Tag Archives: Interpretation

Blue Haired Ladies..

Graceful move about a groove could not guess her years.. eyes reflecting laughter, parties.. sad love and some tears.. down in New Orleans.. Riverboat to dance.. find a girl in the unknown.. an unknown circumstance..

Song about ‘big muddy’ ferry cross the main.. ‘President’ wheel to see the French Quarter again.. down Canal St. on to Bourbon jazz fills the air.. from all night club in the cellar right on down the stairs..

Ako Ako patois word for music every day.. some plan all year for the Mardi Gras New Orleans way.. parade plan each man will stand with tribe parade.. each year better than past ‘Spy Boy’ plan made.. ‘Spy Boy’ with a flag carried for the tribe.. will not lose it for a threat or any money bribe..

Finer is better.. understood the best.. Mardi Gras a party dance.. music ebbs to crest.. Heard

A SHORT DRIVE E. ON HIGHWAY 90 TO ALABAMA.. ABOUT 30 MILES IN.. THERE IS A STONE BRIDGE.. OVER A RIVER SURROUNDED BY GREEN..

‘Satchmo’ blow and sing about ‘Saints Marching In’.. beauty soft ‘Wonderful World.. again again.. heard jazz greats address the fates with melody so true.. guitar sad a hollow harp.. that ‘New Orleans Blues’..

Blues run like a river feed a waiting pond.. clear notes butterflies dance on shore lovers lookin’ on.. all about music flow strong cold beat to dance.. maiden.. man beguile with smiling moves love’s game of chance..

When I am doing something boring.. when something hurts me.. when I am joyful.. when love comes to pose it’s question.. whatever happens.. it is better with a good driving song.. Peace T.

©AC.23.5.12.arr././

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.

©AC.22.5.12.arr././

Feeling Good..

TOMMY IN HIS ‘CAS’ PERSONA.. KICKING BACK.. TAKING IT IN..

Tommy Tortoise was his name sunbathing in fun his game.. learned to run as he grew.. quick mind with a love for you.. every morning he would say.. ‘it feels good to feel this way’..

Faceless faces skip along.. some sing happy party songs.. dance in time.. under trees.. ice skate, ski in a snow freeze..

chimney smells clear autumn  Day.. mockingbird singsong  say.. Tommy says.. as in a play.. ‘it feels good to feel this way’..

Problem seen.. blamed on fate.. may think ‘wow.. the hour is late’.. do not stress.. guilt or hurry.. Tommy T. allows no worries.. slow in body.. slow in scene.. sees what promises may mean.. block a dream.. block a wish.. mind food dreaming on a dish.. 

set in velvet.. by wet moss.. Jesus smiles from the cross.. Moses with his children free.. olive branch.. calms angry seas.. gods discuss in darkened rooms.. light from colored dream weave looms.. old guitar man.. spits to cuss.. simple song.. explains to us..

‘Young I was a lover strong.. still am just not for as long.. was a soldier overseas.. everywhere love is to please.. song in dream.. dream in life.. on my bible.. on my knife.. song good song.. I have to say.. it feels good to feel this way.. when love’s over.. when I play’..

Every creature seen that day.. as Tommy walked on his way.. filled with dream  laughter tears.. to pain screams.. love conquers fears.. best path found this sunny day.. man, it feels good to feel this way..

Today as I walked I saw the clouds challenging the sun in splendor.. Peace T.

©AC.19.5.12

Honorbound to Dream..

Crystal reflect spectrum splash boulders wet glitter flash sunlight silent warms me as a glove..

Just So..

River flows deep it knows song grows easy sense..

unlike ‘English’ where few words rhyme with love..

Thieves hide in bushes dreamed scene as children laugh at thieves vision as stand naked so.. I can but imagine.. not for very long..

of thieves.. their dreams..the nothing it will grow..

Away from canyons natural thoughts turn my head everywhere from every living thing.. felt love care tells us.. news page violent said.. blood sucking thoughts..

intent to fuss..

Small to large a landing barge of lies invasion bound.. into minds tools to learn for true.. expand to hollow large pre-schools and  the pound..

senses bend though nothing said to you..

Cannot judge.. but cannot fudge what I know is real.. what love tendered art.. what reeks of lies.. world stuck we must change from violent anger grudge..

North Irish woman waits alone she cries..

‘where is bonnie Johnnie went down Belfast way.. sister left Romance bound.. fear the worst.. looking for centuries old no answer for this pain around..

only thing they do not have is thirst’..

drunk with power drunk with cause they sing songs written when  heaven came to all who confess.. no one has a license.. to corrupt young men..

natural drives blocked may make a mess..

power from a dark horse place history marked so.. Black Irish in me knows how it rolls.. hours mark a course faceless mystery unknown..

stories of dark spirits.. light and souls..

Leaves fall with weight of seed.. River ‘tween moss banks.. green blue Mother Nature always calls.. does she grieve or abate with nothing lying deeds..

busy she prepares as summer falls..

Sunny this Sunday morning.. flowers are blooming.. roses as large as any I have seen.. beauty has no posture beyond nature.. Peace T.

©AC.6.5.12.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././    

It was Just last Year..

Wind don't blow as cold when there is shelter waiting.. avoid the crowd.. head home I guess..

‘Mama mama listen’.. she said.. was her voice not clear?.. so long  gone when I got on..

did I lead it here?..

Mama turned looked around.. at the home she built.. with my dad her husband.. guilty act.. to each a  family love wilts.. lay their love in private boxes..  hidden from the stares.. my friends were fun.. no hurtful judging is what led me there..  

‘You saying they would lie?.. say that got it wrong.. what about the pictures you lovin’ to a song?.. they are just looking out.. I cannot be there.. cops have no stake I must believe..  must believe they care’..

Mama sank into thoughts of society.. how they make the rules.. for  fools protecting  you and  me.. bonus is the onus.. transfer of the blame.. professionals can take it.. they are all the same.. secure how her thoughts were read by those who cannot see.. anything beyond the house of cards she built for free..

Looked at  her willful daughter.. look how father works.. look inside your mind mama before counting  perks..         

‘Exactly’ said the daughter.. knowing she had lost.. mother will be close again.. but  now sees such a cost.. last year life was my love with Eddie.. this year love with Bill.. where I was.. what was cool is where I sought my thrills.. now I have no one to blame.. no God to call my own.. no one to take all my fears and promise heavens throne.. 

just me and my hormones.. where primal things lurk.. lies do nothing  here.. just wail in crying salt tear water works.. spoke few words when younger.. did mom just forget.. like playing a horse or two.. losing a big bet.. 

Grandma said in long gone years.. know she never lied.. she said to love is be loved.. lonely love that died.. though we share everything.. nothing here is free.. you child cannot escape what is you what  me.. 

sure you were a youngster  mom.. know you have the score.. know love not bought or sold.. aint no kind of whore.. when nana was dying.. mortal life came home.. something somewhere flying.. her love is in each poem..  

now to speak with family.. especially mom.. have some fool come here with papers clutched in a sweaty palm.. push for information.. likely they will drop.. charges known to me as them.. does it ever stop?..

Social rules are difficult.. for teens usually more so..  there are a great many smart folks in the world.. we all start out sharing.. loving.. if I were smart enough to make rules.. I would not unless I could offer pertinent resolve.. pertinent to what?  The perp who many times is the first.. and oft-times the last victim of their anger..  Peace T.

©AC.29.4.12.arr././