin’ on.. all about music flow strong cold beat to dance.. maiden.. man beguile with smiling moves love’s game of chance..

When I am doing something boring.. when something hurts me.. when I am joyful.. when love comes to pose it’s question.. whatever happens.. it is better with a good driving song.. Peace T.

©AC.23.5.12.arr././

Indians it Is

The year is 1553 a child is being born..appearance name geography from old fact sheets were

If comets were dreams..so they would be..unnamed..

torn..based on maps centuries old red man’s social fall..’Indian’ of outer Asia..’Europe Calling’ calls..every time excuse derides expected notion..decided well by leaders drinking strange and smelly potions..not from Kashmir mind you..nor Himalyian carved in stone..not from Africa or other places with nose bones..perhaps clothing was important..Euro chinese silk..was worn by royalty and other mucky muck that ilk..

Centuries gone mistake laid on bring  trouble to this day..anger guilt..love that wilts.. pride names folks explore way..pilgrims brave smart savvy said they could explain the sun..shine reflect from view of nobles defined other one..what nobles felt about ‘new lands’ found long gone day..another prize to colonize as pirates have their way..

Words of wisdom poured forth constantly from mouths of fools..credit is as credit does hard bargains almost cruel..Spanish Ships with heavy metal on Conquistadors..big is better rain makes wetter sunsets girls galore..simple trades were made in sun and shade..day and night..paradise in wonder weather..good nights, morning light..tribal elders listened as kings mouthpiece native  sung..words of praise glory to raise..old women called words ‘dung’..

Now we sit I know not which rule from time is true..I am who I am in truth..I will not lie to you..rules pass quickly to redundancy it has been seen..as sky is blue, notes played well true..grass almost always green..session of possession met one second to next..living life the greatest gift..write in a thousand texts..in languages dead..languages alive..with seconds such as these my friends..children now will thrive..

Each second can be Mayan Panorama each can be blistered in senseless war..Whichever extends into or is sought by living creatures..will be endured or enjoyed by those known to themselves..Peace Tony

©.AC.3.2.12.arr././

 

 

Lot of Things..

People speak from boredom..excited in dream..love like never known before..starlight, clouds

What greater way to show love..

moonbeams..unique paths walked, talked of some..fate for what one brings..rocks eternal wind blowing shows another way..sees a lot of things..

Then someone spoke I heard was it a sneak thief..politician doctor rabbi or famous Sioux Chief..was it wisdom Socrates left in compromise..what he wrote..who he was..critiqued ignorant, wise..desert sands switching places..army ants that run..masks of lies..politic faces..witnessed by the sun..

You stars named before your time or mine..for true..unknown someone somewhere sees the brilliance that is you..call it play to entertain..story fight grim death..lovers happy..alone..sad..cherish every breath..

Unique to your seconds..like some great aunts ring..pass second to next a jewel of time type thing..create well who you are..express it with respect..your time is yours and yours alone..to love with fun, protect..

I feel if one chooses to shine..they will have help in shining their best..for everyone loves a good show..Peace T@cftd

©AC.2.2.12.arr././

  

Brevadoo..

‘Brevadoo’ a story or a thing took time in life..when stars spun in perfect magic..colors unpredicted..but

I Never Tire of This Picture..(from the internet)

known well..what happened no label ‘good’ or ‘tragic’..just a sense of what stood and what fell..Brevadoo is a name spoken many ways..written of in classics, painted, acted out in plays..propagate cannot wait not for all the world.. ’Brevadoo to you good sir..in your path unfurled’..

Have a wonderful time should you ever visit the land of Brevadoo.. Peace T@cftd

©.AC.1.2.12.arr././

All Grown up..

 

This is the first photo known to have a human being in it..

19 and 28 Father made a killing..really something that a son would know..read players cast dead were in the billing..economy can save lives when it flows..but the question hampered Will..would not heed the damper.. applied in cool excuse called a need..names known when a child..Will had seen enough..to know souls are lost in simple greed..

Spoke long ago,  man at the junkyard..gentle knew for true the eyes of age..we spoke of fishing..trails few men had ever looked upon..painted with his words..each vision page..he told of 1929 though it was ought eight..he spoke of reason cosmic..each man tends his own gate..a word ‘Karma’ boy thought love of girl..word is of the universe tending our world..

1930 men who did not suicide who lost riches and gold..been done dirty not again..cost is stitch each hole..survival needs met..mankind will look for more..keep wants simple in common..ceiling to the floor..folks came back from depression..had a vision clear..seems first foremost in need is human rights so dear..living love a progeny..love for every birth..rights respected..projected peace on earth..

There are ample resources to keep a good standard of living for each of nature’s creatures.  I say this with an assurance of validity that comes from 5500 years of written history.  At least!  I validate this offbeat logic with the very simple fact that Mother Nature and anyone she may be on speaking terms with, just has to be smarter than mankind..Peace T@cftd

©AC.1.2.12.arr././

  

Fortnight..

Clouds opened as flowers atop a crystal shower flowing dreams stream for all who

Raised without pretense..

watch..cyberspace tool done..an artistic one..dreams each time seen take Roshak up a notch..

Locks of brass pewter beauty metal shines uncle smokes long  pipe seems to dream..looks to the fire his  mind warms with a thought..crystal chandelier pastel enamel cream .. painted with steel brushes..bring sound of water..water on the rushes..

Fortnight so he said gavel pound he hung his head..knew his lie to save mad sons of Earls..I offered fight to death..weapon heart and breath..they laughed at honor like little girls..

336 hours none to spare..as if any every came..if swing for crime of nobles then I must..my spirit will avenge my honored name..

My name is Jorry Random come from Dublin..yes a city boy..New York bound..work a boat to the land of freedom..that night he stole away without a sound..

Easy paths to your dreams I wish you..Peace T@cftd

©.AC.28.1.12.arr././

Young mud Sculpting..

This man dreamt of fairness. In another time human rights were on his mind. A dream to remember.

Morning air nothing said..just a dream seen, Christ bled..passing time, what the year? dream realized..away with fear..years, months any day will do..seconds pass..some for you..remember when? is it time..what was then..abyss or climb..

something there..purpose fear..relief  love for one held dear..played in song..written  rhyme..here no one pays overtime..

plans awry seconds pass..plans must die..as dreams must last..not to mourn or celebrate..key there opens knowledge gate..one time friend while it is here..some doors are known to disappear..

knowledge learned..earned your due..stand unique..take in the view…

Walk your path..the view will stay..beauty seen..goes your way..

Another reason why I find truth so important..to share..Peace T@cftd

©AC.31.1.12.arr././