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././

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

©AC.17.5.13.arr././

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..

©AC.16.5.13.arr././

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

©AC.15.5.13.arr././

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

 

 

Into Nature’s Way

Down dusty trails.. winds force of gales.. rocks build buildings tall.. folks attend work offices.. with tales to recall..

places lived in times before.. places in a plan.. life a rhythm for your song.. lends a dance to man..

off Washington.. North Beach.. San Fransisco set in dreams.. a play where love  sunrays bounce around moonbeams..

politician.. issue voters.. examine your fears.. cannot label feelings.. no labels.. none to hear..

see a web stretching far as the eye can see.. closer where each line connects a person known to me.. is it Father of my blood?.. yes! I know him well.. Is it Mother that I love?… cast a kindness spell..

now a party beckoning.. work played in the cause.. now a dream with each one starring.. bowing to applause..

life you wonder life you good.. thank you for this chance.. to play song on my good ax strong..

sing songs of free and dance..

Thought.. ‘walking that wooded path.. the only sound.. water running down a small creek-bed.. birds singing.. some other species moving through the brush on rabbit trails..

my very soul screams a silent question.. ‘How can war ever improve these wonders of life?’.. it cannot.. it never will.. what causes this insanity called war?..

a child knows better.. as living love values peaceful.. sanctity of mind’.. Peace Tony

©AC.10.5.13.arr././

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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©AC.3.5.13.arr././

Nature singing Hope..

 

BLOW STORM!  SING LOVE.. FOR WE ARE BORN OF ONE UNIVERSE!

 

 

This optimist will not resist.. consisting of a view.. since a child.. loving.. wild.. magic dream friends flew..

Flowers with a pollen song.. birds answer their voice.. clouds laugh thunder to a rainbow.. colors wind a choice..

In the lee waiting winds en-route here from afar.. storm or white clouds sunny.. warm as a pulsing star..

Overwhelmed I lashed the helm.. my compass points to land.. wanderlust to wonder.. a care to understand..

Describe each tribe?.. just listen learn.. their story told to me.. who they are.. what dream in heart..  to get along.. be free..

A love story forever.. nothing to contrive.. my love flows in hope you see.. to keep all life alive..

Thought.. ‘I think therefore I am‘.. Descartes  ‘Show me a hero I will write you a tragedy.. F. Scott Fitzgerald.. as your senses tell you.. your youth begs.. as passion speaks for love.. peaceful love is strength for another journey.. thus my feeling for love.. Peace Tony

©AC.2.5.13.arr././

Spring Blossom Tales..

Welcome mat by our front door has seen a lot go on.. anger without purpose..

children hope dance singing song..

Every yes and no that came on any traveler’s road.. those who read a scene in love.. sometimes a thieving toad.. 

Young love rides a bicycle her name is Rosalie.. birds above sing their songs.. of flying.. chicks and free..

No bomb has crashed.. nor whip has thrashed.. not one gentle soul.. has been fouled by avarice.. while folks seek to control..

‘Welcome’ here is safe.. no fear.. your travels tell a tale.. of how you did your yes your no.. no judge will say you failed..

Moments fated come plus art created is a sum.. when running.. or at rest we lay.. our living seeks a better day..

Thought.. ‘it never stops being true.. thus it never gets old until it is fact.. a world at peace is a world of peaceful purpose and resolve.. a world that can move forward.. nature needs no permission from the societies of mankind.. mankind on the other hand.. could use a little help from nature.. we must come to the environment.. as with anything else respect will embellish understanding’.. Peace Tony

©AC.26.4.13.arr././

Mama Come Quiet..

The Nuptials of Cupid and Psyche (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Saw it on the TV.. seen it in real life.. where marrying Tom says ‘who objects?’..

mama like a hen.. remembers child when eyes were clear..

Dad says ‘years ago.. before sex’..

Young woman is standing handing advice to her friends.. every shape and size of dream in white.. imagination glistens in young dreaming eyes.. images of brides and wedding nights..

Friends play ’til single ends.. lions in their den.. passion wins again.. life needs rain.. young love with a smile.. now and all the while.. love shows the way.. as wood goes with the grain.. 

Dancing with the bride Father glows his smile is wide.. will they have sons?.. a ‘namesake’ cool..

Best be in this moment.. feeling for your little girl.. no time for ol’ dad to act a fool..

Wedding day is winding down.. voices quiet.. laughs.. all thanks for gifts in love exchanged..

Here it comes.. it always does.. a distant relative.. tells with example how diapers were changed..

Mother next time someone known to you has a child.. who is planning nuptials in June.. take a lesson from the parents.. good.. bad tame or wild.. betrothed in teasing..

baby brother moons..

If you have a gift for relatives soon to be wed.. if you knew them when they were first-born..

Those family stories.. where everybody laughed.. guess they are a brand of family ‘corn’ 

Restrain yourself leave on the shelf those front-off times so passed.. futures begin for a groom and bride..

Heart and brain.. sun or rain.. a lovers’ peace that lasts.. love with respect flows forward like a tide..

Thought.. ‘For all I have learned.. for all the promise found in poetry and music.. my thanks is most for the love of my Woman.. as I am her man.. there is so much.. she is a universe.. that shows me’.. Peace Tony

©AC.23.4.13.arr././