Dream you Inviolate..

 

‘As we speak others bark ‘madness’ for that is who they are’..

Written down.. each laugh and frown.. folks take a part.. of a thing admired.. felt well in the heart.. blue sky been that way.. long as I could see.. yellow sun.. a laugh in fun..

easy good and free..

in the secret of secrets behind gates and doors.. papers hidden.. minds are bidden bought out by the score.. time goes by for every living thing under the sky.. with money the object..

only some apply..

for example.. just to sample how cold it can be.. a penguin and a polar bear sang in middle C.. all about the trade of life and gold across our land.. the air is brown.. ozone gone..

as oil burned it’s brand..

legal types.. old school or ripe in young energy speak.. about some new old money law for new fashion freaks.. green trees go through changes.. red lava burns new trails.. advertises every day

our star that never fails.. 

I see others see me passing through our time.. care is fair.. share is modest.. cruelty a crime.. change gonna come my brothers sisters you know it well.. each miss and each mister..

your own heaven your own hell..

drink a glass of laughter.. to wash down your latest dream.. not a doubt.. not one second lost you gather steam.. friendly love for living.. yet one must move on.. keeping with your easy love.. for an easy dawn..

Thought.. ‘The importance of clarity comes to me in meditation.. as I admire ‘easy’ and my ‘comfort zone’.. it reminds me of ‘one job well done.. being worth more than any number of things done poorly’..

‘for all the panoply and cruel implement of the Nazis in Germany.. the horror of concentration camps.. sexual usury.. those monstrous insanities did not change one mind.. nor bury any faith.. rather.. as any child knows.. they strengthened that resolve to be free in mind and choice.. 

Peace Tony

©AC.20.5.13.arr././

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 

©AC.27.4.13.arr././

Done no Wrong..

I was down in Santa Fe back oh forty years.. playing songs about blues.. laughter and tears..

Could not understand to write how it came around.. something passed from nature.. gently handed down..

Young cowboy was walking Main St. of a cattle town.. just as those before him raindrops turn the dry earth brown..

Gunman down with whiskey laid with a barroom doll.. troubled mind on waking up.. just could not recall..

He could speak at card games.. been in gunfights done the deed.. catch phrase to a gossip.. say it quiet.. plant a seed..

Boredom.. doubt came about.. target for old ills.. gambler with his card deck.. smiled at a chance for thrills..

Accused the young cowboy.. said he should hang and fall.. the young cowboy had witnesses ‘the flowers saw it all’

My heart sunk as I watched.. could not joke or laugh.. magicians ran the town they would saw the kid in half.. 

What can I do?.. I wondered.. in the laughs and cries.. then silence as a Sunflower of weight and size.. entered putting down his cane.. hung his derby hat.. saying  ‘I have depositions from ten thousand yards and flats’.. the rest was done as if by magic.. all along in song.. each daisy.. rose.. poppy with clothes.. chorused.. ‘He done no wrong’..

Need to say some talked away what they saw and heard.. come down to ‘ridiculous’.. ‘could not be’.. ‘absurd’..

I Take no license.. or credit.. did not do a thing.. but as I tell this story.. I heard the flowers sing..

Thought.. ‘As nature always knows’.. Peace Tony

©AC.17.4.13.arr././

Dot an ‘i’

Those sixties days we did amaze expanded dreams aware.. love in lays travel

THEY WILL NOT ONLY BUY IT.. THEY WON’T BE ABLE TO RESIST..

plays in fun to show we cared..

‘Stones’ spoke of ‘Hanging Matters’ sat there posed in drag.. children pitter-patter .. Vietnam spoke bloody frags..

Something social learned returned to burn after born.. hanging signs.. yours and mine.. born in fear to warn..

Of things created.. on assembly lines.. commanded by a robot.. seduce  with robot minds..

They appeal ‘hell of a deal’ these ways planned to entice..  something less than human.. robots feel less than mice..

Computer science great improvements on computer tool.. still we live to give.. exchange our art.. what learned at school..

World of living world of nature hurricanes and streams.. tool extends.. nothing more.. human plans and dreams..

Thought.. ‘The other day I received a ballot from ASCAP listing those running for the ‘Board’.. in reading a bio and statement from Alf Clausen who is known, among other things, for his work on ‘The Simpsons’. 

Mr. Clausen said what he found, after 40 years of watching unsettling changes in the attitudes shown by potential users of our music.. most ‘troubling are expectations from so-called ‘computer generation’ that our music should be free’. 

‘Computer Generation’ my ass.. a thief is just that.. in any time… Peace tony

(ASCAP = American Society of Authors Composers and Publishers)

©AC.3.7.13.arr././

 

Bygones never are..

‘JUDGE NOT LEST YOU BE JUDGED’ THIS MAN CAUGHT IN A WEB OF POLITICAL CLEAN UPS.. WHO KNEW MOST ABOUT THESE TRANSGRESSIONS?

I am not Catholic by religion.  I hold with no organized religion.  I understand and believe religion to be a good facet of social endeavor.

However..

As Einstein quoted.. ‘for any man to portend to be objective is an absurdity’.. this has never held truer than those confused in their own guilt.  Guilt from actions of others.. including those who create paths for folks to dump their psychological baggage.. including constituents own lack of action and guts when facing political presumption and stupidities.. it helps to remember ‘the depth of manipulative action that comes with unlimited resource’.

Having been alive during the time Cardinal Mahoney is charged with failing his parishioners I must wonder.. what would any have him do? 

Any social place or position has common opinion of a traitor or rat.. 

If he truly believes the mandates of the Catholic Church confession and penance make it right. 

I heard the rant of a women on network television.. ‘it ruined my life.. I was made to think it was my fault’.. this sounds like.. probably is.. the work of a parish priest speaking to parents.. ‘protecting the church’. 

My first thought was for the woman.. it went something like this..

‘to extend that negative action to this time is useless.. futile and you deserve better.. cut it loose.. let it go.. it is not your sickness unless you make it so’..  

Nitpicking redundancy will change nothing.  It simply extends the actions bad example. 

We have so much to do.  Last night I heard something refreshing.. a good thing.. About 18 million African children are alive for work of one charity.. another 43 million have education available from the same resource. 

This good comes right in line with the work of Steve Pincus PhD/Harvard/  professor at Yale.  He published his thesis in trilogy.. a sound research proving among other things, the world has statistically never been more peaceful.. and why.

It is folly to look to the past with an eye for anything save knowledge.  Useless concepts of revenge are long since overshadowed by the very real presence of Karma.. ‘goes around comes around’ and the natural order of a primal mammal. 

It is to study.. learn from.. and at most add to.. life has immutable rules which must be respected and can only be added to.. An old saying which applies.. ‘To err is human.. to forgive is divine’ Alexander Pope 1688-1744.. Peace Tony

©AC.24.2.13.arr././

Seconds pass..

THIS HORSE NEEDS NO REASON FROM ANOTHER TO RUN IN JOY.. THE ARTIST MAY BE ANOTHER MATTER.. Animated horse, made by rotoscoping 19th century photos by Eadweard Muybridge. Artistic license has been used to achieve the cartoony look. Animated by J-E Nyström, User:Janke, released under CC-BY-SA-2.5 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Forward back.. uptight slack love good place to kickback.. crazy social react crime.. ugly faces suck on limes.. look for sour power it ain’t far.. light shadow energy.. better world solar free.. given easy right personal star..

Crazy cartoon lifeless bod.. sleeping.. no.. not on the nod.. sad little tale in Southern Cal.. mother cries.. deserting pals..

so much himself another’s dream.. control a soul? no just false goals.. presumed too much.. ‘was’ ain’t what it seems..

Still they rushed to another.. lie told to another brother?.. indignation became such a cause.. crazy will to take a life.. murder.. bloody cartoon strife.. cartoon like bear juggles with his paws..

Turn it off.. a t.v. play.. they speculate..  what can I say.. morning sun.. wonder day I honor life.. quiet applause..

Thought.. ‘My grandmother used to say.. ‘one thing at a time fella’.. it becomes clear when saved from the expectations of another.. so a sad tale unfolded.. so again tempers and lack of reason flared.. there is no mystery result when one shoots a hot tear gas grenade into a wooden structure.. it played out as if a play.. words and conclusions plethora will come forth.. posing great intelligence and reason.. to explain the obvious in this sad tale’.. Peace Tony 

©AC.16.2.13.arr././

Bulemic stretch

 

IN CONSIDERATION THIS CARTOON..

Curious.. define a word..

image awful awful ladies girls puking… squat.. proud.. loud.. trouble next bend..

‘look my thinness tells you’ mother.. friends.. boyfriend too.. never overeat.. agent says what to do.. 

doctors say every way.. destruction plays organs.. deep inside.. wrong!..

mind and body.. mind and body.. no need no need.. you beautiful child.. self indulge to death?  wrong! so wrong!

heavy..

light.. dying.. inside dying.. poet I trying trying..

please disease leave a child.. hunger cannot harm.. something knows.. shows you.. make it safe and warm..

child of fashion serving others.. no feeling.. no thought mirrors self..

madness madness no fashion

an urn on daddy’s shelf..

Thought..  ‘I saw another faith in fashionable confusion.. please.. please.. stop imposing this sickness.. lest you become sick beyond your worth’.. Peace Tony

©AC.10.2.13.arr././

Paper pose

Untied a ribbon round paper pose ‘a rap’.. feelings love peace caught..  media traps.. running ever on the run.. for a sense of free.. try to set in paper.. how my world would be.. 

Peace easy.. no confusion.. yet no road demands.. easy comfort warm.. with a world in monster hands.. such a creature lives.. walks among poets young.. ‘to war to war you patriots’.. songs of war are sung..

Painter when you look to clouds.. do they know of you?.. do they know you artist.. in their sacred sky of blue.. actor felt you good portrayer of a script.. story from a monster.. who shoots first.. no mental grip..

Bully Bully scary woolly creature plays a mind.. sends in patriotic pap.. ‘bring back what you find’.. those of you with many seasons.. recognize the kind.. who bring back the horror.. safe warm.. thankful sometimes blind..

Thought.. ‘resource spent in war.. horrible horrible war.. could be spent well.. how many years.. how many billions must know this?.. the crime of war continues.. lies set forth in pretense continue.. Peace Tony

©AC.9.2.13.arr././

This Mountain Mine

 

‘.. down yonder.. another mountain.. another story..

You who lay naked to my probing mind.. do you feel my heart caring so? 

What makes distance is it my directed way found foul? 

Words are callous to describe.. finding you.. seeing you.. as a shining soul..

Up this mountain once again.. lowland a known trail.. there! something new.. could not see before.. a prize.. gem in my mind.. heart smiles looking on.. see it.. know it.. yet fleeting.. ever fleeting.. damned fear in the greeting..

magnified to hatred in my kind.. larger growing showing populace at large.. to separate my dream from mountainsides.. robber sickness grown to murder politicking rides..

fleeting ever fleeting.. past always retreating from the school.. leaving world of murder.. robber fools..

Thought.. ‘As I question brutality of my poem written.. I am at peace with it.. for there is no brutality.. no obscenity of mankind that can match war or the capacity for delusion.. common sense.. credible science.. is no match for purposeful insanity.. most find war.. know war.. to be insane.. I seek no justification in the madness of others.. I seek no reason or excuse in the madness of others.. for reason is dead when insanity rules unknowing’.. Peace Tony

©AC.9.2.13.arr././

 

Mayor Jones bones a town..

Copper taste trace my tongue.. blown apart.. clowns in a cart.. mouths no faces scream from ladder rung.. ladder real.. hard to sense pain to feel.. ‘something dead’ the movie said.. mystery chills… secret skills.. kill for thrills..  craft for field.. money yield.. dream raft laugh.. drunken daft.. Jesus wept.. Hitler laughed.. auto spits exhaust rose brown.. city slum-out.. mayor clown.. bankers bribe council scoots.. Delusion Street.. rotten fruit..

Thought.. ‘Each obscenity on earth.. each thing which denies another for convenience and no other reason.. each cheated person who makes a career of it.. each minority who makes a career of it.. each embellishment of a negative act.. each platitude.. makes me seek peaceful resolve to truth.. for I know it to be better.. I know it to be easier.. I know it to be best’.. Peace Tony

©AC.4.2.13.arr././