Category Archives: Song Writers Guild of America

Old friends Roads bend

 

Beauty (pic inet)

Live five miles off pavement, dirt road called Sycamore..sleep in loft watch prism stars, sparkle not seen before..with my woman..baby cat..a canine, hen or two..morning comes in light..watching nature’s due..

mid morn comes scooter rumble engine of some size..still two miles..more or less..loud bike no surprise..could be from anytime..maybe I can ride..hope he chopped a ’45 my times ‘fore superglide..CC comes out..thoughts like a shout know she hopes to see someone known a friend from our history..rumble getting close now..coming he ain’t lost..something true comes to you..payment or a cost..my life obeys one boss..

sky was fingerpainted every color blue…deeper darker..finger marker..same canvas as you..swirl with rhythm fingers..sky blends with the earth..mountains sky oceans all you sensed since birth..humbly add with honor..what this picture brings..rider getting closer..road pebbles bite and sting..

never saw him clear..he moved deft with the light..thundersaid ‘a thousand will live or die tonight..even though war-weary, used refugeed or lame, tortured souls still waste what could be love on hero games’

Then he showed me history, war and every spoil..politics created reason treasure always soiled..compared to a robber..killer, liar, thief, those who create law then steal..leave families to grief..others fault relief..

His face froze in a smile..turned his bike toward battle flash..he had death to deliver..for those who war for cash..

‘The only way to sanely relate purpose for an insane act, with word or pen, is criticism’!  ..Peace T@cftd

©AC.28.2.12.arr././

Third world Going on Eighty

 

I have searched for this place many times..I conclude the road was in time..for that time only..

Bleak, happy ancient drawn on walls..caves, love hunts lakes waterfalls..lives, dreams our world play cast..presented well..a ‘right now past’..rings on fingers..nose or lip..do they show ownership?..decorations cast a spell..an old map to the freedom bell..ring it long..ring it loud..freedom! sing it to a crowd..song for lover..by a brook..how you love her..what they took..find a sameness..in the wood..build a love..built on good..relate stories..tell of ploys..share past life girls and boys. Tell it all..so it seems..may understand unfulfilled dreams..blocked wishes..dream negation..many lost..in expectation..love quiet..nature sends..babble brook..creek without end..flowers colors..all around..some dreamed well..some from the ground..NOW second yours reap and keep..flowing time..somber deep..every feeling..happy, sad..dying bleeding, stalwart glad..gold of thieves that beggars steal..cathedral blood where posers kneel..all ignored..or felt with care..this special time..your love did share.. :-)

Truth may be accommodated with space once occupied in mind, even feeling by misconception or fantasy..misconception is encountered at times in learning,.fantasy is fun in sane application. 

(in sanity..little quirk of the old Kings English I ran across in writing this opine) 

There are seconds  in my time that show me how much more there is..concept seen worth more than formula unknown..I believe perception is a road to one answer..I believe we have what is needed to come to ourselves, our given capacity..Peace T@cftd

©.AC.30.1.12.arr././ 

 

A fond Memory..

Thunder sounds when waves pound up North sun or snow..towns blues sounds human culture

'As the town turns to a city..

cities neon glow..work for perks overtime..party at weeks end..swim rivers rappel and climb..fun living with a friend..most happy folks with little things drink may bitch or shout..some were different about what full life was about..

Most wore jeans with flannel not one hole from a moth..Father Cleary easy seen always black suit cloth..wore his collar turned around don’t know what that means..respect is how I treat the man..religion is his scene..one town not very big..but not again not small..probably ’bout 50 thousand folks, farms and all..from five blocks on Main Street, see suit purple and white..worn by Rujohn Long  his suit glowed at night..

Some thought he was crazy..saw things no one could..some said ‘what a poser’..he would do them good..asked to run for office..some corruption plow..would use Rujohn to walk upon all assets trash to Dow..sticky shoes RJ he’d say..at meetings of his plan..pictures, posters paraquotes, gold toasters on a stand..made of rubber silver..okay until close..like going to Dismalland and meeting Mickey Most.

Rujohn left town in fact that section of the state..found a note said ‘Be back after election date..quit politics, offices high..why pretend men are not lying when they riddle lies?’  Rat De Laugh king of graft elected on a joke..forced a vote money for crime made criminal weed smoke..parking meter project said town would thrive..installed parking meters in each private drive..except those who had no money parking on the street..politician care-eth not…they are for washing feet..special is as lying does ask me what is for sale..bucks campaign promise lies sold cheap by the pail..(pale) 

Rujohn came back to scenes broke mothers hearts..young drunks, addicts in the alleys rotten fruit on carts..school resource used for racetracks..school lands for golf course..your kids can caddy for us folks..come by and feed our horse..Rujohn walked morning until very dark..same things happened night and day..school, homes bars or the park..

Rujohn tired walked past trees to his place to bed..in deep feeling then image ..’next morning I wear  red’..for all what to say was said..by those passed on and dead..Suddenly..jumped from bed  ran silly ’bout his room..save earth..those pending birth..save all from plague that dooms..fell to the bed laughing..love tossed to the skies..universe is plus and minus..never mind the size..seen by eyes unspoken..passed in beauty dreams..what will be is close my friends making dreams what seems..  

Dreams can, do in fact come true.  The only way to insure they do not is do not dream..who would?  for dreams give us what was thought impossible..Peace T@cftd

©AC.25.1.12.arr././

Worrisome Posing..

In hallowed halls of Montezuma Generals speak of ‘big bazoombas’ working studio for mainstream

'If you vote for me I promise to hide what you fear!!!

cash..Mexican economy? take a moment laugh for free laws with no thought pause are something rash..corruption in eruption as it follows cash of crime..thinks only one way to legislate..always riders..no deciders when law runs afoul..deny it then close every gate..past is vast yet they deny the mast set direct to what was cast no reaction ever lasts.. folks preserved style art endeavor..as law folks run to toilet flushing levers..’evidence? I took six pence’ the clerk declares in fright..’made phone calls world over..phone sex every night’..’destroy destroy don’t worry boy we will clean our mess..Alberta got so fat we can hide it in her dress’..

Suffice to say politic that lacks integrity is something run amuck folks it is up to you and me..to remind them when they find gems they want to impress..an outside woman, acts dumb and wears a smaller dress..Take reins you know to be good..groom your finest mare..ignorant in D.C. need a hand..lets show we care..every way in every day never seem to rest..world people are my brothers, sisters who look to the best..world is only sovereign when freedom is there..freedom only happens..when everybody cares..

I feel a good thing..I know the feeling passes to infinity..I feel a bad thing..I know the feeling passes to infinity..There is no fixing it once it is..Peace T@cftd

© AC.20.1.12.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././

Session Messin’ with expression..

Now as we play jamming to lay it down..

Poignant passion in a fashion..artist do as must..a fool steals art reveals I got a head to bust..copyright? package copy hard you know is yours,.register mail to yourself..lock P.O, mailbox doors..don’t open the package..seal secures your work..receipt may not be enough..for a thieving jerk..no matter what excuse cause..they fouled it in their theft..steal my work for credit not yours..what is left?..to define what you are..what you think should be..steal anothers art?..makes deadly enemies!..

Art G browsers playing fluglehorn just for one day..demonstrate against fools with nothing to say..just trying to escape..this world is getting small..catch you trying to be me..I may cut off your balls..

Usually trouble seen personal one brain..who knows cares their words and stares will not define sane..they run for money gain..use the mirror! not another’s work for running shoes..empties your soul what you stole..steal art, makes artist blues..Guess shoes made of duplicity script sent for purusing..deluded world has honest and honor refusing..suspecting each phone booth of hiding superman..artist creates what is felt..his soul upon the land..

Have it for a morning walk..early morning love..have it for dance grace..escort has velvet gloves..up to her elbow where auburn thick hair ends..moments flash in dance and music..come girl again..

Love dance comes in life music..on that railroad line..sing your soul is glowing..sing out..never whine..folks young have no time for complaints..none for ‘is what aint’..money plans impress the clans..dabble in lacquer paint..

All  impress scholars, others who care less..just so they like him who has  tykes, a wife, cures stress.. one more thing a song that brings you out to some old stage..a song sung blues, rock and folk music express love and  rage..

Love, beauty, energy, a dying bee who stung..man on the hand as he climbed up ladder rungs..sang a song..pretty not long..sweet love in the pines..sing will bring love to you..sing love pretty and fine..:-)

What some folks think is ‘okay’, when folks excuse theft with an honorable reason..they bring shame to that good reason..they care nothing for themselves it would seem..I implore anyone who has their work stolen..to prosecute..Harsh?..yes..not as harsh as stealing for personal gain..then palming it off as a ‘good cause’ when recognized (caught)..Peace T@cftd

 

©AC.18.1.12.arr././