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././

Swim in Whiskey

Broken fences.. peeling paint.. broken image of a saint.. corroded brass shines from

THEN SOMEONE ACCUSED ME OF BEING AN ALIEN FROM OUTER SPACE.. HELL, A FEW PECULIARITIES.. AND ‘HERE COMES THE SMUT’..

wheel edge.. wind howls wild through pass to rocky weathered ledge..

Chinese barkeep name of Kim.. seen decades nine plus.. cannot read in candle dim.. town died in blood and rust..

Man with a piano looks the eyes of age.. plays a song sung of past times.. of love.. knowledge sage.. guitar music from Paco.. Latin pretty strong.. strings howl scale adventure Rom melody in song..

Melody wonder struck.. soft perfect full sound.. my heartstrings drowned in whiskey.. drunk here on the ground..

Perfect melody words sing farmers growing crops.. folks who eat need food.. be dead before they stop.. bawdy for the bar gal.. heavy for the drunk.. laughter sad for Bob  Barkeep whose wife left with a skunk.. storied blues about the gambler.. harp for maidens fair.. 

Mankind dreams go back to ground.. with song left in the air././

On this day I am any of the characters in this poem.. Life is very lonely when one has a bottle for company.. just a bottle of poison.. short relief and slow death.. Peace T.

©AC.21.5.12.arr././

Toggle Track Blues (12 bar blues med)

Ladies wait men.. ladies maintain as men commit in dream.. beauty is..

Down in bayou country quiet smell of musk.. been here since I woke this morning.. moving now to dusk..

Woman love heart mind soul.. took money from me.. my thoughts were of making love.. hard love naturally..

Did she cheapen did I deepen what we felt in time?.. now her puppet party‘s dead.. loss scars this heart of mine.. 

Ch.

Wish to expectation.. promises not true.. she said ‘what we had we did.. it was up to you’..

as she walked talked to new friends.. in a little phone.. sexy walks passion weight comes.. heart cries ‘so alone’.. 

Look in books of story.. books of what was seen.. history explored as beasts of burden.. create scenes..

Seconds lived by artists.. contradict what comes.. seconds pass.. each second lived.. is rhythm for love’s drum..

Play it in your loving.. play it as you sleep.. when love comes to you for true.. you know a love to keep..

Cannot begrudge or judge things that made me blue.. she said ‘we loved romanced and danced my time in love with you’..

Finding happiness where disappointed expectation was.. is love in time.. Peace T.

©AC.5.21.12.arr././

Better by the Beat.. in a walk..

Gambler rambler feeling cool love with those I meet.. guitar blues direct my

Each with a life.. each with what happened.. each with a love..

shoes on some city street.. history comes knocking.. no movie or play.. left by misdirection..

Past violent overlay..

Raised in country, snowball city, lay a path of dreams.. built-in mind creating kind.. make better for ‘what seems’.. due comes round to natural folks.. or deluded fools..

Lost in vast large unknown past excuse for control rules..                                                                                                      

Mama passed a seed of doubt in a seed of truth.. rain will come no weight or sum.. find a dry phone booth.. quiet space find sane faces.. reflect private choice..

Share what you create inside.. with your private voice..

Sail a ship in sunshine.. rain or blowing freeze.. through wheat fields and tenements.. health and foul disease.. folks walk to cliffs then jump.. some say ‘I saw him fall’..

accident come calling.. winter death is falling..

Think a lot.. do not act much.. have my world of dreams.. to create.. complement fate.. sun clouds crash moonbeams.. never anything but good.. happy to exist..

Living on earth is a gift.. our universe has kissed..

Birds and lizards hippo gizzards, polar bears fierce growl.. happy seals and otters.. wolf coyote big cats howl.. fish of every size and color.. plants dance ocean floor.. birds flying a living sky..

My friends who could want more?..

This wonderful sunny Sunday I met some nice folks, dogs and flowers.. Peace T.

©AC.20.5.12.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

Poly Mark the Frog..

‘In Toto’ only photos know simple resolve.. Picture clear inscribed ‘Dear’ love

PAUL POLLYWOG WAITED FOR HIS LEGS AND DREAMED OF THE DRUID HE SAW..
THE BEAUTIFUL PEACE OF A WORLD SEEN AS A CHILD..

from  time revolves.. Elephants memorize moments decades past.. young living have dreams fulfilled.. peace when good dreams last.. 

 Paul Pollywog spoke with Elder Bully Bob A’Frog.. had a moment to recall happened in a fog..  he said

‘My goal is freedom.. every song I croak.. melody is froggy sweet.. folks said it as they spoke.. me I listened as they drank speaking of our kind.. I tried a song for their lot.. seems they lost their minds.. throwing rocks at my song beauty to front off.. imitated my song with a strangled ugly cough’..

Ollie Owl put down his towel stepping from a steam.. in politics he learned some tricks.. recorded by the ream.. still and all he did not fall.. kept his moral ground.. got a job writing news.. about lies coming round.. ‘After knowing who one is’.. Owl said in his voice.. deep and boomy never gloomy spoke freedom of choice.. ‘style presents to social graces faces that are you.. fashion for the moment is a sign not what is true.. following or leading must be done with care.. delusion leaves a robot who can but obey and stare.. looking for a person.. one who has not died.. someone solid.. known to each.. a soul deep inside.. walk on water for a minute.. bend and taste a drink.. have a care no bottom there.. to stand on thus one sinks’..

as pollywogs grow two legs at a time.. Paul recalls his youth when Ollie and Bob took a puppet mime.. called it ‘misdirection’.. stemming from a lie.. showed respect love to infect all who laugh or cry.. with their inner message.. loving peace aware.. Paul Greatfrog is an elder.. with a love to share..

Fine feel of free vacation nation is our home.. called the earth from our birth a gift called ‘sand and foam’.. part in parcel Minstrel Marcel brought happy love news.. words of beauty to all life.. love before the blues.. Peace T.

©AC.18.5.12.arr././

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././