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././

Feeling Good..

TOMMY IN HIS ‘CAS’ PERSONA.. KICKING BACK.. TAKING IT IN..

Tommy Tortoise was his name sunbathing in fun his game.. learned to run as he grew.. quick mind with a love for you.. every morning he would say.. ‘it feels good to feel this way’..

Faceless faces skip along.. some sing happy party songs.. dance in time.. under trees.. ice skate, ski in a snow freeze..

chimney smells clear autumn  Day.. mockingbird singsong  say.. Tommy says.. as in a play.. ‘it feels good to feel this way’..

Problem seen.. blamed on fate.. may think ‘wow.. the hour is late’.. do not stress.. guilt or hurry.. Tommy T. allows no worries.. slow in body.. slow in scene.. sees what promises may mean.. block a dream.. block a wish.. mind food dreaming on a dish.. 

set in velvet.. by wet moss.. Jesus smiles from the cross.. Moses with his children free.. olive branch.. calms angry seas.. gods discuss in darkened rooms.. light from colored dream weave looms.. old guitar man.. spits to cuss.. simple song.. explains to us..

‘Young I was a lover strong.. still am just not for as long.. was a soldier overseas.. everywhere love is to please.. song in dream.. dream in life.. on my bible.. on my knife.. song good song.. I have to say.. it feels good to feel this way.. when love’s over.. when I play’..

Every creature seen that day.. as Tommy walked on his way.. filled with dream  laughter tears.. to pain screams.. love conquers fears.. best path found this sunny day.. man, it feels good to feel this way..

Today as I walked I saw the clouds challenging the sun in splendor.. Peace T.

©AC.19.5.12

Story Poem Figures

Climbed from my mirror saw another by my side.. beyond harp

REMEMBER.. AFTER THIS HORRIBLE BATTLE WE HAVE TO GO GROCERY SHOPPING..

reeds.. dreams and deeds.. .. there pawed  four stallion steeds.. fiery breath accompanied

song of passion song of needs..

Forever same as never.. beveled to fine edge.. stories told flow color gold.. prophets on the ledge..

Characters waved to me then quietly in line.. waiting for a place in a story that is mine..

Brendabobble sits and listens to fine music sound.. by a stool carved of fine wood.. gobbles by the pound.. books from shelves with nooks where spiders nest and lair.. Brendabobble understands just how and why to care..

Adventure Ross won at La Cross plays a wicked hand.. he is boss on strings will play lead anyplace he stands.. sings a song of freedom.. laments those of woe.. has a heart for different folks.. head to his second

toe..                                                                                                                                  

Holly Homestead lays in bed thinking of her home.. children there to love teach and learn grown will roam.. one may be a soldier.. girl maybe a nun.. love is in their hearts and minds.. respect never undone.. simple for the complicated.. for lost a home to find.. strong ties for true..no lies..

create the kind that binds..                                        

Minstrel stands to the side his clothes from Olde time past.. song to offer time in time.. beat strong and fast.. story to example.. honor found in love.. sound small pure thus heard.. a white cooing dove..

FUTURE LEGENDS BORN..

Ghosts haunt in spirit.. visit from the past.. some joyous some spend in despair eternal shadows cast.. Etruscan to Marxist mouths.. some good some to deplore.. what is dreamed passed on to horizons by the score.. soldiers fight and sacrifice for past time spoken ways.. while those who live in peace build to live out peaceful days..  Peace T.

©AC.17.5.12.arr././

Honorbound to Dream..

Crystal reflect spectrum splash boulders wet glitter flash sunlight silent warms me as a glove..

Just So..

River flows deep it knows song grows easy sense..

unlike ‘English’ where few words rhyme with love..

Thieves hide in bushes dreamed scene as children laugh at thieves vision as stand naked so.. I can but imagine.. not for very long..

of thieves.. their dreams..the nothing it will grow..

Away from canyons natural thoughts turn my head everywhere from every living thing.. felt love care tells us.. news page violent said.. blood sucking thoughts..

intent to fuss..

Small to large a landing barge of lies invasion bound.. into minds tools to learn for true.. expand to hollow large pre-schools and  the pound..

senses bend though nothing said to you..

Cannot judge.. but cannot fudge what I know is real.. what love tendered art.. what reeks of lies.. world stuck we must change from violent anger grudge..

North Irish woman waits alone she cries..

‘where is bonnie Johnnie went down Belfast way.. sister left Romance bound.. fear the worst.. looking for centuries old no answer for this pain around..

only thing they do not have is thirst’..

drunk with power drunk with cause they sing songs written when  heaven came to all who confess.. no one has a license.. to corrupt young men..

natural drives blocked may make a mess..

power from a dark horse place history marked so.. Black Irish in me knows how it rolls.. hours mark a course faceless mystery unknown..

stories of dark spirits.. light and souls..

Leaves fall with weight of seed.. River ‘tween moss banks.. green blue Mother Nature always calls.. does she grieve or abate with nothing lying deeds..

busy she prepares as summer falls..

Sunny this Sunday morning.. flowers are blooming.. roses as large as any I have seen.. beauty has no posture beyond nature.. Peace T.

©AC.6.5.12.arr././

Glitter titter Laugh..

Loud guffaws lovers paw burning passion free.. moon horizon darknesses night..middle day.. it be..

She created intense heat in flame.. her art took form.. her shape rendered her art.. song.. story.. sky was her canvas.. she flew.. for her soul was known to her name.. thus she met her fate with smouldering art beautiful

skin is burned from sun star shine.. water fresh smell earth and pine.. cat smells brackish.. poison found.. species gift..

gift shared around..

song burst child plays in love.. friend sings.. heard a cooing dove..

barking canine lives with you.. cat shy strong playful and true..

would a world be better run.. by such as these.. who trust in fun?..

hurt young folk see no choice.. dad rode handcuff chain.. seek to silence rebel voice?.. control weary pain..

expert lie defines ’sane’ 

sing ‘Midnight Special’ prison blues more.. sing a sense of freedom.. from company stores.. letters written love to keep.. dream of womans love..

dream it while asleep.. night sky.. dreamed stars above.. 

big business in each jail.. prison life twists life stale..  clear-eyed bury hatred deep.. free felt in thought..

yea love to keep.. 

watch timeless.. god nomad sees.. knows honor true  

a truth that frees..

world of laughter dance and green.. know once the lie is seen.. some true sense felt then known.. freedom lost cuts to the bone..

Some know.. watch and wait.. land masses on ocean great.. measured journeys.. works of art.. presents fate.. a loving part..

sensed in life.. once known true.. who you are old or new.. thoughtful dream.. up chimney flue.. your art spark marks..

each part of you..

Simple tasks require every bit of attention.  Done well they take little time.. much less than a simple task done four times.. in frustrated stress,  self deprecation and confusion.. paying attention is so much easier.. better.. Peace T.

©AC.5.5.12.arr././

No second To love..

We may speak.. or just stare into endless mirrors found in each others eyes.. we may sing.. dance to endless song of music played.. for no music.. no lyric can be played or sung in deceit..

Castle walls high eye to measure ten meters or more.. inside love food secure.. inside a thick oak door.. enemies created from minds unknown before.. who can think past wonderlove..

beauty to explore?..

Sitting on my favorite painted tile love song to sing.. listen fountain bubble bells earth sends underground spring.. under clouds reflecting sunlight rain sparkles in rift..

mother nature loves us.. witness this awesome gift..

Thunderstruck.. comet cupid gifts from gifted known.. music played command in practiced skill.. never alone.. love needs not atone..

for it is peace..

as peace is shown..

Here my home is peaceful.. called a ‘comfort zone’..

share or not from this plateau felt love melody.. magic thoughts of peaceful love far as I sense or see.. silent statues called Redwood Barranca to the West.. boulders witness quiet knowing..

held close to the vest..

Ponder others who may not think as me.. work for others.. yeah okay.. why unknowingly?.. gift is in your heartsong.. tempered by your thought.. gives love to another.. 

not what sold.. what bought..

Shakespeare in a different time wrote ‘world is a stage’.. beauty play does not say thought second in life’s page..

paint in search eternal unheard color love in song.. starlight reflect twinkle rocks in mountains solid strong.. play the songs of Gods goddesses.. entertain red Mars..

Peace in what you touch.. at peace with who you are..

Shan’t be easy never is ask woman of birth.. light and breezy later when peace is allowed on earth.. not a narcissistic alley.. in this solid cue,. it starts in your reflection,,

with these words ’I love you’..

Loathe as I am to change this poem I must say.. as with your song.. story or painting.. as in your home.. room or garden.. love known is a love easily shared.. Peace T.

©AC.4.5.12.arr././

Toggle switch.. turn

Fragile felt humans pelting other with their eyes.. ‘tween felt primal crossed by

Seen as a child.. love warms.. protects..

judges.. self excused in lies..

comedy to laugh at.. differences that split.. guts butts what is truly deeply felt.. to laugh one savors it..

In a moment love spent what lay across my trail.. bleeding reaching ‘succor please’  passed lips a primal wail..

‘do you have remembrance?’.. in love caught I asked..’was semblance common sense forgotten in your task?’  

‘ my eyes are clearing sir’.. mouth uttered to me.. words ahead the brain feelings I could see.. ‘seems you have a way sir you call it my own.. I sense you have no recompense of feeling for the throne’..

‘No more than for you my sweet.. not a thought useless .. you cross my path.. I help you stand.. relief from your distress..

 thoughts passed you for the stress.. 

 I can but just leave direction.. with finger and thumb.. lay a path all travelers know.. with sparkle star-dust crumbs’..

Beauty lady ventured back onto path  she walked.. vocalize to surprise song came in place of talk.. from lips she had learned to love.. her  breathing  velvet sweet.. for the love of her own life..

life born.. friends on the street..

You who are searching inside.. I continually find in my quest for living peace.. others who have thought long and deep for peaceful expression.. you are not alone.. Peace T,

©AC.2.5.12.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././

    

Nothing in a Lie..

Down here we are ‘tuff’ we eat melon rinds.. stung from lies passed from mouths of the lying kind..

I do not know what a 'lie' is.. I do know you truly love..

lies cannot support weight of a pebble much less dreams.. consistent paper wet cannot support moonbeams..

 if you worship freedom.. something real and true.. reflected in a mirror.. as they study you.. friend comes, someone strange do you prepare?.. something you think will be liked.. validated share..

when they come in earshot.. what is it you say?.. play a social game in life.. lies obscure to grey..

what of species living.. love to recognize.. truth will be laid and played.. give your dream sharp eyes..

perfect is your surprise..

As I see it.. many good things have been developed and given to society.. I believe it is all for nothing in a lie.. for what is a lie but nothing.. it is not a dream.. though some lies  imaginative fascinate they are not art.. they do not build.. they are to exploit.. trying to cheat time.. with nothing.. as time moves forward.. lend a true you.. Peace T.

©AC.27.4.12.arr././

Up downwind..

Up the downwind ladies.. twirl to find your breeze.. watch Sally has a cold.. up wind she’s known to

Mud wrestling family.. 'The Definite Downwinds'.. off for vacation.. in the Everglades swampland..

sneeze.. Chorus… ‘Sally Please’..

down around no watertown fish markets.. above ‘heeltown’ in the land of ‘knees’.. demonstrating sockets to dream rockets.. charging drunken sailors with a squeeze.. somewhere someone unmentions disease.. one cannot be immunized.. bug cannot be brought to size.. caution on the land of sex and pies.. wear rubbers when horny things arise.. painted with a face.. 

a show-off guise.. 

here downwind of realwind is a station.. ‘up the downwind’ says a smelly type.. yes had the idea when he spoke with Wino Pete..  set to motion by  Whinni A. Hype.. this  couple makes a case for smelling ripe..

all along majesty is waiting.. offer springtime dreams to all who dare.. strong-smelling travesty abating.. validate in courts who think they care..

posthumous are those who live judging.. others who must crave being judged.. it aint about my way to begrudging.. sour minds choke badly on sweet fudge..

Alas alark found a mark.. sleazy Eze is his name.. mark a narc.. around the park., to validate his game.. as the social extract shouts of ‘Frame’..

excused in vocal noise by legion lame.. 

So up the downwind ladies.. get down with your musk.. moan groan laugh dance with me this day.. CC with me Pam with Grady.. organ like a tusk..

‘Up downwind’ a laugh to love each day..

Connecticut banned the death penalty.. they will save money.. set a good example.. who knows?.. good legislation must allow empathy.. Peace T.

©AC.25.4.12.arr././