Tag Archives: Family

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.

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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.

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Dark places..

 

I wonder if this is what they meant by a 'white sale'..

Meditate travel places flow in astral dream.. fate unravels faces row.. ivory rafts upstream.. want for nothing known of.. places I may see.. travel? yes I think so.. places not known to me..

slip out of dark places.. emerge seen blinding light.. angelic graces.. ride imagined height.. something of a monster.. well, it is my dream.. cmon monster you and me.. he spoke with a scream.. ‘storklike I am speaking.. dove is close above.. were you not so sparky.. you would see my love’..

‘my best sorrows Mr. storkeagle if that’s your name..I meant no intended insult I must have sounded lame.. still, I have seen all six feet of a cosmic mole.. thought to move my path.. thought to scare my soul’..  

somewhere a new country in love is being born.. no war or violent acts.. growing wheat and corn..example spared from storied deadly glory.. about the minstrel and storkeagle.. all folks know that story..

now another moment.. then I’ll take my leave.. a word for those who meet folks with intent to deceive.. just share in learning?.. learn all that is found.. lies will never float long.. for true is solid ground.. offer knowledge of each soul.. shared down to the wire.. stories seen in others eyes.. will be the fire.. of love and desire..

It is known to a child.. it is known to any mammal I have known.. why are the ‘geniuses of the world’ figuring anything but peace.. education..applied medicines..do you think they over think.. possibly to excuse?.. Peace T,

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Love a Love only

Love pure Love..Words spoken in joy….

As the love, freedom and equality recognized are eternal..as the star the march follows..


The sun lightens the sky… grass glows grows to reach warm sunlight…mist shimmers
on pollen glow reflecting life promised…so lovely..felt close at finger tips … senses full not push no pull..
the day is another for you ..for me..
chocolate in the morning…white wine at night ..wonder sky as stars wink free 
 
color starlight..comets endless image aftermath.. flowers beautiful outside felt in you.. the day is fine …I drink in thoughts. Perceptions as my
 
own..one gift you give me..
shadows  from the sunshine ..are summoned..think colors warming
 
in dark.. now see sunny elfin jesters jump in happiness..
each day I seek to explain beauty..
 
to share..
A world with so much..needs no competition or gossip for reason, excuse
 
or validation..for we are all blessed..realization of self, love respect..a wonderful turn toward
 
sharing soul felt..what is created in life…rather than those who find validation in reaction of others..unknown..unknowing sounds commenting in performance perform in echo only…
I am blessed when I create in art,  no other motive touches me when writing, composing or playing song..it is wonderfully endless

Prose written for my beloved mother on her birthday..Peace T@cftd

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Ride thru Holiday Times

Circus in the air festive happy wanting more..mature folks turn once more into children at the

Blogbreak folks..thanks for being here..back the 27th..HAPPY HOLIDAYS

store..find a gift for someone..then another friend..relatives while money lasts..buy good gifts once again..time of giving..hurry home to wrap..be careful of the giving and receiving mental trap..easy fun to give..salves the memory..friend or kin who in past eye to eye you did not see..to receive is harder view this without mirth..it is easy love yourself..self-worth..if question self presented..take to answer there..you will see the petty tree..find new ways to care..

Faith is with you always there are those so bored..holiday makes them ride on wings of their Lord..others in extreme used a fated hate..this holiday is for us folks..it is not too late..happy is for always..in holidays, take time..to love each thing appreciate  10 dollars like a dime..for the needy hurt in life..have non judging care..you do not know..happy is yours..it does not cost to share..who you are is beauty..choice to feel and care..as a child you knew right wrong what to keep or share..I tell you as I sit here..or as wraith self or mime..I pray for all that live..Peace at Holiday Time

Happy Holidays this December 2011..Peace T@cftd

I WILL BE TAKING A ‘BLOGBREAK FROM THE 23RD TO THE 27TH..HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO YOU!

 

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Question of Age

Excitement in his eyes friend spoke to me..said ‘I have it now..perfect exactly’, when someone is

My smile is love..I smile..I love..

born..breaths well is alive..it would be a boon if he was born at 65..think!’ he said as he read some science off a page that a tabloid writer wrote lost in anger, rage..with a little science to make you think he knew..or learned of it in a good school as he grew..’absolute, but to pollute a tender just born mind..with everything someone of that age sensed saw or did find..then I mention of credentialing thoughts with an act..that came about before or after the Warsaw Pact..which started something somewhere..though now it is moot..the USSR was just another prostitute..better than the killing purge happy before..now another country paid for just a lay down whore’..

There is plastic and fantastic things to terrify..a thing whose only purpose is to put out someone’s eye..then the guns..oh what fun lets shoot the mailbox there..a bullet travels far sometimes there is pain to share..with any maybe many depends on how the bullet winds..into the social game of fame which is dumb and blind..apparently they cannot see any but a fear..that no one else has seen or realized it was here..They will make all see it..as the children grow..baby small size realized before you let it know..things suppress others..wrong things..just control..a baby from the universe..has universal soul..the plastic creatures that were featured in century last..the 7th decade shade reactionary comes on fast..

Before putting in cosmic knowledge discs of life that be..each grown person needs to see their soul..say ‘hey that’s me’..all in days of sunny love..reflect well the mind..a child knows universal soul..is gentle, true and kind..there is nothing heard that folks sing..matches love beauty wild..a soul with no control many times is just a child..with knowledge of the universe..knowledge of the flow..the child inside good for the ride..anyplace you go..one moment thought, inside taught your image realized..I say the rhyme but in time you render your own prize..so now to just surmise..One day freeze or rain may fall..one may just be both..but purity and peace you see does not need any growth…:-)

I wish you each..I wish you all..courage in what may befall..water bison..fearless dove..expect no death..they live in love..Peace T@cftd

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Precious Memory..

Whirlwind comes from stars clouds trees thunder nature brings..miss you little one..so many

Baby Driver Jr. 1991-2006 Spot 1994-2005 (KB's Daughter) Kuala Bear 1991-2011

songs to sing..love support, love unending, qualified nowhere, just a living breathing love..something we did share..

Voice comes soft unbidden..touches free my soul..can this be?  is it me?..something I can’t control..good I hear you in the void..space after this earth..will you come to another..in moments of birth..

Fantasy?  Probably..nothing here that fits..promises of ‘never leave’..she never quit..Love of life she taught me..we learned in that time..energy can set one free..written in song and rhyme..

Now ready to love another..kitten, share our home..teach them how to survive man..of caves..mountains and domes..kitten grows to cat mature..shares with heart and mind..not what others think..or how they define..

Flow I know as tested..kitten here will come..cannot show physical know..nature is rhythm drum..inside flow of Karma..makes it happen so..infinity and fates..things mankind does not know..

Kuala Bear..(spelled thus) was a wonderful friend for twenty and one half years..I have done several postings about her..I will always hold a dear memory of love..Peace Tony

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What I Said

Grandson? is that right? thoughts spiral through starlight follows smoke of evening choice.. 

'I Could care fuckin' less'..some did..

One who shines a light hope it lasts his lifetime..happy full of love in his voice..

Last night he came to me..sat there by my knee..I sat waitin’ see what may went South..past where he could see..eyes looked away from me spoke straight through wheat stalk chew in his mouth..

Other night with Will, Sal and Brother Bill heard some booze talk about long ago..someone sure got killed told in tale maybe will’s shotgun blast that laid the fella low..

Grandpa you said most fights are in the head..trying to match man thoughts of before..killing leaves them dead, just wrong,  you said worse than robbin’, worse than rape, ghoul suckin’ gore..

Too old to lie, proud, well bred ’till I die, looked at Me III in his youth, what I had to say, a lifetime in this day, is memory, that must be the truth..

I spoke quiet, clear, wanted him to hear, about how some things are not fall or climb, man feels in moments way, has his moments say, son I’ll say ‘I was there at the time’..

It was like this…Peace Tony

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Poem for My Mother

Seems seconds gone know it was good years..long trying laughter crying..happiness in tears..early on life love dawn Mom made each choice..tried for true sunny or blue..

Then your man lent his voice..

Started in New York morning to this earth..told my Father grab the bag..hospital child birth..heard tell went the wrong way..rush! important! grab..’that is not the way’ dad screamed..

‘Turn around this cab’..

Morning in the muggy..labor in the heat..New York summer closing for September..screamed in pain near buggy..next day calm and neat..I was born..a story..

To remember..

Two days in this life given..held up close to Mom..window look..first time sun for me..down to sidewalk saw..Aunt Vera her son Bruce..my cousin who is a..

Brother that be

What has come and gone in life.. here recalled so well..each path crashed or correctly reckoned..live in look back for the forward love with my wife..thankful for each moment

For each second..

Now it is a Birthday yours..Mother thanks to you..for pain of birth and lessons lived in gleaning..idealistic sometimes idiot your son..is thankful for your birth love given

Meaning..

Saw times passing as a child easy back yard play..Pooh Rabbit carrot Lisa share..chased by malted in the sun as you and Dad looked on..storied love a lesson how to

Care

Stories to infinity..stories herald love..fear the eyes of age but know for true..time will pass in energy..as love shades turns a page..the best is known here..

For the Time of You..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOTHER..Love Tony