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././

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././

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././

Forced Newsbreak..

Hello.. I apologize to my readers for not being able to post.  I am back on-line and will be posting later today.. I share this.. if one has IE8 and wants to ‘upgrade’ to IE7 they must uninstall SP3 to uninstall IE8.  It seems this is ‘top secret’ info for windows seemed deign to share it with the many millions.. Peace to you Tony

HERE IN THIS UNEXPLORED TERRITORY WE SHOULD LEAVE SIGNS FOR THE NEXT TRAVELERS..

Let down Cure..

‘I never thought this sale of zombie costumes would override individual need for expression’.. said zombie one for the rest..
(pic inet)

Time rhyme fascinates paisley decorates.. places for my art.. it is my fate.. upriver turn to path in forest pleasant trees sunlight shaft creek wooden raft.. beauty freeze to please.. passing time..

joker song sung.. wicked tongue.. clever rhyming mix.. disappointment ointment.. Aphrodite for the sex.. laugh in song a party.. fine teak wood so carved.. pass time in laughter.. the same time people starve..

SO.. back to rack of misery.. caused by greed and woe..to a path seen peace easy  my natural place to go..

when I was a Cub Scout.. knew what was.. what true.. let down cure was hiding.. for greed to join the que.. need seed grown unknown fast into demand.. until one is replaced by nothing..

a sandbox with no sand..

Flash reflecting sunlight.. did not mix or brew.. feeling peace inside as feel a love known true.. felt sent special to me.. from a special soul.. deep in forest beautiful..

Far beyond control..

This morning all was grey.. so unchanging.. ‘hang time’ from yesterday and about as interesting as the etymology of that phrase.. then I trusted what I say.. I felt love.. I dismissed creations of stress.. of anything but love.. Peace T.

©AC.8.5.12.arr././

Land of Doors..

Whirlwind through open girl in dance a beauty spin.. perfumed gentle breeze dress spun her scent

So She is..
(pic Inet)

then spun again.. back room mook name of ‘Duke’ macked across glass floor..

cultural acceptance.. she loves Arian or Moor 

dream felt put to thought may come anywhere life kissed.. dream is all your own.. proof unique exists.. 

dreamland entry has no sentry seen he must decide.. know for sure this woman pure.. decides just who may ride.. 

her very special wagon.. her own special tail.. wiggle giggle tease she will.. message to the male.. man best admire.. words gentle with class.. her mind-body scent her strength.. she gives away no ass.. gentleman may see her.. miss her signal sent.. she will pause polite his cause.. until she must pay rent..

good days when passion spent.. her lover boy or gent.. 

down and dirty.. virgin act.. her love is all the same.. no promise beyond passion.. no love spent in a game.. 

just chemistry with her passion in time mate.. free laughs loving happy.. they crash heaven’s gate..

dreams passion weightless loving seconds seem like days.. angel spook.. polite or mook.. love clears aways the haze..

compass for the maze..

Things that fail in the extreme, given time, will fail in society.. Peace T.

©AC.3.5.12.arr././

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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././

    

Fork-ed Tongue.. deposed..

Spring sprung young forked tongue lookin’ at the set.. put there by dreams of  scholars future

Beautiful.. I wonder as I look.. how many 'Einsteins?'.. how many have Chagall like talent.. how many composers?..as I sense their eager minds.. I look forward to their creations..
I try to ignore stupidity to save myself the quandary of those who make war.. lie while facing these children.. and those who love them..

wonder bet.. 

Bobby was confused it was a primal jam.. Danny sulks in the corner with warmed over ’Spam’..

Mother marks a genius.. weight extension of.. what is called in mistake.. by some a ‘mother’s love’.. 

just truth in a ripple.. makes a better wave.. as ‘frisbee politics’ leave nothing to save.. as a disk dreams not a risk.. age comes as a rock.. feel a dream.. take to your life.. 

a ‘good dream lock’..

one perfection infinite streams well in the all.. others put in nitrogen some seek to save it all..

me I help with nothing, true.. still I listen well.. when I can assume a stand to cast a magic spell..

somewhere infinity.. right inside your soul.. take me there love.. show me.. creations of your role..

Many answers through life come from the ‘family dynamic’.. Peace T.

©AC.26.4.12.arr././