Poly Mark the Frog..

‘In Toto’ only photos know simple resolve.. Picture clear inscribed ‘Dear’ love

PAUL POLLYWOG WAITED FOR HIS LEGS AND DREAMED OF THE DRUID HE SAW..
THE BEAUTIFUL PEACE OF A WORLD SEEN AS A CHILD..

from  time revolves.. Elephants memorize moments decades past.. young living have dreams fulfilled.. peace when good dreams last.. 

 Paul Pollywog spoke with Elder Bully Bob A’Frog.. had a moment to recall happened in a fog..  he said

‘My goal is freedom.. every song I croak.. melody is froggy sweet.. folks said it as they spoke.. me I listened as they drank speaking of our kind.. I tried a song for their lot.. seems they lost their minds.. throwing rocks at my song beauty to front off.. imitated my song with a strangled ugly cough’..

Ollie Owl put down his towel stepping from a steam.. in politics he learned some tricks.. recorded by the ream.. still and all he did not fall.. kept his moral ground.. got a job writing news.. about lies coming round.. ‘After knowing who one is’.. Owl said in his voice.. deep and boomy never gloomy spoke freedom of choice.. ‘style presents to social graces faces that are you.. fashion for the moment is a sign not what is true.. following or leading must be done with care.. delusion leaves a robot who can but obey and stare.. looking for a person.. one who has not died.. someone solid.. known to each.. a soul deep inside.. walk on water for a minute.. bend and taste a drink.. have a care no bottom there.. to stand on thus one sinks’..

as pollywogs grow two legs at a time.. Paul recalls his youth when Ollie and Bob took a puppet mime.. called it ‘misdirection’.. stemming from a lie.. showed respect love to infect all who laugh or cry.. with their inner message.. loving peace aware.. Paul Greatfrog is an elder.. with a love to share..

Fine feel of free vacation nation is our home.. called the earth from our birth a gift called ‘sand and foam’.. part in parcel Minstrel Marcel brought happy love news.. words of beauty to all life.. love before the blues.. Peace T.

©AC.18.5.12.arr././

Toddledick Woetown..

 

Sweet melody.. each note.. harmonics.. thank you Mr. Guitar.. for this session.. thank you..

Boondock bound a walk around across a lot of weeds.. ditches where winos slept.. teens hide passion needs..

heard a mumble.. could not make sense of spoken sound.. closer to hear better.. find what was going down.. then there was a rhythm.. found a steady beat.. like a songbirds broken beak singing from his feet.. saw an old wooden sign.. said.. ’path ahead may bend’.. song became clear vocal yokel sung  one verse again.. 

‘traveled long around all places made a lot of friends.. still each story for all glory comes to the same end.. wind up stuck in Toodledick Woetown is its name.. movement stops then here it comes stuck in a cartoon frame.. sing along.. sing a song.. beard the lion den.. this town houses pricks of life.. they just screwed me again’.. 

There are those who seek unique experience in woe.. soldiers miss when  they try to shoot off a poor toe.. someone there will do it.. they will turn the trick.. 7 will get you 12 the ’someone’s’  name is ‘Dick’..

so I chanced to speak to this ditch dweller and his feet.. told him about things in life.. wonderous things I meet..

‘no matter place, chances taken or measure of time,  sour sweet why beat yourself?  you have done no crime’..

‘what of those who accuse, judge all but challenge duels?.. abuse me, call out my name, kids got no respect in school?’  

‘Then you must teach them.. to them you cannot bitch.. more than how they hurt deceive.. they think in terms of rich.. but I know as you do.. when you cool your hand.. peace of mind..  love, song good dance harder than gold to find..

precious beyond words my friend.. infinity stays here.. your love nourishes life.. fools seek control through fear’..

Peace to all who watch cartoons.. peace in floating clouds.. peace in those thought forsaken.. those who think aloud.. peace in those who listen.. peace spoken to the ear.. talk is cheap shallow or deep peace when true words are clear.. peace in all your loving.. peace answered to hate.. peace at home before the fire.. laying with your mate.. painted song of art humbly offered to your fate.. peaceful smell of pine roses jasmine.. sulky sweet.. peaceful in the mirror.. peace taken to your street.. something loves the bitter something the unkind.. peace sweet as kitten litter..

love, simply peace of mind..

Would love to see every person settle into themselves..peacefully.  One who argues with their true self cannot speak to another in peace.. Peace T.

©AC.1.5.12.arr././    

Fork-ed Tongue.. deposed..

Spring sprung young forked tongue lookin’ at the set.. put there by dreams of  scholars future

Beautiful.. I wonder as I look.. how many 'Einsteins?'.. how many have Chagall like talent.. how many composers?..as I sense their eager minds.. I look forward to their creations..
I try to ignore stupidity to save myself the quandary of those who make war.. lie while facing these children.. and those who love them..

wonder bet.. 

Bobby was confused it was a primal jam.. Danny sulks in the corner with warmed over ’Spam’..

Mother marks a genius.. weight extension of.. what is called in mistake.. by some a ‘mother’s love’.. 

just truth in a ripple.. makes a better wave.. as ‘frisbee politics’ leave nothing to save.. as a disk dreams not a risk.. age comes as a rock.. feel a dream.. take to your life.. 

a ‘good dream lock’..

one perfection infinite streams well in the all.. others put in nitrogen some seek to save it all..

me I help with nothing, true.. still I listen well.. when I can assume a stand to cast a magic spell..

somewhere infinity.. right inside your soul.. take me there love.. show me.. creations of your role..

Many answers through life come from the ‘family dynamic’.. Peace T.

©AC.26.4.12.arr././

Up downwind..

Up the downwind ladies.. twirl to find your breeze.. watch Sally has a cold.. up wind she’s known to

Mud wrestling family.. 'The Definite Downwinds'.. off for vacation.. in the Everglades swampland..

sneeze.. Chorus… ‘Sally Please’..

down around no watertown fish markets.. above ‘heeltown’ in the land of ‘knees’.. demonstrating sockets to dream rockets.. charging drunken sailors with a squeeze.. somewhere someone unmentions disease.. one cannot be immunized.. bug cannot be brought to size.. caution on the land of sex and pies.. wear rubbers when horny things arise.. painted with a face.. 

a show-off guise.. 

here downwind of realwind is a station.. ‘up the downwind’ says a smelly type.. yes had the idea when he spoke with Wino Pete..  set to motion by  Whinni A. Hype.. this  couple makes a case for smelling ripe..

all along majesty is waiting.. offer springtime dreams to all who dare.. strong-smelling travesty abating.. validate in courts who think they care..

posthumous are those who live judging.. others who must crave being judged.. it aint about my way to begrudging.. sour minds choke badly on sweet fudge..

Alas alark found a mark.. sleazy Eze is his name.. mark a narc.. around the park., to validate his game.. as the social extract shouts of ‘Frame’..

excused in vocal noise by legion lame.. 

So up the downwind ladies.. get down with your musk.. moan groan laugh dance with me this day.. CC with me Pam with Grady.. organ like a tusk..

‘Up downwind’ a laugh to love each day..

Connecticut banned the death penalty.. they will save money.. set a good example.. who knows?.. good legislation must allow empathy.. Peace T.

©AC.25.4.12.arr././

Bottom Feeding Scum..

Beauty in this world.. counted pretty roses.. something held, compelled to greed called need..

Mr. Greed discovers a counterfeit bill.. he has sworn to look for the printer of this bill to the 'ends of the earth'. Course he just wants to print some money of 'his own'..he needs personalized cash.. to match his personality.. counterfeit..

theft that closes..homes so held.. they fool lenders fool the courts.. trick bags all around.. banks trashed bad loans.. grabbed by greed.. that should be in the ground..

World we live in lovely known.. something to propose.. why not take these crooks and hang them by the nose?.. higher than their interest rates.. higher than their greed.. higher than they get when doing crack.. feeling speed..

Maybe they can see their resemblance to nose snot.. representing lies and greed ’cause that is what they got.. low they are.. depose homes.. drive a fancy car.. how I am.. way I feel.. wish things ‘down to it real’..

They sing.. ‘look at me.. look at me.. I got a brand new car..  look at me.. look at me.. for they dreamed feathers tar.. taking homes for money.. bribing peanut row.. these bottom feed.. should not breed.. exploiters got to go..

They hide behind graft that costs us.. loose loan state controls.. take family homes with a tear.. refugee their own.. where is their soul?..

Living in a world with roses.. purple of the plum.. Bankrupt out.. you bet.. no loss.. then prosecute the scum..

Now they have greed spread in snitch bags greedy him or her.. a sad piece of nothing.. deluded rabid cur.. taking as a robber.. gold won’t take their fear.. someone somewhere may just see.. they do not belong here..

Do you remember Savings and Loan California way.. elected that man president.. that’s all I have to say..

Hello.. it seems there is no escaping the surge of greedy.. lowlife people who have confused priorities and usually- bad livers.. I have not borrowed from anyone.. certainly have not had any ripoff credit cards.. for a long long time.. I wish you all luck with these mooks.. It is sad.. the constitution has a clause which says.. roughly.. no court can interfere in a civil contract.. at the time of the constitution it apparently did not occur to them to define an agreement.. or contract as ‘legal’..Peace Tony

©AC.17.4.12.arr././

Icebox lobby..

Came from woods down dirt paths nature never lies.. conspiracy to exploit thee.. control is on the

'I have been looking for something a little different'..

rise.. seen from on high.. down low.. every sense of man.. tells a constant true.. mankind can understand..

down a traveled highway.. into city slum.. every rabbit habit.. substance heroin to gum.. just to rob a neighbor.. folks can you just see?.. mankind keeps robbing and murder.. we will cease to be.. darkness followed in blues music.. attraction for a fool.. music yes.. life is pain.. expression art.. a tool.. shows what we knew as children.. darkness needs a light.. our existence life and happiness is worth a fight..

put away the weapons.. fire, stab no more.. every living in this world is fated and what’s more.. what you add in dream wishing.. add in your belief.. if it bleeds you missed true need.. offered no relief.. set forth greed and grief..

put your best forward.. wear your finest threads.. with a lover.. make love darling.. not ‘took her to bed’.. smile at those in torture.. whose mirror is fogged.. whether mansion living.. asleep in hollow logs.. all around is a sound.. one pleases the ear..

In bloody social cold my friends.. you win nothing with fear.. love life dear keep it near..

The only thing that makes me know we will survive is the indomitable spirit of mankind.. what drives me is knowing.. as we all know.. a peaceful road is easier.. faster.. and richer in every way.. Peace T.

©.AC.13.4.12.arr././

Burning Rich..

Good Day.. Before launching into another attack on credible poetry.. I will amend a quote I did..

Down, clean full of lovin' memories.. it is 'virtually flawless'..

‘Knowledge is word definition’.. is part of a longer quote.. which though true.. does not quite suit my understanding and feeling of the word ‘knowledge’.. there simply are too many cultural and religious diversions, as well as philosophical meanings.. let us leave it here.. ‘Word definition is just that’.. there are many joys for me, in researching the etymology and origin, when possible, of words.  Thank You.

Peace Tony

Bats all colors hang from caves.. lights from phosphorous glow.. looking here and there nowhere.. wonder what they know.. ideas, dreams from feeling.. pure, sane or absurd.. contract fact told found true.. virtual is the word.. I have known good men with honored Sir names.. known others named in the street.. virtual got place and fire.. from exploit desire.. some legal unions brand it on their feet.. as bad business interest will deplete.. money, hard-earned money.. so son earns future gold.. keeps him in college.. accruing knowledge.. sent from carrots dangling front of  mules.. wonder what sonny learned at school?.. something special of a part one special of four.. so special he will not work.. when parts are no more..

hard as stone and precious as a diamond.. a soundless gleam is coming.. see it shine.. if it is virtual it will disappear.. real is real.. this art of mine..

©.AC.12.4.12.arr././   

Loving angry Soul..

Bars in T.J., Nogales, London Town so bold.. down to S. African shores people being sold.. set upon an ocean.. handed chains and oars.. ‘work for rich you nigger bitch’ the only word ‘what for’.. folks believe ’til bored.. then go to anger stored.. released on peaceful shores for greed of man.. color does not play any hand.. except excuse of greed for those who can..

think we have a resident president for now.. like last three years is a rest.. until greed unknown in reason comes unsound from others.. return war like a greedy lying pest..

tombstones or roses?.. both seen in my life.. one bespeaks memory of one.. roses in my hand usually a love.. passion lights

With the blessings of a new God.. and a frown from the old one..

my equal life world like a sun..

Guess folks will be lying.. there is no denying.. stay around like an infected tooth.. twice told, forked tongue, always in a lie.. I prefer a solid found in truth.. when young and testing strength I had less control.. identified with causes false in time.. found peace in ways.. peace deep in my soul.. go with my spirit in its prime.. 

recognize lie as time-wasting crime..

‘Our species, let alone other life forms, cannot stand those who indulge violent acts for profit’..  This is my belief as a planet dweller and brother.. Peace T@cftd

©.AC.12.4.12.arr././

Anger no More..

Way inside ‘Brainstorm’ the smallest of towns forged and created in dream, owned by a soul with a

As all circles.. as is unknown.. soul searches.. force of a starry throne..

delicate role teeter-totter of laughter and screams..tools for fools living madness..disappointed spoiled dreams in blame..cast on their parents..friends or a dog..fool regretted the trip ‘fore he came..

they called for the ‘anger defanger’..made for political woes.. sometime in the cold war a King’s big cold sore made him step on political toes.. with threats of nuclear woes.. some wives think ‘ugh mother sub, all I ever will be.. he loves his mother and hates it.. sees old moms looking at me’..

prospect of dream understands hopeful gleams come with scenes labeled concept.. down in warm river green valley.. where private soul dreams are kept.. alter of life in each living.. pray to your holy inside.. anger cannot find a reason.. not in your primal heart side..

toss skyward judgment of others..reflected sunlight washes clean.. after the rain.. expected pain.. fold out in a peaceful scene.. song may be heard from mouths passing.. folks secure, happy in smile.. lamplighter lighting the gaslight.. each perfect thing stands in style..

so read papers sent in the second.. past things sort out with machines.. turn, face loving in time it beckons..  last best you do in this scene..wave to those riding a sailwind.. luck to those descending caves.. this life is wonder a given.. a party, a gentle love rave..

May your mirrors show you.. then may they be proud of what is seen.. Peace T@cftd

©AC.10.4.12.arr././

Inner presents..

Through The Milky Way Galaxy I stumbled..perfection perfect patterns..soundless, wordless all

Solar Storms to Balance.. seen from afar.. so sensible.. so right..

this not one bumble..Earth to Saturn..perfect patterns..

old trusted dirt path King James with a knife..pygmies on orders keep score.. busted some jail lock rusted found wonder in life.. mind can see lies pour from different whores.. I sit here writing love it to my core..

how to take example from perfection.. frustration, for perfect is not me.. fate from flow where’er I go meet my humble words.. left for those who pass after me..

So drink what you drink forget a judgment.. felt inside sing your song for true.. pray to the god whose word can touch..  finds the truest part of you..

Sometimes mind pictures my good woman.. as a princess warrior with a sword.. sometimes kitty is the lioness.. who listens and adds what sensed and heard.. back home familiar good old feel.. mind has stories to add from thought.. dreamed of stumbles through The Milky Way to feel.. a small shred of wonders.. the never ever blunders.. wonders I can share.. in love for real..

The wonder of life entertains the soul in mutual love..Peace T@cftd

©AC.10.4.12.arr././