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././

Let down Cure..

‘I never thought this sale of zombie costumes would override individual need for expression’.. said zombie one for the rest..
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Time rhyme fascinates paisley decorates.. places for my art.. it is my fate.. upriver turn to path in forest pleasant trees sunlight shaft creek wooden raft.. beauty freeze to please.. passing time..

joker song sung.. wicked tongue.. clever rhyming mix.. disappointment ointment.. Aphrodite for the sex.. laugh in song a party.. fine teak wood so carved.. pass time in laughter.. the same time people starve..

SO.. back to rack of misery.. caused by greed and woe..to a path seen peace easy  my natural place to go..

when I was a Cub Scout.. knew what was.. what true.. let down cure was hiding.. for greed to join the que.. need seed grown unknown fast into demand.. until one is replaced by nothing..

a sandbox with no sand..

Flash reflecting sunlight.. did not mix or brew.. feeling peace inside as feel a love known true.. felt sent special to me.. from a special soul.. deep in forest beautiful..

Far beyond control..

This morning all was grey.. so unchanging.. ‘hang time’ from yesterday and about as interesting as the etymology of that phrase.. then I trusted what I say.. I felt love.. I dismissed creations of stress.. of anything but love.. Peace T.

©AC.8.5.12.arr././

Redundant old Gitmo..

THOUGH SONG REMAINS IN MY HEART.. THOUGH POEM PASSES MY HEART AND PEN.. WHEN

No matter how I reach for reason I only find cheap excuse and evasion.. something bothersome from those who have nothing to offer but vengeance..

I LOOK AT THE REDUNDANT AND NEGATIVE FOUNDATION FOLKS LOOK TO FOR ‘CLOSURE’ ABOUT 9/11 GRIEF..

IT SADDENS ME.

 A CHILD CAN SEE.. THUS ‘RESPONSIBLE’ FOLKS SHOULD KNOW THAT IS WHY OUR UNITED STATES HAS ‘CIVIL RIGHTS’..

IGNORING THIS FACET OF  THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IS PERHAPS WHAT WILL GIVE THE ANARCHIST WHAT HE WANTS FOR ANARCHY MUST FAIL WHEN COMPARED TO RESPECT AND SENSE FOUND IN THE BILL OF RIGHTS; CREATING MARTYRS IS NOT AVOIDED BY ‘WAITING TO DEPLOY SUCH JUSTICE’..

I NEVER PRESUPPOSE ANOTHER’S MENTAL STATE OR CAPACITY FOR GUILT.. NOR SHOULD OTHERS THINK.. NO MATTER THE POSE OF THE ACCUSED.. THAT YEARS IN A PLACE SUCH AS ‘GITMO’ ARE WITHOUT SOCIAL EFFECT.

PERHAPS THERE ARE THOSE WHO FEEL IT NECESSARY TO REMEMBER THE WORST MOMENT OF THEIR LOVED ONES LIFE..

BY EXTENDING THE HORROR THAT CAUSED SO MUCH GRIEF..

CONTINUES TO EXTEND SO MUCH GRIEF. 

IT IS, IN MY OPINION, A SHAM, A FARCE AND JUST DELUSIONAL TO TAKE THESE MEN TO TRIAL.. IF THESE MEN ARE GUILTY THEY KNOW IT..

THE PERPETRATORS OF THIS HORRENDOUS 9/11 WILL PUNISH THEMSELVES.. IF THEY DO NOT THEY ARE LOST TO WHOMEVER IS THEIR FAITH.. KNOWN BY OTHERS.. DESTINED TO PUNISHMENT.. IF THEY ARE DELUSIONAL OR RELIGIOUSLY FANATICAL.. THEY KNOW IT.. WHY NOT SEND THEM TO IRAQ?.. WHY NOT SEND THEM TO THEIR WONDERFUL DESERT PARADISE..

WHY LET THE HATRED OF 9/11 EXTEND BEYOND HEALING?..

I HAVE NO INTENT TO WRITE ABOUT GITMO FURTHER..

 I WOULD WRITE OF IT IN NOVEL.. BUT TO WHAT END?.. IT IS A TRUE HORROR.. AN EXTENSION OF THE POLITICAL FANATIC FOR CONTROL..

BORN OF FIRE AND HATE.. DEATH.. DESTRUCTION.. ADOPTIVE PARENT TO A HORRIBLE WAR AND KILLER OF CHILDREN.. CORRUPTER OF OTHER NATIONS IN PROXIMITY..

DEFAMER OF A THEOCRATIC PURPOSE.. 

VENGEFUL PURPOSE.. WHAT A SORRY PURPOSE.. IN SUCH A WONDERFUL WORLD..

ANY VENGEANCE NOW IS REDUNDANT.. AND, MAY BE MISPLACED.. EVIL WILL CIRCLE.. CHANGE FORM AND STRIKE AGAIN IN ANOTHER FORM OF CONFUSION..

FOR IT EXTENDS EVIL!

PEACE TONY.. PEACE PLEASE..

©AC.5.5.12.

Land of Doors..

Whirlwind through open girl in dance a beauty spin.. perfumed gentle breeze dress spun her scent

So She is..
(pic Inet)

then spun again.. back room mook name of ‘Duke’ macked across glass floor..

cultural acceptance.. she loves Arian or Moor 

dream felt put to thought may come anywhere life kissed.. dream is all your own.. proof unique exists.. 

dreamland entry has no sentry seen he must decide.. know for sure this woman pure.. decides just who may ride.. 

her very special wagon.. her own special tail.. wiggle giggle tease she will.. message to the male.. man best admire.. words gentle with class.. her mind-body scent her strength.. she gives away no ass.. gentleman may see her.. miss her signal sent.. she will pause polite his cause.. until she must pay rent..

good days when passion spent.. her lover boy or gent.. 

down and dirty.. virgin act.. her love is all the same.. no promise beyond passion.. no love spent in a game.. 

just chemistry with her passion in time mate.. free laughs loving happy.. they crash heaven’s gate..

dreams passion weightless loving seconds seem like days.. angel spook.. polite or mook.. love clears aways the haze..

compass for the maze..

Things that fail in the extreme, given time, will fail in society.. Peace T.

©AC.3.5.12.arr././

Toddledick Woetown..

 

Sweet melody.. each note.. harmonics.. thank you Mr. Guitar.. for this session.. thank you..

Boondock bound a walk around across a lot of weeds.. ditches where winos slept.. teens hide passion needs..

heard a mumble.. could not make sense of spoken sound.. closer to hear better.. find what was going down.. then there was a rhythm.. found a steady beat.. like a songbirds broken beak singing from his feet.. saw an old wooden sign.. said.. ’path ahead may bend’.. song became clear vocal yokel sung  one verse again.. 

‘traveled long around all places made a lot of friends.. still each story for all glory comes to the same end.. wind up stuck in Toodledick Woetown is its name.. movement stops then here it comes stuck in a cartoon frame.. sing along.. sing a song.. beard the lion den.. this town houses pricks of life.. they just screwed me again’.. 

There are those who seek unique experience in woe.. soldiers miss when  they try to shoot off a poor toe.. someone there will do it.. they will turn the trick.. 7 will get you 12 the ’someone’s’  name is ‘Dick’..

so I chanced to speak to this ditch dweller and his feet.. told him about things in life.. wonderous things I meet..

‘no matter place, chances taken or measure of time,  sour sweet why beat yourself?  you have done no crime’..

‘what of those who accuse, judge all but challenge duels?.. abuse me, call out my name, kids got no respect in school?’  

‘Then you must teach them.. to them you cannot bitch.. more than how they hurt deceive.. they think in terms of rich.. but I know as you do.. when you cool your hand.. peace of mind..  love, song good dance harder than gold to find..

precious beyond words my friend.. infinity stays here.. your love nourishes life.. fools seek control through fear’..

Peace to all who watch cartoons.. peace in floating clouds.. peace in those thought forsaken.. those who think aloud.. peace in those who listen.. peace spoken to the ear.. talk is cheap shallow or deep peace when true words are clear.. peace in all your loving.. peace answered to hate.. peace at home before the fire.. laying with your mate.. painted song of art humbly offered to your fate.. peaceful smell of pine roses jasmine.. sulky sweet.. peaceful in the mirror.. peace taken to your street.. something loves the bitter something the unkind.. peace sweet as kitten litter..

love, simply peace of mind..

Would love to see every person settle into themselves..peacefully.  One who argues with their true self cannot speak to another in peace.. Peace T.

©AC.1.5.12.arr././    

Bucket of Rust..

Travel path seen gavel pound seems like important stuff.. eating  loving drink flowers fine

AS OUR WORLD PRESENTS FATE.. AS I PRESENT LOVE.. A BUCKET LIKE THIS.. JUST FEELS TRUE TO ME.. A GOOD PLACE FOR TRUST..
(pic inet)

dew.. inside true unravels no room for a bluff.. dream from heart in words..

Passed just to you.. 

rooms marked in passion have no floors.. lies come they demand control respect.. impertinent they offer tricked out doors.. any move my truth is to protect..

lies of any size nothing there brother.. sister mine my wife and I agree.. not even decent camouflage another.. lie to suck life from reality..

Move along path to love in honor.. untrusted by liars I seek trust.. must I trust monied bought or buyers..

think so from the earth to speck of dust..

Said ‘I trust no one speaking’.. said with feeling to all waiting ears..  told lies conspired before peaking..

sold for gold guilt salted well with tears..

Peace for each heart beating.. know it in my own..  felt trust offered in each thought and word.. warm feeling when a lamb is bleating.. sound cannot be bought.. only heard..

Risking  life limb and health.. perhaps just a dime.. better trust when eyes are met to feel.. shuck jive in lights dim manipulate the time.. trust to love.. 

laugh in surprise when love is really real..

World is full of wonder.. sense beauty in  lust.. mirror shows half what other has seen.. Arctic to ‘down under’.. bucket  filled  with  rust.. trust in love felt.. know just what you mean..

My path is hard for my self critique.. I must look.. be true.. facing duplicit mouths and excused horrors in our world.. accepted by most tells me I must trust to show faith.. remain sane.. set example.. learn.. Peace T.

©AC.28.4.12.arr././

    

Safe inside..

Downtown uptown all around when one seeks to hide.. secure insecurity those memories inside..

These folks I admire for their work.. in that time. Socrates in his time. I believe in this time.. as in those times.. the essence of freedom is stepping away from being judged by others or judging others.. for one.. it occurs to me 'profiling' is a term developed in anxiety and fear for most.. I believe it will only have a place in society when it is not destructive to anyone.. or anything..

memory can set you free.. sober view or binge.. when  memory presents to thee persistent squeaky hinge.. surity in obscurity may work.. social show and tells in art.. a judges circle jerk..

you are character in senses of life you may meet.. sour power.. no.. share one vision sweet..

your special path or street..

smooth is good inside when one rides in plan.. no one can see.. you don’t tell..  true art honors man..

useless guilt should wilt.. cannot use a crutch.. past is that.. get it pat..  not to involve too much..

walk with rhythm full path melody.. think in simple terms of physical do thus be.. just a passing word  for free..

a path that works for me.. 

there are those overweight wearing jeans from ‘Guess’.. invite to cruel front off types who live to make a mess..

you who know soul inside.. live to create.. art in love.. passed around.. found.. it is fate.. all in sunny morning.. all in a dance of rain.. all in pleasure honey.. all your tears and pain.. all in living, breathing heartbeat.. open love to you.. 

no judge sees.. your every part in art..  ’till shown true..

love to share.. beauty smile for  your day.. sunshine have care..point yourself to loveland.. I will see you there..

Folks do not notice you as much as you think they might.. it is folly to create problems for oneself.. it is folly to be a ‘professional victim’ 

©AC,27.4.12.arr././  

Fork-ed Tongue.. deposed..

Spring sprung young forked tongue lookin’ at the set.. put there by dreams of  scholars future

Beautiful.. I wonder as I look.. how many 'Einsteins?'.. how many have Chagall like talent.. how many composers?..as I sense their eager minds.. I look forward to their creations..
I try to ignore stupidity to save myself the quandary of those who make war.. lie while facing these children.. and those who love them..

wonder bet.. 

Bobby was confused it was a primal jam.. Danny sulks in the corner with warmed over ’Spam’..

Mother marks a genius.. weight extension of.. what is called in mistake.. by some a ‘mother’s love’.. 

just truth in a ripple.. makes a better wave.. as ‘frisbee politics’ leave nothing to save.. as a disk dreams not a risk.. age comes as a rock.. feel a dream.. take to your life.. 

a ‘good dream lock’..

one perfection infinite streams well in the all.. others put in nitrogen some seek to save it all..

me I help with nothing, true.. still I listen well.. when I can assume a stand to cast a magic spell..

somewhere infinity.. right inside your soul.. take me there love.. show me.. creations of your role..

Many answers through life come from the ‘family dynamic’.. Peace T.

©AC.26.4.12.arr././