Land of Doors..

Whirlwind through open girl in dance a beauty spin.. perfumed gentle breeze dress spun her scent

So She is..
(pic Inet)

then spun again.. back room mook name of ‘Duke’ macked across glass floor..

cultural acceptance.. she loves Arian or Moor 

dream felt put to thought may come anywhere life kissed.. dream is all your own.. proof unique exists.. 

dreamland entry has no sentry seen he must decide.. know for sure this woman pure.. decides just who may ride.. 

her very special wagon.. her own special tail.. wiggle giggle tease she will.. message to the male.. man best admire.. words gentle with class.. her mind-body scent her strength.. she gives away no ass.. gentleman may see her.. miss her signal sent.. she will pause polite his cause.. until she must pay rent..

good days when passion spent.. her lover boy or gent.. 

down and dirty.. virgin act.. her love is all the same.. no promise beyond passion.. no love spent in a game.. 

just chemistry with her passion in time mate.. free laughs loving happy.. they crash heaven’s gate..

dreams passion weightless loving seconds seem like days.. angel spook.. polite or mook.. love clears aways the haze..

compass for the maze..

Things that fail in the extreme, given time, will fail in society.. Peace T.

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Free flight…

Goodbye world trembling from images long known.. slipping into cracks untimely from centuries

Remember to dream child.. turn your dream to life.. your best.. finest dream..

past throne.. 

notes full blues notes.. note by note a song.. gonna play my own say.. gonna play it strong.. here a harmonic played 12fr key of G,, takes me.. play melodies to ride.. tick tock harp felt easy.. beauty of the notes.. play to ride the  pretty notes that glide..

raga raga drone me back.. string D then a beat.. melody G B and E.. melody life be.. swing up down a scale.. blues whistle train a rail.. down in the station.. frustration handles pause 4 beat slow.. play full blue blown.. all  my own..  

railroad lights.. late afternoon.. rainy white farmhouse buildings.. sheep.. storm a comin’.. lovers laugh embrace running from thunder after lightning.. more lightning.. barn.. sweet soft hay.. love.. song.. child spoken girl said.. rain patter.. dim lantern.. no memories past.. now now now.. smells love.. music..  

eyes are closed play inside a song now.. words storied in mind lay deep blues.. heart explodes mind sends felt note to my hands.. melody sweet blues.. years tears lies told trues.. take me to my place where all is song.. some listen in my dream some play along.. 

in this land all offering is song.. warm scent musk female.. fingers strings.. woman sings.. thoughts of New Orleans.. typhoons gunshots.. fading fading.. gone into jazz.. tripping fast.. relative to every note.. scat baby scat.. wounded.. slow blues.. back to years ’Bye and Bye’.. slow.. bluesy.. like song ‘Old Black Joe’.. all that time finding my voice like his.. cool..

Goats mountain goats.. take melody no notice save a beat.. a loving strong beat.. playing beat.. working beat.. walking beat.. blues man.. saying blues.. ‘they’s a song coming.. morning time.. right with sun.. right on time..

The world is musical when I play.. the world is love in song.. when I play.. instrument of  choice.. make it sound like a voice.. forget all but music.. all but love.. when I play.. Peace T.

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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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Wrongtime Pass

 

Marty Spritz Dream (seen in 1999 my noted dreamer M. Spritz deceased)

When something does not feel right, yet I continue, is that the moment I lose my humanity?  or the moment it is realized, thus gained?

Had a foot massage, done walked on glass. always found path same place, black sabbath, devil parties, priests reciting mass,

Clouds make it hard to see my face. 

Not in politic room, or tributes to absurd, a mispronounce, denounce or pounce with innocent hard words, just panoply, lies and shouted given cost,,

Spirit found or thrown down forever lost..

Ripped in all direction, what was meant to last as sealore captain lashed to moral mast..it is not yours or mine my friend, no fate, future from past

As fate laughs heartily at ‘Wrongtime Pass’

Peace Tony

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Brother Blue..Spirit Sister..

Li’l sister, she can rock, blues down deep, played up the block, at sixteen years voice her gain,

A Blues Woman Dreams..(pic INet)

keep blue note drugs from her veins..

See that play out once again?  On stage, screen my hometown friends..

Identify..crucify.. needle sword turned in..smokin’ crack how some get back..play love once again..Old dead leaves now fake we rake up..

Blues hides love we spend..

Ch.  City alleys, country valleys, folks love pain again.  Pity near sung stage blues tears..ticket money spends..

(singers/harmony)  Tears a bucket..blues..well fuck it..sing that blues again.

         Lookin’ at new cars hip..checkin’ diva style..check sex, no desire mix..just share casual smiles..

Love gone now little sister, gone now, took your wind.  From the start love is the heart..not where the heart has been..

Your pain is at an end..blues is a dangerous friend..

‘I would rather feel the pain than none at all’..Blues Project..1966..Peace Tony

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Soldiers Song

Look beauty home built, hills front dawn’s light, woman with our oldest son..2.  Woman life partner color filled light, life to my darkness..each one..3.  Song ‘Danny Boy’ always stirs love, for home, family I must save.  4.  Song from dark Irish..’Johnny Marches Home’..5.  Limps on one leg to the grave, 

Bugle pipes calling glen through green hills..flowers dew, morning so cool..2.  If dying is honor then this is my fight..though insane this fight of a fool..3.  Father looks distant..far past horn sound..where he, grandpa and John.4.  Went to another war, nothing was won..Grandpa hero..Brother dead, gone..

Ch.  Frustrate to anger..personal done..selfish to purpose of war..2..Hell gate danger..once more see my sons..if taken my home is no more..3.  Sergeant I know you..those who command..wars seen that frustrate all sense.

          Young eyes and bodies..as yours any war..country, flag, issue or fence..2.  NO enemy here..just one like you..dream peace with children at play..3..Lovers lanes filled young lovers build homes..for most no war ends in this way..

Revelle, revelle at ‘em you strong..kill for  past wars bravest tale..spill blood, destroy, see ugly mankind..destruction, war destined to fail..2,,politic anger, greedy ride their tails..hope against sense for new ways..sick is the need, pride love’s train derails..no war ever brought better days..

As I know a soldier, we both know, war will never stop war..Peace Tony

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Rolling Out

Brothers past cutaways colors gypsy bound,.echo war, echo bible every human sound..North

PEELING A PEAR HE UNRAVELS DREAMS

wind blows one way..told another South..stories echo sensed there..passed sound from the mouth..’Did you hear what they fear in S. Dakota hills?..native got that spirit..’cause they got the will’…respect calls, I listen..feel pull from my soul..way I been..new way to be..’bout the way I roll..

Hot day W. L.A. way..woman Muslim wrapped..her eyes, way she moves..defends her man-made trap..then another pretty young feels free in her way..she cries alone..remembers something on Father’s Day..hose is on sprinkle lawn..white fence wood picket..children laugh play under sun..hope there ain’t a ticket..free smile on young faces..worth cost of that law..in times of desperation..remember smiles I saw..

When a child young, half wild..freedom was a friend..games of pioneer times..true blue ’till the end..got a little older..world, a keg to tap..dreams of home, woman a child sits her lap..how each person put forth what was in their soul..react to what is rule called fact..or true the way they roll..paper routes..games, fights, shouts  what to believe..confusion lends uneeded bends..make folks lie deceive..

When a child happy half wild..freedom my best friend..no perks should confuse what works..to be a child again..true blue until the end.. 

With such freedom from childhood a world survives..Peace Tony

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Walking the Green

Lovers pass as a Maiden waits..(Image via Wikipedia)

Wild path city, country, matters thought to feel..pretty girls, happy children..seen love way I deal..edge of darkness comes no buffer from O’neill..his days journey..read in young times..wrote one way to feel..

Second capture..love a rapture child free happy does..not caught thought of what may be..diseases, war that was..energy free for a game..share gift a new ball..throw then spin..game rules made in..childish true love all..

lovers walk nature paths..alley, garden park..birds ..dove moan, chirp of lark..skin over the bone..patula oil said meant to foil nature as it smells..real deal found in morning..after wedding bells.. passed love always tells..

Light heart mind soul is right..strong as any dark..stronger still..soul inside wills love to find its mark..some deny a cry known..show thing that light each day..from darkness hiding from light as  love passes on its way..

World same all around..love each country flag..evil confused train a horse..so they can drag..hangups unknown to others..hard put to define..the bloody body dragged..guilt visits as love shines..

Each of us is willing..maybe find a truth..just one found make happy sounds..take old back to youth..wild walk, nature is not cruel..wild walk in the woods..wild talk sparrows, rabbit, dove, wolf,  coyote good..

Each can feel you before seen..mind track for their day..when met, love offered is good..is all I have to say..

Yesterday a dove took wing..I looked cautiously thus came eye to eye 4 inches close with the mother dove..sitting on her eggs..guarding her young..Peace Tony

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House Dance

Morning sun says ‘you’re the one’ melts away ‘June Gloom’..wolf hunts night in front yard..danced

MAY THEY NEVER LOSE THIS WONDER

stayed ’till noon..wife smile shorty night gown..chased her ’round our house..day is happy..music filled..cat danced with a mouse..stubbed my toe..’that’s how it goes’..chair comments to couch..chair guffaw read book of law..said ‘he did not ouch’..seems stars lined make happy day..fate for folks their role..’House Dance’ around the world for every living soul..

My heart feels to know each happy, good thought leads to like action..this quiet way is what I believe will overcome the evil of confused evil..for each of us..no matter how we travel..what makes us smile..days like this of simple happy are what I believe in..Peace Tony

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WORDTITHE

Sunday morning wonder sun shines across the land..reflect steeples peoples’ faith to

It was not my doing but you will have a brand new papa..

understand..naturalist a scientist has forty high degrees..if Creationist correct they ‘wack off at the knees’..all study proof of bloody change path of man..how different from large insects who live in a can..male chimp never pimps has wives that number ten..who set up hubby for a back door lover called a friend..in sheepish quiet resolve females picked the body clean..of any tics or smells making hubby dead obscene..is it piety or society that bends..the chimp mind to feel guilty back door set up murder friends..the naturalist cannot resist while eating breakfast bland..’I am screwed if all renewed when God just waves his hand’..following the logic conclusion to respect..that cannot be solved or resolved in watch ‘Doppler Effect’..feet to a beat meet solid on the ground..seen second or so before; image before sound..I heard this yesterday from neighbor kid who is an imp..always has been and at nineteen successful pimp..who is better thus unfettered with the rules of ‘Oz’..good witch is on vacation..good things  on the pause..said it once before entity called God..the way this good earth turns mankind..’God is on the nod’..

Serious heavy has a lonely price..especially if one is not a ‘joiner’..Peace Tony

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