‘Bout me runnin’ free..

‘DREAMS ARE MAGIC.. LOVE IS INVIOLATE.. AS TRUTH IS IMMUTABLE’ ..

Saw ‘em herd with ‘promise-words’.. kind of like a bribe.. some would question.. some were easy.. some always imbibed..

Back there in the forties.. you know it is true.. senseless never.. touches a love of me and you.. 

All across history.. all around the globe.. impatience touches faithless.. blinks a greedy strobe.. 

Good when I think of good.. fills the darkest hole.. all the darkness in the world.. will never kill a soul..

Control in delusion madman.. your minus dreams.. your stare..

         Living rights my deep commitment.. none too deep too share.. 

The infant.. as the child you were.. innocence you had.. is waiting.. it is up to you.. to strive for happy.. glad..

None can threaten.. none degrade.. when you wish no wrong.. play careful.. play it slow..

Play your love play it strong..

Thought.. ‘with a ‘way to say’ the ‘spiritual vacuum’ that appears in mankind becomes visible.. when it becomes recognized it would be obviously tragic to proselytize.. force.. or in these few words.. not repeat the horrible inquisitions..or other things which qualify in modern times.. as fanatical!!

In the historically short years I have lived to see reactions from agencies.. bureaucracies.. humans.. prejudice.. (pre-judgement) endemic to areas.. redundant, non sequiturs which have been extreme enough to easily see the shift from ‘witch-hunt’ to ‘lynch-mob’ mentality in the crowd.. (far less sensible than most T.V. network cartoons) 

Finding something to have faith in must start inside.. through the doors of reflection.. a universe to experience.. to learn from.. 

Peace Tony

©AC.17.6.13.arr././

Dollar dump 4 Dreams

 

FROM A ‘BROWNIE BOX’ CAMERA.. 1/60TH SECOND AT f 8

Strong.. young years.. song in heart.. lookin’ just to share.. left a home of dreams..the hope of love is everywhere..

Saw the paw of some ‘McGraw’ or other from a feud.. night fight over greedy cheats.. sneak cards in the nude.. 

Love.. a promise.. in a dream.. thought of clean and true.. home to share life in love.. why not in all we do?

Separate of dollars.. fate.. not always easy done.. until good feeling sets a course.. as daylight to the sun..

Here a child with my mother.. dreaming adult plans.. three years old.. formed to behold.. my image as a man..

Thought.. ‘I know more words now.. have seen more things.. more variations.. than as a child.. still.. I find no moral difference between the child of three.. and the poet’.. Peace Tony    

WITH DAD..

©AC.10.6.13.arr././

Childish Wisdom

 

Dreams there was no time for.. dreams that went awry.. dreams fulfilled with me still.. good ’till the day I die..

Learned to detour useless..  where old dreams are piled.. I learn each time I witness.. the wisdom of a child..

Down around a battlefield.. young folks in their teens.. deadly games.. suspicious frames of justice.. ways and means..

General of pretense.. love touched once his head.. he quoted.. ‘love will be our weapon.. surrender hate and dread..

A stir in officers he served with when a go.. into battle.. bridged over.. oil and money flow..

Took young to the playground.. where the tanks and guns.. all bad things of war for less expense became for fun..

What a dream.. jasmine bloom.. girl dances.. whippoorwill.. the child of love and laughter.. lived inside each soldier still..

Walking through the forest gentle.. where true peace is filed.. confusion comes in laughter.. as the wisdom of a child..

Thought.. ‘it was as if he became a child again.. do you remember how full of joy he was?.. as if he was saying.. here is my love.. as the child paths crossed gently.. Peace Tony 

(Sculpture.. ‘Childish Pleasure’).. photo Wikipedia

©AC.31.5.13.arr././

Graawnd ol’ Fun..

Went across without a loss historic waterways.. aqua-folks ride fish with spokes..

THEY SHOOK WITH GREAT EXPRESSION OF SINCERITY.. UNFORTUNATELY THEIR HEARTS AND MINDS WERE NOT IN ATTENDANCE..

acting sitcom plays..

Midget raised his middle digit then signed for a tour.. of those who care enough to help the sick.. downtrodden poor..

Love will spark a dullard.. put a virgin in the sack.. shame mouthy hatreds that politically attack..

Have you the eyesight.. courage.. care to explore.. folks in worlds not known to you.. used badly in a war?!..

Every corner ever turned.. each grain of sand I’ve seen.. as time on this earth gives rain.. sunshine.. trees so green..

Makes thanks for the gift of living.. for a world to share.. thanks for love to give.. a heart and mind with will to care..

Thank you living for your teaching.. writers for your craft.. thank you for a sane foundation when the world goes ‘daft’..

Dance today my only way.. on my only trail.. chance you may find love.. make haste our ship is setting sail..

To another day.. another hour.. minutes flash.. reckon with each second.. gentle curtains.. velvet sash..

Thought.. ‘they all knew the danger.. for no reason.. answering when questioned.. with a pile of excuses.. and false pride in prior actions.. much as.. I believe.. George A. Custer General U.S. Army would have spoken in justification had he survived his stupidity.. Peace Tony

©AC.22.5.13.arr././

Softly good.. you Good life..

 

RESTING WITH DREAMS.. CAPTURED BY A PAINTER IN ABOUT 1485

Storms have formed a passage to a sunny quiet place.. birdsong.. breeze the only sound.. peace inside my face..

Every look tells ‘I know you’.. sense a living eye.. tells me trillion words.. in ‘easy flow’.. when useless dies..

Hear the pimp.. procure a gimp.. those who explore ‘want’.. come in drunken splendor to enhance the mother hunt..

On the edge of meadow space an owl rides a buck.. picture sky joined by a doe two fawns.. a fox and ducks..

Their eyes follow curious.. their way just peace to find.. I perform my soul-game.. let my art slowly unwind..

Day comes in a wonder.. what will I do today?.. will I meet another with music to share and play?..

Weary when the sunset comes.. sundown evening warm.. rest me weary good mind.. carry love to the next storm..

Dream caress away floats stress.. peace comes to my heart.. my mind agrees as peace it sees.. confusion flies apart..

Thought.. ‘in those sixties times.. walking with good friends of yesteryear.. knowing and believing words like ‘free’ and ‘equal’.. we could find no conflict to predict on that peaceful path.. it takes time.. now a black president in a culture where some.. either consciously or without knowledge.. are motivated by ‘race’..

on the other side of that equation are the young.. (share my joy).. and sense of accomplishment after decades of work and purpose.. dedication that was all-consuming for some.. watching those who ignore the needs of ‘living rights’  ignored in guilt and avarice..

watching television I saw speaking.. with no indication of prompts.. pressure or script..

13 children in ten groups.. they defined ‘race’ as a speed contest.. only two asked if it had to do with ‘nationality’.. and all the years came to one second.. the one that says..

‘it is done.. it is working’..

Peace Tony

©AC.18.5.13.arr././

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)  

©AC.7.5.13.arr././

Cinco de Mayo.. arriba!

All are welcome.. FIESTA.. CINCO DE MAYO..

Such good feeling hey Ole folks free dance in joy to say.. Fiesta.. bueno.. strong in song.. ‘we are free.. come dance along’..

Attended by feather species.. look the ‘Social Finch’.. discusses religion with ‘King Greed of Christmas Grinch’.. they speak celebration.. tragedy of war.. refugees.. immigrants.. how to use the poor..

in forest valley mountain rivers  flow.. deep in clear water.. where love always grows.. no lies are spoken down deep it is real..

honor speaks their culture.. for children strong to feel..

Fill me a glass as I pass.. Stay sane in that good time.. sing it.. dance bring chance of love..rhythm sung in rhyme..

Look above white clouds high sky.. hear free flying geese.. smile down to know those free ones.. long ago released..

Cinco de Mayo tells us.. of freedom for each child.. free is peace this holiday.. natural born as wild..

Thought.. ‘First.. HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO..  freedom is special in life.. those who remembered the last slaver that the next cannot be… those who fought to bring freedom and the worth of life to light.. are honored in this house.. as those who celebrate today that the ‘freedom lasts’ are honored..

I know to end any desire for war each of us must find ways to make peace engaging.. interesting. 

War is fostered and given thrust by boredom.  Along with mountains of neat ‘toys’.. promised excitement and purpose those with a wartime agenda hang out for our young folks..

we all must understand.. self-indulgence.. no matter how excused.. abandons life for what is essentially a thrill in the worst waste of resource.. life.. and sanity.. war gives birth to stillborn for untold profits.. in tragedy they dwell on it.. sell it..

I respect the sacrifices of those who died for freedoms we have.. there need not be further sacrifice..

in Mexico.. I remember the peace of the Durango Mountains.. the town of  Sinaloa.. the joy.. the stars.. 

I would love to see that peaceful way realized by all those who now rebel in senseless ways to corrupt.. to subjugate their own with threats or horrible violence.. I would love to be able to give you freedom.. far from society.. away from useless fear.. as your sweet free soul climbs back into its skin..

Peace Tony

©AC.5.5.13.arr././

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

©AC.1.5.13.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././

Nature gonna Sing

There they are.. walking.. in cars.. purpose so defined.. wish you paths of honor..

NOW.. ALL I HAVE TO DO IS REMEMBER WHAT I LOVE.. WHAT I FEEL FOR..

feeling to your mind.. once I sought to join confused.. anger took a toll.. catch phrase ceased to amaze..

music met my soul..

seen on screens most everywhere.. fights on battlefields.. sorry sorry ways.. history defined by those who yield..

a corn field littered with monsters.. prisoners wait bail.. no one else carries your weight.. when your life gets stale..

Birds sing songs made in nature.. Cat smiles with their eyes.. paths flow from a universe.. beyond years.. and wise.. 

sage will turn your living page.. art will come to pass.. understanding your best friend.. in the looking-glass..

In a land planned for man.. purpose true and strong.. I enjoy the concert.. when birds sing nature’s song…

Thought for you.. ‘The most irritating.. frustrated situations become bearable.. even fun.. when you bring a smile along

‘.. Peace Tony

©AC.28.4.13.arr././