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././

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././

In the Voting show

Species of alligator.. deaf snake and the bear.. elephant and rhino spoke armored

NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY..

underwear..  owls lent logic learned from their lofty peak.. not a lie.. or false pride shown cause they never speak..

Humans in their smoky pretense label alcohol.. base decisions from past times of a past that calls.. respect for those who left us no answers are heard.. from their energy.. their spirit.. not a single word..

Prom Queens glitter and are seen with sport heroes of youth.. brushing shoulders new Gothic long in pointed tooth.. Drac cartoons claim the moon as their bloody home.. while politicians have their dream.. remembered in a tome..

Another species rises every living day.. young in years.. not a fear as they feel their way.. human teen strives to mean.. sensed profound and good.. character defined.. in ‘would.. could and should’.. 

In nostalgic deja vu.. real from  memories.. beyond decent.. table manners.. thank yous.. polite ‘please’..  straining to make better.. know I got it right.. see darkness created.. will create a light.. I respect the masters.. in each human  way.. know the never-ending roads in each living play.. gray conceals uncounted in their comfort zones of woe.. gray no definitions.. cannot see where to go..

Freedom is under my feet.. got it from my mind.. heartfelt gift of life my friends.. young love always kind.. life flows from blankets of stars.. one admission price.. what I do.. I do it right.. never do it twice..   

Youngster as you weave your life.. as your path evolves.. as your id and what you did.. problems left or solved.. have a care young person.. sign upon your door.. kind of like an elder’s sign..  a few decades before.. 

Thought.. ‘Who could possibly find fault if all military.. worldwide.. put down their weapons for another tool.. just to build.. to heal.. to teach..

no enemy should be defined by a uniform.. flag or past of a wanton confused child.. in a world of peace no enemy would be defined’.. Peace Tony

©AC.9.5.13.arr././

Primal Grab

 

CANNOT LIE TO YOU.. WOULD NOT WANT TO.. STILL YOU AGAIN ASTOUND US..

There was ‘Rip’ his girly ‘Hip’ and ‘John’ who ran a tab.. bar named ‘dirty dirty’..folks get shot or stabbed..

When cartoon leaders make no sense.. no pill from the lab.. relieves they have survival fights.. called the ‘Primal Grab’ 

Karate of all kinds.. Judo shifts their weight.. conspirators conspire badly.. wise men ponder fate.. but like most things comes down to one.. a yes or no and skill.. you know you gotta win the jewels winning is a thrill.. rules are tools listed here.. honor them as breath.. you can fight.. every night.. no one should cause a death..

RULES DEMAND HEALTHY GLANDS IN ANY FIGHTER’S STYLE.. WHAT YOU USE IS WHAT YOU TAKE.. REMEMBER TO SMILE.. GUARD YOUR GUYS WITH ONE HAND.. OTHER PALM UP STRONG.. TAKE THE BEST LOW SHOT YOU GOT.. WIN OR LOSE.. MOVE ON..

In ‘Boobangle Turneditoff’ lot to ponder on.. folks with signs of all kinds.. ‘Morality to Pawn’.. followed by a picture smiling like a nail.. of some

‘pimp of plenty’.. as those cruise ships sail..

Thought.. ‘I know I am very tired when I spend any part of any evening criticizing the politics of a cartoon figure’..   .. Peace Tony  (this style of fighting has nothing to do with anything.. it is an ‘anti-boredom’ device from somewhere in the Southern European continent)  

©AC.7.5.13.arr././

Speak of True..

The ‘weight’.. can wait we are joyful.. thus joy is what we have to offer.. 

‘What a day’ I had to say trees against the sky.. not a war today.. no reason thought to cry.. wonder is relief in knowing.. heart is feeling true.. such a day is good my friends.. say ‘here the sky is blue’..

yellow rose hellos my nose ballerinas spin.. endless never friendless love.. not a race to win..

canine senses.. cats eye smile feeling peace for free..

light to shade a heaven made my friends for you and me..

In a world where lies are curled in wait to contradict.. any who would take war money.. help to heal those sick.. fences for pretenses.. homemade tricks and fools.. lies will rise to visible.. with warbucks building schools..

Despot take your cold shot home.. think your hatred through.. will it make a better world in hatred through and through?.. never ain’t forever child.. papers stacked burn fast.. a world in need is crying.. your hatred cannot last..

woman man your best will stand proud if set in love.. inside old imagined will not still the cooing dove.. never be ashamed my friend under social stares.. your looking glass will show you.. ways to love and care..

Thought.. ‘Social things in needs and wants cannot be met in wars or hunts.. better in work.. best in play.. when peaceful love comes your way.. Peace Tony

AS THOSE WHO WAIT FOR GOD.. SAY HIS GIVEN WORD CAN HELP.. PEACE BE REALIZED.. Religion overthrowing Heresy and Hatred I (Photo credit: Nick in exsilio)

 

©AC.4.5.13.arr././

Loveshine People..

Heard comment  ‘scavenger’.. long hair takes them back.. political excuse.. from some sorry sack..

TO SAVE A CHILD.. THAT A CHILD MAY SAVE OTHERS.. Peace (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Adventure brave adventurers.. purposes that care.. find young minds bring peaceful truth.. quietly to share.. 

read in books.. seen in films.. reams of dreams for peace.. got to find a way.. reminders.. thoughts of those deceased.. you brave men and women.. found that soldier child.. my deep admiration.. for advocacy styled..

child do you fight for friend or family.. a relative unknown?.. anger is poor purpose.. paths in history have shown..

is rattle of battle for land.. jewels or some cows.. war is greatest of all costs.. you should know by now..

precious freedoms brought by ‘Loveshine People’.. watch the show.. offer more than stinking war.. know peaceful love will grow..

youngsters with a whistle.. put it in a drawer.. remember who you love and why.. take it to the war.. 

if you find your gentle soul living deep inside.. show him to destroyers.. peaceful love in pride..

those who come with peace.. to places where walls hide a heart.. walls built on ashes of knowledge.. silenced torn apart..

not there for the money honey.. or hunt creatures there.. just a feeling satisfied.. a joyful peace they share..

take a chance.. have this dance.. not that hard to start.. never fight for anything.. not truly in your heart..

noisy rabble babble numbers to impress.. mean nothing to a soul confused in wartime stress..

child those strangers to your land.. bring something for a start.. something solid seen a ‘gift’..

love deep in your heart..

Thought.. ‘Today while walking I met a man renting his home.. I asked the price.. then we spoke of other things.. he told me he did documentary films.. he was on his way to Angola.. he will go to the front lines advocating education for child soldiers..

He told me soldiers there give these youngsters whistles.. to whistle them up when the current ’cause’ was in dispute..

I find deep admiration for the courage and cause of these pilgrims who bring peaceful knowledge..

I find it good to identify with such people. 

Yesterday Amnesty International called.. they desire support for the international gun control treaty that is before the powers of the world.. the U.S. has not yet signed off on it.. they have until June third this year..  A.I. believes when the U.S. does approve of this treaty a lot of the world will follow suit.  

I support this position.

In California we have some of strictest gun control laws found in the U.S.  One can still collect firearms.. one can attain a firearm for home defense with no real problems. 

I realize what gun control is.. as with most control.. what it represents! 

I care only for the lives that will be saved by increased respect for these deadly items. 

Profit of arms dealers is just money business.  

Peace Tony 

©AC.30.4.13.arr././

   

For those of Conscience

IF YOU BELIEVE IT.. IF YOU GONNA FIND FAITH IN IT.. IT IS GONNA COME FOR YOU.. IF YOU VIOLATE IT..

Hello.. I received a comment of length and query.  One of the questions was to the effect.. ‘with such extensive posting how do you protect your work?’.. I attempted to answer this by e mail.  The comment went into WP ‘SPAM’ folder.. a good topic.. thus the e mail.. 

Hello..

That is a good question.. in my book there is little more odious than someone who steals my work (or the work of any artist.. for any contrived excuse.. or reason).. worse.. when they claim it as their own.. 

If I found someone doing that.. I jokingly say.. ‘the thief’s debt will have to be settled by their heirs’.. way I feel about it.. 

Once you are published you can become a member of ASCAP.. SWGA.. or WGA.. (American society of composers authors and publishers - songwriters guild of America writers guild of america- keep hard copy of your work secure.. a government copyright is excellent for reference and securing work. 

Publishing rights must be bought.  A ‘poor mans copyright’.. is when you take hard copy.. send it to yourself registered mail.. then ‘do not open it’.. another way is recording a master in your own studio.. an artists work cannot be legally used for any sale.. or contract without the artist permission.. no amount of lies can overcome a polygraph (though not acceptable as courtroom evidence is considered heavily for it reflects the truth when the truth is sought).. testimony of those who know your work.. etc.  

When it comes to those who decry decency for avarice and greed.. education is the answer for society..

keep writing friend.. do not let another’s insanity sway your artistic purpose..

Peace Tony 

©AC.27.4.13.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././

Come moments in Time

Sunlight early morning  flashes in treetops.. I answer laughter dance.. to

AROUND IN TIME.. FOREVER.. Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured in dance: an early moving picture demonstrates the waltz. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

harvest reason crops.. as I dance hope they are watching.. ‘hey there look at me’.. harmless.. quite dis-armless..

Honor bound to free..

politician papers vapors still have not lost smell.. a war created for no one.. no one dared to tell..

horror in example.. something truly missed..  I dance harmless love.. peacefully resist..

what I know is who I am.. might call it ‘my style’.. promises of gold.. cannot equal one child’s smile..

Action.. music.. something felt.. song.. a driving beat.. sound will split forever love.. no music is complete..

Fractal soft it twirls aloft.. to morph.. or split again.. through geometries of measure.. past that with no end.. 

Day is crispy sunlight.. windows raised to song.. a pretty melody my friend.. just never can be wrong..

Sunrise meets gentle eyes.. early morning dew.. is time in your given life.. live love..

live it true..

Thought.. ‘As every action causes infinite ripple through the physical.. we are thus tied to the universe’ 

‘Living things in social setting.. for my time and money.. when studied to improve life.. suggest what may help.. free one.. or hopefully save life.. has moral consequence for each life..

Respect of all living things is a common I find essential to peace in any social setting’..

Peace Tony

©AC.21.4.13.arr././