Graawnd ol’ Fun..

Went across without a loss historic waterways.. aqua-folks ride fish with spokes..

THEY SHOOK WITH GREAT EXPRESSION OF SINCERITY.. UNFORTUNATELY THEIR HEARTS AND MINDS WERE NOT IN ATTENDANCE..

acting sitcom plays..

Midget raised his middle digit then signed for a tour.. of those who care enough to help the sick.. downtrodden poor..

Love will spark a dullard.. put a virgin in the sack.. shame mouthy hatreds that politically attack..

Have you the eyesight.. courage.. care to explore.. folks in worlds not known to you.. used badly in a war?!..

Every corner ever turned.. each grain of sand I’ve seen.. as time on this earth gives rain.. sunshine.. trees so green..

Makes thanks for the gift of living.. for a world to share.. thanks for love to give.. a heart and mind with will to care..

Thank you living for your teaching.. writers for your craft.. thank you for a sane foundation when the world goes ‘daft’..

Dance today my only way.. on my only trail.. chance you may find love.. make haste our ship is setting sail..

To another day.. another hour.. minutes flash.. reckon with each second.. gentle curtains.. velvet sash..

Thought.. ‘they all knew the danger.. for no reason.. answering when questioned.. with a pile of excuses.. and false pride in prior actions.. much as.. I believe.. George A. Custer General U.S. Army would have spoken in justification had he survived his stupidity.. Peace Tony

©AC.22.5.13.arr././

Living Good..

 

‘BLEND IN ROBIN..
‘YOU KNOW IT BATMAN’..
Picture from Inet

Passion comes heat strikes steel.. things slip from my mind.. crashing through blank pages fill his book.. of the cool inebriate deluded so in kind.. has nothing dreams of nothing trips he took..

Yours is yours.. as mine is mine.. ain’t we living good?..

comes to light as baboons laugh primate brothers all..

at

‘The House of City Primate Wood’

Come raise a glass to celebrate.. yes we won the race.. machines carry weight unknown before.. 

on my knees.. how e’er you please.. bring love to parent peace.. a cause of family.. an open door.. 

Thought.. ‘Once in a while something happens that validates a philosophy I have written or learned.. though I have said it before..

it always astounds me when my faith in those philosophies is rewarded.. I have never broken faith.. I have been tested.. Peace Tony

©AC.21.5.13.arr././

Dream you Inviolate..

 

‘As we speak others bark ‘madness’ for that is who they are’..

Written down.. each laugh and frown.. folks take a part.. of a thing admired.. felt well in the heart.. blue sky been that way.. long as I could see.. yellow sun.. a laugh in fun..

easy good and free..

in the secret of secrets behind gates and doors.. papers hidden.. minds are bidden bought out by the score.. time goes by for every living thing under the sky.. with money the object..

only some apply..

for example.. just to sample how cold it can be.. a penguin and a polar bear sang in middle C.. all about the trade of life and gold across our land.. the air is brown.. ozone gone..

as oil burned it’s brand..

legal types.. old school or ripe in young energy speak.. about some new old money law for new fashion freaks.. green trees go through changes.. red lava burns new trails.. advertises every day

our star that never fails.. 

I see others see me passing through our time.. care is fair.. share is modest.. cruelty a crime.. change gonna come my brothers sisters you know it well.. each miss and each mister..

your own heaven your own hell..

drink a glass of laughter.. to wash down your latest dream.. not a doubt.. not one second lost you gather steam.. friendly love for living.. yet one must move on.. keeping with your easy love.. for an easy dawn..

Thought.. ‘The importance of clarity comes to me in meditation.. as I admire ‘easy’ and my ‘comfort zone’.. it reminds me of ‘one job well done.. being worth more than any number of things done poorly’..

‘for all the panoply and cruel implement of the Nazis in Germany.. the horror of concentration camps.. sexual usury.. those monstrous insanities did not change one mind.. nor bury any faith.. rather.. as any child knows.. they strengthened that resolve to be free in mind and choice.. 

Peace Tony

©AC.20.5.13.arr././

Softly good.. you Good life..

 

RESTING WITH DREAMS.. CAPTURED BY A PAINTER IN ABOUT 1485

Storms have formed a passage to a sunny quiet place.. birdsong.. breeze the only sound.. peace inside my face..

Every look tells ‘I know you’.. sense a living eye.. tells me trillion words.. in ‘easy flow’.. when useless dies..

Hear the pimp.. procure a gimp.. those who explore ‘want’.. come in drunken splendor to enhance the mother hunt..

On the edge of meadow space an owl rides a buck.. picture sky joined by a doe two fawns.. a fox and ducks..

Their eyes follow curious.. their way just peace to find.. I perform my soul-game.. let my art slowly unwind..

Day comes in a wonder.. what will I do today?.. will I meet another with music to share and play?..

Weary when the sunset comes.. sundown evening warm.. rest me weary good mind.. carry love to the next storm..

Dream caress away floats stress.. peace comes to my heart.. my mind agrees as peace it sees.. confusion flies apart..

Thought.. ‘in those sixties times.. walking with good friends of yesteryear.. knowing and believing words like ‘free’ and ‘equal’.. we could find no conflict to predict on that peaceful path.. it takes time.. now a black president in a culture where some.. either consciously or without knowledge.. are motivated by ‘race’..

on the other side of that equation are the young.. (share my joy).. and sense of accomplishment after decades of work and purpose.. dedication that was all-consuming for some.. watching those who ignore the needs of ‘living rights’  ignored in guilt and avarice..

watching television I saw speaking.. with no indication of prompts.. pressure or script..

13 children in ten groups.. they defined ‘race’ as a speed contest.. only two asked if it had to do with ‘nationality’.. and all the years came to one second.. the one that says..

‘it is done.. it is working’..

Peace Tony

©AC.18.5.13.arr././

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././

Cinco de Mayo.. arriba!

All are welcome.. FIESTA.. CINCO DE MAYO..

Such good feeling hey Ole folks free dance in joy to say.. Fiesta.. bueno.. strong in song.. ‘we are free.. come dance along’..

Attended by feather species.. look the ‘Social Finch’.. discusses religion with ‘King Greed of Christmas Grinch’.. they speak celebration.. tragedy of war.. refugees.. immigrants.. how to use the poor..

in forest valley mountain rivers  flow.. deep in clear water.. where love always grows.. no lies are spoken down deep it is real..

honor speaks their culture.. for children strong to feel..

Fill me a glass as I pass.. Stay sane in that good time.. sing it.. dance bring chance of love..rhythm sung in rhyme..

Look above white clouds high sky.. hear free flying geese.. smile down to know those free ones.. long ago released..

Cinco de Mayo tells us.. of freedom for each child.. free is peace this holiday.. natural born as wild..

Thought.. ‘First.. HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO..  freedom is special in life.. those who remembered the last slaver that the next cannot be… those who fought to bring freedom and the worth of life to light.. are honored in this house.. as those who celebrate today that the ‘freedom lasts’ are honored..

I know to end any desire for war each of us must find ways to make peace engaging.. interesting. 

War is fostered and given thrust by boredom.  Along with mountains of neat ‘toys’.. promised excitement and purpose those with a wartime agenda hang out for our young folks..

we all must understand.. self-indulgence.. no matter how excused.. abandons life for what is essentially a thrill in the worst waste of resource.. life.. and sanity.. war gives birth to stillborn for untold profits.. in tragedy they dwell on it.. sell it..

I respect the sacrifices of those who died for freedoms we have.. there need not be further sacrifice..

in Mexico.. I remember the peace of the Durango Mountains.. the town of  Sinaloa.. the joy.. the stars.. 

I would love to see that peaceful way realized by all those who now rebel in senseless ways to corrupt.. to subjugate their own with threats or horrible violence.. I would love to be able to give you freedom.. far from society.. away from useless fear.. as your sweet free soul climbs back into its skin..

Peace Tony

©AC.5.5.13.arr././