Child of Mine..

Seen places sorry faces laughter in the sun.. pretty girls roses unfurled young

Sometimes it comes as expectation.. a feeling of something to be..

love everyone..

Town called ‘disposition’ streets named for a mood.. gambling.. pretty girls.. good prices for high-end cooked food..

Anyone Blvd. you can see the cast.. of any play from any day.. you have to catch it fast.. even down on Wrong St. gamblers drop a dye.. drug addicted hookers walking by to please the eye..

Long ago was feeling slow about ‘next to a girl’.. found a little honey.. sexy purpose for my world.. life inside could not hide.. abide or raise a child.. Baby scare meant nothing  in times hot loving wild..

lost cost my only child..

scared to share the joy.. adopted for the best.. my son a baby boy.. in time meet him way out West..

Speak to image in my mind.. not how he would be.. did the best, strong I was kind.. my son is lost to me.. decades gone no pity on memory called Dad.. paying to the gray horse paid the biggest debt I’ve had..

Think about him now again.. some things I would say.. in the sun.. or cool of night.. on some fated day..

Doing right can be very hard at times.. Peace T.

©AC.22.5.12.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././

Honorbound to Dream..

Crystal reflect spectrum splash boulders wet glitter flash sunlight silent warms me as a glove..

Just So..

River flows deep it knows song grows easy sense..

unlike ‘English’ where few words rhyme with love..

Thieves hide in bushes dreamed scene as children laugh at thieves vision as stand naked so.. I can but imagine.. not for very long..

of thieves.. their dreams..the nothing it will grow..

Away from canyons natural thoughts turn my head everywhere from every living thing.. felt love care tells us.. news page violent said.. blood sucking thoughts..

intent to fuss..

Small to large a landing barge of lies invasion bound.. into minds tools to learn for true.. expand to hollow large pre-schools and  the pound..

senses bend though nothing said to you..

Cannot judge.. but cannot fudge what I know is real.. what love tendered art.. what reeks of lies.. world stuck we must change from violent anger grudge..

North Irish woman waits alone she cries..

‘where is bonnie Johnnie went down Belfast way.. sister left Romance bound.. fear the worst.. looking for centuries old no answer for this pain around..

only thing they do not have is thirst’..

drunk with power drunk with cause they sing songs written when  heaven came to all who confess.. no one has a license.. to corrupt young men..

natural drives blocked may make a mess..

power from a dark horse place history marked so.. Black Irish in me knows how it rolls.. hours mark a course faceless mystery unknown..

stories of dark spirits.. light and souls..

Leaves fall with weight of seed.. River ‘tween moss banks.. green blue Mother Nature always calls.. does she grieve or abate with nothing lying deeds..

busy she prepares as summer falls..

Sunny this Sunday morning.. flowers are blooming.. roses as large as any I have seen.. beauty has no posture beyond nature.. Peace T.

©AC.6.5.12.arr././

No second To love..

We may speak.. or just stare into endless mirrors found in each others eyes.. we may sing.. dance to endless song of music played.. for no music.. no lyric can be played or sung in deceit..

Castle walls high eye to measure ten meters or more.. inside love food secure.. inside a thick oak door.. enemies created from minds unknown before.. who can think past wonderlove..

beauty to explore?..

Sitting on my favorite painted tile love song to sing.. listen fountain bubble bells earth sends underground spring.. under clouds reflecting sunlight rain sparkles in rift..

mother nature loves us.. witness this awesome gift..

Thunderstruck.. comet cupid gifts from gifted known.. music played command in practiced skill.. never alone.. love needs not atone..

for it is peace..

as peace is shown..

Here my home is peaceful.. called a ‘comfort zone’..

share or not from this plateau felt love melody.. magic thoughts of peaceful love far as I sense or see.. silent statues called Redwood Barranca to the West.. boulders witness quiet knowing..

held close to the vest..

Ponder others who may not think as me.. work for others.. yeah okay.. why unknowingly?.. gift is in your heartsong.. tempered by your thought.. gives love to another.. 

not what sold.. what bought..

Shakespeare in a different time wrote ‘world is a stage’.. beauty play does not say thought second in life’s page..

paint in search eternal unheard color love in song.. starlight reflect twinkle rocks in mountains solid strong.. play the songs of Gods goddesses.. entertain red Mars..

Peace in what you touch.. at peace with who you are..

Shan’t be easy never is ask woman of birth.. light and breezy later when peace is allowed on earth.. not a narcissistic alley.. in this solid cue,. it starts in your reflection,,

with these words ’I love you’..

Loathe as I am to change this poem I must say.. as with your song.. story or painting.. as in your home.. room or garden.. love known is a love easily shared.. Peace T.

©AC.4.5.12.arr././

Riding free.. to Blues..

Guitar music easy song.. blues sound in each note.. harp mellow easy strong.. keep one in my

Play that blues. It calms souls that they remember how love is.. to seek love again.. as with a dream.. each character is of the dreamer..

coat.. alleys welcome song.. best sound they have known..

as canyon wind will howl.. blues of nature’s throne..

Sing me song you who have it.. clear mind sing your  heart.. above below all around.. sing  love.. torn apart.. 

madam, sir a moment please.. can you say why.. then perhaps say when.. cool  pain was announced  blues in a cry.. heartbreak again again..

from lover..

from a friend.. sing ni fi the end.. 

play blues to love again..

after hours has a power built below all nets.. where love conquers enmity.. speaks well of long-lost bets.. just to gather.. work a lather.. one night months or  more.. again love lost  to city winds.. 

‘love needed’ on the door..

start with a major.. is moan for a year.. back to hollow sound of abstract minor.. like your dear.. lover for a moment.. lover in that day.. when blues comes a calling..

play blues  lover.. play..

Music is a wonderful gift.  It calms and soothes many.  It gives purpose in song.  I refuse to accept complete control of another, or a situation, as the only relief from expectation which fails when misplaced.. history of blues tells us.. there is always hope in love.. Peace T.

©AC.30.4.12.arr././

 

  

Nothing in a Lie..

Down here we are ‘tuff’ we eat melon rinds.. stung from lies passed from mouths of the lying kind..

I do not know what a 'lie' is.. I do know you truly love..

lies cannot support weight of a pebble much less dreams.. consistent paper wet cannot support moonbeams..

 if you worship freedom.. something real and true.. reflected in a mirror.. as they study you.. friend comes, someone strange do you prepare?.. something you think will be liked.. validated share..

when they come in earshot.. what is it you say?.. play a social game in life.. lies obscure to grey..

what of species living.. love to recognize.. truth will be laid and played.. give your dream sharp eyes..

perfect is your surprise..

As I see it.. many good things have been developed and given to society.. I believe it is all for nothing in a lie.. for what is a lie but nothing.. it is not a dream.. though some lies  imaginative fascinate they are not art.. they do not build.. they are to exploit.. trying to cheat time.. with nothing.. as time moves forward.. lend a true you.. Peace T.

©AC.27.4.12.arr././

Safe inside..

Downtown uptown all around when one seeks to hide.. secure insecurity those memories inside..

These folks I admire for their work.. in that time. Socrates in his time. I believe in this time.. as in those times.. the essence of freedom is stepping away from being judged by others or judging others.. for one.. it occurs to me 'profiling' is a term developed in anxiety and fear for most.. I believe it will only have a place in society when it is not destructive to anyone.. or anything..

memory can set you free.. sober view or binge.. when  memory presents to thee persistent squeaky hinge.. surity in obscurity may work.. social show and tells in art.. a judges circle jerk..

you are character in senses of life you may meet.. sour power.. no.. share one vision sweet..

your special path or street..

smooth is good inside when one rides in plan.. no one can see.. you don’t tell..  true art honors man..

useless guilt should wilt.. cannot use a crutch.. past is that.. get it pat..  not to involve too much..

walk with rhythm full path melody.. think in simple terms of physical do thus be.. just a passing word  for free..

a path that works for me.. 

there are those overweight wearing jeans from ‘Guess’.. invite to cruel front off types who live to make a mess..

you who know soul inside.. live to create.. art in love.. passed around.. found.. it is fate.. all in sunny morning.. all in a dance of rain.. all in pleasure honey.. all your tears and pain.. all in living, breathing heartbeat.. open love to you.. 

no judge sees.. your every part in art..  ’till shown true..

love to share.. beauty smile for  your day.. sunshine have care..point yourself to loveland.. I will see you there..

Folks do not notice you as much as you think they might.. it is folly to create problems for oneself.. it is folly to be a ‘professional victim’ 

©AC,27.4.12.arr././  

Up downwind..

Up the downwind ladies.. twirl to find your breeze.. watch Sally has a cold.. up wind she’s known to

Mud wrestling family.. 'The Definite Downwinds'.. off for vacation.. in the Everglades swampland..

sneeze.. Chorus… ‘Sally Please’..

down around no watertown fish markets.. above ‘heeltown’ in the land of ‘knees’.. demonstrating sockets to dream rockets.. charging drunken sailors with a squeeze.. somewhere someone unmentions disease.. one cannot be immunized.. bug cannot be brought to size.. caution on the land of sex and pies.. wear rubbers when horny things arise.. painted with a face.. 

a show-off guise.. 

here downwind of realwind is a station.. ‘up the downwind’ says a smelly type.. yes had the idea when he spoke with Wino Pete..  set to motion by  Whinni A. Hype.. this  couple makes a case for smelling ripe..

all along majesty is waiting.. offer springtime dreams to all who dare.. strong-smelling travesty abating.. validate in courts who think they care..

posthumous are those who live judging.. others who must crave being judged.. it aint about my way to begrudging.. sour minds choke badly on sweet fudge..

Alas alark found a mark.. sleazy Eze is his name.. mark a narc.. around the park., to validate his game.. as the social extract shouts of ‘Frame’..

excused in vocal noise by legion lame.. 

So up the downwind ladies.. get down with your musk.. moan groan laugh dance with me this day.. CC with me Pam with Grady.. organ like a tusk..

‘Up downwind’ a laugh to love each day..

Connecticut banned the death penalty.. they will save money.. set a good example.. who knows?.. good legislation must allow empathy.. Peace T.

©AC.25.4.12.arr././

Personal views..

Separating truth from ruse.. meditating filing clues.. how why wherefore what to be.. in thoughts of

My old friend looking at me.. while something was promised.. we used to laugh..

 infinity.. heaven promised.. fragrant free as clerics tell..

act this way tithe to me.. promised heaven.. fear of hell.. 

berating phone booth dues.. from a pulpit grand.. from a van or on the beach.. spread news to all the land.. as they urge and purge.. use music as they surge..

into pulpit madness.. beauty Reubens way.. give your cash in gladness.. promised ‘paves the way’.. to heaven where no one fights.. there is no disease.. dreams we can create on earth.. ‘one heaven if you please’..

Infinite belief I have of every action sensed.. each beauty..  skyscrapertown to ridge.. when crossing a place with no bottom and no top.. there cannot be cracks in the bridge..

Blind faith is a personal matter.. primal and environmental view.. mind now.. would you be acting a ‘Mad Hatter’.. not knowing your own backbone heart and true?

Got a life to live.. time is running fast.. each second a gift.. one to love and laugh.. crying happens also.. beauty felt around.. I cannot promise heaven unseen.. while here on the ground.. perhaps there are visions.. mayhap they will show.. how the circle will be closed.. when heaven is to know..

In wondering how greed could motivate folks beyond their own morality has puzzled me.. possibly a young person feeling who they are.. I realize many complications and situations are found as reason.. or excuse.. I am thinking ‘how can this be abandoned on a promise of projected income that does not exist?’  Then I had an epiphany.. as a landscape it opened.. Peace T.

©AC.21.4.12.arr././