Aggie Al..

Marble ring players, bets, then there is ‘chase’..marble after marble not a circle or a race..There was Sparkle Glowboy and there was Spinner Sal..not one player shot better than old Aggie Al..he could line a shot from 15 feet straight on..bank off rocks to thrill and shock folks lookin’ dusk to dawn..some say he was gifted..some said impressin’ a flooze..stories long, others spoke of magnets in his shoes..operate for marble mogul, P.O box on Mars..like all good things of quality..Ashe wood or cable cars..paparazzi reports it sports it night and day..until you read bad press send ‘arazzi on it’s way..

I shoot a steely when I play the ring..play a decent game of chase..in strange places practiced disciplined..gambled near cleaned out the place..decent number of marbles always in my bag..fun in playing whether or not allowing ‘lags’..but trucks, road assistants were needed for my pal..when he moved all his marbles..friend named

Al and Sis showing off for Grandpa Marble..Grandpa was heard to say..'a man should keep his own marbles..in his own bag'..social wisdom that applies..

‘Aggie Al’.. 

May you keep all your marbles and win others honorably..or lose with grace..Peace T@cftd

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Living Place

Where did they go? With whom..each a story..

Jud lookin’ down like he just lost a race I got nothin’ to add..How I know he down?..look at his face..c’mon Jud it can’t be that bad..

Mary picks flowers there in her yard hard to have somethin’ to say..hidin’ a secret that can’t matter much..could be she lost her own way..

Share with a stranger..share with a friend..some look like from outer space..

Proud pleasin’ reason danger will end..when you speak from your ‘Livin’ Space’..

Walk every day..see all the folks..the do what they feel they should..created games or brought from birth..’you have time do it good’

Sun comes in morningtime rain waters cool nature brilliant does arrange..one joy each drop helps with the pain..no thought given nature change..

Have you a reason?..born in your soul..something humble so good..quality you know steadies dice roll..add dreams to life as you should..

I always want to share..just have a care not to ‘lean on’..Peace Tony

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Always Tryin for Love..

BASEMENT MIND LOVE SO DEFINED

In story told or real deal things..dreams fairy tales wedding rings..diamonds love forever cast..no unhappy from a past..

dreams grand mayhap deluded..define okay say denuded..forest named for loving care..paths leading to thicket there..

Romeo and Juliette..fought too hard..fate was met..Bambi love of Mother field..mom came through love did not yield..

To uncaring hunter cruel..to the gun of a fool..

No genius need to see..love finds proof in tragedy..barefoot native..city shoes..the ever nasty rasty blues..BB King notes played aloof..tears of blood offered as proof..

Barroom small..pool tables hot..I am some kind of fair shot..down in Logan..shanty way..needed bread..go down to play..

Club car drinks..club car joker..ride the train..play gin and poker..got to win..win with a care..get back bread..

 spent on fare..

Every sit..every style..every hole..every pile..set on..or in the earth..love carried here..felt from birth..

Guess what learned all the while..start with love..start with a smile..hold it there hold it true..held for love..held for you..

Never flawed..not a game..always learning..love not blame..not expect..just loving way..love to make..this better day..

It will be the same..what remembered..lovin’ game..on my tombstone..by my name..Peace Tony

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One For True

‘At least half of what is called ‘intelligence’ is measured as applied in method’.  I would rather have a GP who is an excellent physiologist..with a replete understanding of psychological impact..than, in example, a neurologist who wants to know how many nerve endings affect my large toe.

I believe this cowboy from the 1800s has the idea.

Peace Tony

         

  

'Now..he said 'ride the range..I will give you .5o cent a day'..I am riding..real slow and easy.

 

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Ripple of a Shadow

NO DARKNESS IS NEEDED TO KNOW LIGHT

As the Life of My Existence is Gone I am Darkness

Shadow of a substance see..is it on the ground?..only meant to hold no light..light that goes around..

The shadow is released in death..the mind cannot extend..through the shadow live or dead..the shadow ripple bends..

Not the light which is stopped by the outline made..but hides feeling and all truth with darkness in the shade..

We are made to walk in light seen and not be cursed..with darkness that takes the good and sends it in reverse..

To spin and never win in life..for darkness never knows..and the ‘white lie’ is the closest dark the shadow shows..

This shadow is a darkness to muddle or hide light forever..Peace Tony

 

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Stupidity

This Painting is named 'Monumental Graveyard' (analogy of politic)

I wonder why I even bother pointing up the obvious.  Despite technological advancement.  Despite the interest in the cosmic and spiritual.  Despite the fact that love and time have no need to announce themselves for they are felt by everyone to be powerful and good..people sell their intelligence and feeling for something damaging.  This works its way into every facet of life.  I am going to try making this my last political statement of any kind..why swim in a sewer of redundant nonsense?

It is like watching something mechanical and jerky in movement following commands from a long dead maker.  People who know everything about exploitation and how to stop it..people who know as we all do that war is destructive and what it is about..still continue to justify.  They run negative campaigns with the same lack of intelligence and understanding as those who gossip and front off their neighbors.

I wish they would all take lessons from the more apt and probably intelligent canine or dove.  I wish they would see and think as the cat and deer that love each other for warmth and good. 

I guess the difference between myself and a lot of other good people and those who refuse to listen..even to their own minds and hearts..is..I know it is hard just knowing oneself..I know  that sometimes one can control their environment..as I know that no one can control another. 

So they fool people and create a seeming fools paradise that quickly becomes, for many, a fools Hell.

I doubt this will be my last political posting.  Cripples need a crutch.  The uneducated need a tutelage.  The unloving need love. 

There are also those who know..if we try..if we do..we will be that much closer to the ideal..for those to come.

 

Being free is being able to trust yourself..Peace Tony

 

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Clocking the Push..

An aspect of Heh ancient Egyptian God. Hieroglyphics mean yr. 1,000,000

Be you old or young at heart end of a dream or the start..a husky or ‘gator toe an unsafe waif no place to go..grits and beans pork rinds or mush..a connesuier of sneaky hush one thing for each lad and lass..what is done as time will pass..

faithful or forsaken true..what is sensed and what to do..where beauties are or demons lurk..what will fail what truly works..what tops fall down and those that spin..truth tells minutes we are in..as clean appreciate from grime..all games are called for ‘Father Time’..

armies from lands bitter cold..in attitude or weather gold..the leaders changing nothing there..just exploit with laws and what’s fair..true for today..tomorrow gone..the space and place..the trip you’re on..the prose the quote the telling rhyme..all defined by ‘Father Time’.

The mix of living land and sea..is held by word integrity..tales of living..spirit dead..end of the day..what was said..and held for purpose of each soul..as time paints  stories with no role..just time and change winds with a star..we must determine who we are..

What we ignore..or turn to hark..consistent love to make a mark..to build and love..or what you do..the game is there..play up to you..is it laughter you are after..is it sad..to feel bad..family love and faith still..or roadhouse with a nightly thrill..

The movie living here then past..seen in  a second flies so fast..so many colors waves and noise..beauty passed clumsy or poised..different in ways to go..each right presented picture show..lovers, science, solve the crime..right wrong and true..defined by Time..

 

When things seem overwhelming..simplify..one true good thing..just one..Peace Tony

 

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Check to the better..

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Toad dollax and mammon grail..I cannot disagree..Round about why do they shout..only to censor me..Do they have an answer?..do they stop to think?..round about and  chessboards..play chess the brine and drink..       

The stallion is in overdrive..at that a phony mare..corporate mummies half alive..try to sell a share..to buyers at the market..of ticker tape parades..no parking here but park it..get that dollar made..      

The guards ‘Smoky the Bear‘..the temp is centigrade..      

Round and about..who is the lout who does the ‘second take’..from movies that he witnessed..a teen just ‘on the make’..      

true life there are no fakes..      

Round about he’s Pitt in character from movie three..everyone prays for his mercy..praying ‘don’t kill me’..      

the movie to life taken..from first or second row..no mistaken sings like Elvis everywhere he go..      

His woman like Sandra Dee or Norma J. beauty..or Bridgette Bardot or some new and sloe eyed creole cutie..      

His car may be like James Dean‘s long ago Rebel chopped merc..He borrows past to make his life..he named his first child ‘Hurc’      

He has studied of the cosmos love, Shakespeare of course..with honor, medals and a doctorate..plays cards with a horse      

Engaged in this game of wits a peapod in a shell..will Pinto win..do him in..its very hard to tell..We just can wish him well..     

Round and About..showdown stud coin toss..win everything in ‘sudden death‘ or advertise a loss..     

As love still comes across..      

        

A silly poem for Sunday..Peace Tony      

        

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