Sparky never Dies..

THE CLOUD LAUGHS WITH THOSE WE MAY SOMEDAY MEET..

Deep inside my deepest cave.. know a clue is here.. defines one concept of mine..

someday it will be clear.. evening coming.. sun is sinking.. living laughter.. cries.. know it in my bones y’all

‘Sparky never Dies’..

Looked down each hole and shaft some laughs are echoed there.. memory.. dreamed what could be.. see a ‘Gods Eye’ stare.. lifeline time cost not a dime.. next morning sun will rise.. echoing the holy..

‘Sparky never Dies’..

Some have claimed he is a spirit no judge of worth or size.. some say from a universe with truth to lighten lies.. darker.. somehow clearer.. how many miles to mark?.. in a place unknown before..

A silent.. steady spark..

beckons me again again.. thought feeling are in sync.. good sensations at a thought.. each lover.. drug and drink.. hole opens to clouds above.. learned in mirror mine.. saved in caves words of friends who shared.. when life was kind..

Back inside my studio.. in the land of man.. with the joyful.. with the hateful.. with the music band.. warm from any storm love smiling true and wise.. a land made golden with that rule.. and

‘Sparky never Dies’..   

Thought.. ‘as I look.. explore.. learn.. some things have no apparent reason.. in a reality where immutable reason is desirable.. if not necessary for even casual social encounters.. though many create paths that try.. just one eternal spark lends an intelligence unknown.. untapped.. until it is understood’.. Peace Tony

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Chagall and the Boys..

In a dream.. or was it real?.. sometimes hard to say.. when my story fits to fated.. each second of my day..

a joy on canvas painted with blood ‘a genius soul’.. master painting.. better faster deep.. paints true and cold.. subtlety disturbing any small or petty view.. the master painted living.. a beauty made by you..

round stones on the bank of stream.. good vibe in the air.. warm.. hip with a happy grip.. on music.. dance and care.. always been the same history maps say so.. Scopes expanded minds with hope as mankind sought to grow..

‘buy me something daddy.. just like army guys.. automatic weapons.. spies.. women.. cars.. disguise’..

nature of a crime.. purposes deceive.. when folks burn life as resource.. millions run and grieve..

got a feeling war folks know.. mind tells they lack care.. burn your kids as resource.. for money they won’t share..

stacks of papers written documented in a ruse.. no reason can be found in war.. no well worded excuse.. create their lie of nothing.. I said nine thousand times.. ‘look at waste of resource.. death.. in the ‘oil war’ crimes’..

Whether born in Western skies like me as a write.. or in Northern Lands.. beauty sky.. the Northern Lights.. could be in a desert land.. holy quiet thought.. toys are scarce still there is love.. souls cannot be bought..

fund research.. commies.. John Birch.. explain very well.. years before a moment fated.. rules that shrink or swell.. something nature gives in life.. peaceful free and wild.. war loses excuse cause.. when innocents cry..

somewhere beyond the stars.. yet inside each glow.. God is leaving clues.. for those who care.. themselves to know.. gas to bang.. to strings that hang.. science measures things.. in every way.. in abstract play.. for when our souls can sing..

Thought.. ‘believe what is seen with your eyes.. what you sense with your nose and taste.. what you hear.. this is true perspective.. in a unique way.. for how it relates what passes.. what is passed.. is time in your life.. Peace Tony

CHAGALL ALWAYS PAINTED OF LOVE BETWEEN PEOPLE..

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Winter’s snowy Sunhine..

 

WE SHARE A WONDERFUL GIFT IN LIFE.. WITH EVERY LIVING THING..

Fun to run come undone.. acting like I feel.. goal in my performance.. dance.. play music.. full for real.. disarm with honesty.. laughter in the room.. an elephant seen easy by the flowers bright in bloom.. 

Mystery clouds history of how we came to be.. what defines the yours.. the mine.. forever destiny.. pretty girl with flashing eyes.. tattoo of a heart.. said ‘hell I believe in God.. mankind is not that smart’..

My mind traveled back through time.. saw folks same as now.. different toys.. same belief.. same earth to tend and plow.. ‘smog device mentality’.. suckers buy the best.. at behest of catalytic.. shown off in State tests..

Walking down a street where women walk and children play.. talking up a peace resolve where love will rule the day.. fantasy brought from a dream.. set in rhyme and song.. love will never hurt one.. good when folks will sing along.. 

Joy in India is said as other lands world round.. laugh me up.. laugh me down.. all around each town.. share.. friend teach your name to me.. share a sense of free.. dream a love forever.. free love eternally..   

Thought.. ‘I can never be too aware of how important attitude is in sense of perspective.. how I will view similar things in the future.. and how I feel in the passage of time.. I prefer a calm sense of inner peace.. oddly.. nature never disagrees..  .. Peace Tony

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Dyin’ on the Trail

WE PLAYED ‘THE WOODS’.. GOOD ACOUSTICS..

In woods good to me.. path feels warm and right.. way it is.. not the weather.. sounds or dark of night.. came upon two young folk.. different yet the same.. shared a country.. shared a species.. most of all a name..

One looked not to the other.. same mirrored from him.. something ’bout survival.. honor.. when your lights must dim.. questions of the tombstone.. old as life itself..  reason to leave never found on another’s shelf..

One spoke loud as if a soapbox and a crowd on hand.. listened threw his words of peace.. peace upon the land.. other spoke with discipline.. found in social rows.. kind who does a bidding.. in places no soul goes..

To the games for those of plenty.. been a thousand years.. those who disrespect life.. manipulate fears.. never die without knowing.. yourself when you come.. would not breathe another’s air.. or chew another’s gum.. 

In these woods are flowers.. all around this life.. never an excuse heard.. true love of mate and wife.. loud noises.. death no reason.. not welcome this day.. live with flowers.. birdsong peace.. throw the gun away..  

Thought.. ‘It may be tomorrow.. it may be long years.. we will love in plenty.. smile through our tears’..  Peace Tony

(I had a wonderful day with mom on Mother’s Day.. I hope there are many whose life allows such a time).

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Mother’s Day

TWO SPECIES DISCUSS ‘MOTHERS DAY’ AND THE GIFT OF LIFE..

Hello.. I will be visiting my dear mother this weekend.  About two weeks ago my dear wife was reading my baby book.. put together with loving care and attention by mom when I was an infant.. to about five years. 

I loved it.. as did my woman.. it showed us so much love.. told us more about my beginnings.. love of family.. all the things that seem so boring in the youthful rush to ‘see the world’.. 

I hope you all have a mother to see.. to love.. I can think of no act or past thing that could still my love of the person who birthed me to life..

I thank her every day of my life.. Peace Tony

 

 

Primal Grab

 

CANNOT LIE TO YOU.. WOULD NOT WANT TO.. STILL YOU AGAIN ASTOUND US..

There was ‘Rip’ his girly ‘Hip’ and ‘John’ who ran a tab.. bar named ‘dirty dirty’..folks get shot or stabbed..

When cartoon leaders make no sense.. no pill from the lab.. relieves they have survival fights.. called the ‘Primal Grab’ 

Karate of all kinds.. Judo shifts their weight.. conspirators conspire badly.. wise men ponder fate.. but like most things comes down to one.. a yes or no and skill.. you know you gotta win the jewels winning is a thrill.. rules are tools listed here.. honor them as breath.. you can fight.. every night.. no one should cause a death..

RULES DEMAND HEALTHY GLANDS IN ANY FIGHTER’S STYLE.. WHAT YOU USE IS WHAT YOU TAKE.. REMEMBER TO SMILE.. GUARD YOUR GUYS WITH ONE HAND.. OTHER PALM UP STRONG.. TAKE THE BEST LOW SHOT YOU GOT.. WIN OR LOSE.. MOVE ON..

In ‘Boobangle Turneditoff’ lot to ponder on.. folks with signs of all kinds.. ‘Morality to Pawn’.. followed by a picture smiling like a nail.. of some

‘pimp of plenty’.. as those cruise ships sail..

Thought.. ‘I know I am very tired when I spend any part of any evening criticizing the politics of a cartoon figure’..   .. Peace Tony  (this style of fighting has nothing to do with anything.. it is an ‘anti-boredom’ device from somewhere in the Southern European continent)  

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Speak of True..

The ‘weight’.. can wait we are joyful.. thus joy is what we have to offer.. 

‘What a day’ I had to say trees against the sky.. not a war today.. no reason thought to cry.. wonder is relief in knowing.. heart is feeling true.. such a day is good my friends.. say ‘here the sky is blue’..

yellow rose hellos my nose ballerinas spin.. endless never friendless love.. not a race to win..

canine senses.. cats eye smile feeling peace for free..

light to shade a heaven made my friends for you and me..

In a world where lies are curled in wait to contradict.. any who would take war money.. help to heal those sick.. fences for pretenses.. homemade tricks and fools.. lies will rise to visible.. with warbucks building schools..

Despot take your cold shot home.. think your hatred through.. will it make a better world in hatred through and through?.. never ain’t forever child.. papers stacked burn fast.. a world in need is crying.. your hatred cannot last..

woman man your best will stand proud if set in love.. inside old imagined will not still the cooing dove.. never be ashamed my friend under social stares.. your looking glass will show you.. ways to love and care..

Thought.. ‘Social things in needs and wants cannot be met in wars or hunts.. better in work.. best in play.. when peaceful love comes your way.. Peace Tony

AS THOSE WHO WAIT FOR GOD.. SAY HIS GIVEN WORD CAN HELP.. PEACE BE REALIZED.. Religion overthrowing Heresy and Hatred I (Photo credit: Nick in exsilio)

 

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Freedom Dances..

 

I AM DOING MY DOCTORATE ON HOW TO MAKE THINGS APPEAR DIFFERENTLY THAN THEY ARE..

I parody an eagle sitting rocks on high.. watching beauty.. living dance.. mirrored from the sky.. see a child with his big wheels imitating dad.. innocent.. unqualified.. best time most folks had..

See a woman walking passion trails hers alone.. social weight cannot change fate.. no need to fear.. atone.. walks a path as women have for all time written down.. her senses tell her what she wants.. from what ‘just comes around’

Stories of the disappointed.. stories casting blame.. stories of the man who wronged.. until they sound the same.. sudden laughter when the flowers shower life in bloom.. comes to true.. fancy free.. passion soaks the room..

Under trees gentle breeze good nature is a force.. honor is true for me.. plots my social course.. when I wake to take another living day.. to see what is called ‘Jubilee’ wisdom children say..

‘seconds come beat a drum of what is sensed as real.. for this second only.. each living right to feel’.. barriers are carriers of guilt behind a weight.. of something unknown to me in the sunshine of my fate..

Thought.. ‘mankind is the only mammal ‘ that does not know they are born with what they need’.. (‘that argues with who they are!) .. Peace Tony

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Riptide Truepaddle..

‘Compass Man’ had a plan trips slip rip and splash.. many minds.. kinds..

DREAMERS EACH.. LIVING DREAMS..

dreams in his feelings stash..

Social flotsam that no ‘gotsam’.. bitter exploit names.. to insure fortunes procured with liars in the game.. 

Talk around the neighborhood of tides attacking low.. stories told of ‘ankle grabs’ then surface water goes..

Out around a horseshoe halfway back to shore.. no help he cried he took a ride.. to float then swim some more..

There was Chip lived with the horses down around the track.. he learned when someone lies a truth does not come back..

Smart enough to sense it.. as immature years flow.. young life keep true purpose.. to someday ‘place’ or ‘show’..

Ho! metaphor is to explore.. find windows.. text and gates.. quick escape from social rape.. decrying love and fate..

Now a bit of wisdom.. good for riptide rides.. ten feet cross to calm water.. swim out to the side.. 

Thought.. ‘This morning I was asked an interesting question.. it went something like this.. ‘how do you know when to act in defense?’.. I took this seriously to mean.. ‘when is it not hypocritical to defend oneself violently?’.. I said.. ‘when there is no doubt of the attack.. when it is pure self defense!’.. This took the conversation into something that is essential to a concept I live.. ‘I will never accept a lie because it is ‘convenient’..

‘put your gold or money where your love is baby.. before you let my due go down’.. (Hunter-Garcia)..  from ‘Loser’.. Grateful Dead.. Peace Tony

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For those of Conscience

IF YOU BELIEVE IT.. IF YOU GONNA FIND FAITH IN IT.. IT IS GONNA COME FOR YOU.. IF YOU VIOLATE IT..

Hello.. I received a comment of length and query.  One of the questions was to the effect.. ‘with such extensive posting how do you protect your work?’.. I attempted to answer this by e mail.  The comment went into WP ‘SPAM’ folder.. a good topic.. thus the e mail.. 

Hello..

That is a good question.. in my book there is little more odious than someone who steals my work (or the work of any artist.. for any contrived excuse.. or reason).. worse.. when they claim it as their own.. 

If I found someone doing that.. I jokingly say.. ‘the thief’s debt will have to be settled by their heirs’.. way I feel about it.. 

Once you are published you can become a member of ASCAP.. SWGA.. or WGA.. (American society of composers authors and publishers - songwriters guild of America writers guild of america- keep hard copy of your work secure.. a government copyright is excellent for reference and securing work. 

Publishing rights must be bought.  A ‘poor mans copyright’.. is when you take hard copy.. send it to yourself registered mail.. then ‘do not open it’.. another way is recording a master in your own studio.. an artists work cannot be legally used for any sale.. or contract without the artist permission.. no amount of lies can overcome a polygraph (though not acceptable as courtroom evidence is considered heavily for it reflects the truth when the truth is sought).. testimony of those who know your work.. etc.  

When it comes to those who decry decency for avarice and greed.. education is the answer for society..

keep writing friend.. do not let another’s insanity sway your artistic purpose..

Peace Tony 

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