No second To love..

We may speak.. or just stare into endless mirrors found in each others eyes.. we may sing.. dance to endless song of music played.. for no music.. no lyric can be played or sung in deceit..

Castle walls high eye to measure ten meters or more.. inside love food secure.. inside a thick oak door.. enemies created from minds unknown before.. who can think past wonderlove..

beauty to explore?..

Sitting on my favorite painted tile love song to sing.. listen fountain bubble bells earth sends underground spring.. under clouds reflecting sunlight rain sparkles in rift..

mother nature loves us.. witness this awesome gift..

Thunderstruck.. comet cupid gifts from gifted known.. music played command in practiced skill.. never alone.. love needs not atone..

for it is peace..

as peace is shown..

Here my home is peaceful.. called a ‘comfort zone’..

share or not from this plateau felt love melody.. magic thoughts of peaceful love far as I sense or see.. silent statues called Redwood Barranca to the West.. boulders witness quiet knowing..

held close to the vest..

Ponder others who may not think as me.. work for others.. yeah okay.. why unknowingly?.. gift is in your heartsong.. tempered by your thought.. gives love to another.. 

not what sold.. what bought..

Shakespeare in a different time wrote ‘world is a stage’.. beauty play does not say thought second in life’s page..

paint in search eternal unheard color love in song.. starlight reflect twinkle rocks in mountains solid strong.. play the songs of Gods goddesses.. entertain red Mars..

Peace in what you touch.. at peace with who you are..

Shan’t be easy never is ask woman of birth.. light and breezy later when peace is allowed on earth.. not a narcissistic alley.. in this solid cue,. it starts in your reflection,,

with these words ’I love you’..

Loathe as I am to change this poem I must say.. as with your song.. story or painting.. as in your home.. room or garden.. love known is a love easily shared.. Peace T.

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Travel Time Critique..

There are a great many artists.  One who seeks art, as with most things created, will find it.  As

Though explanations, as funny situations, defy explanation, our past is!..Today as I watch, listen I create..hoping always to put good in tomorrow..

with most things it is a road as long and serious as life itself if followed in honor and truth.  Today I watched a video on U-tube about a fellow who opens his display with a question.. ‘Where is the hidden artist?’  His answer involved view of angle.  His art I find of special interest. 

Using parts of ads he ‘creates’ a commercial display and camouflaged, a person or object is immersed in the display scene.  I cannot think of a more fitting social description of those lost in wants of advertising seen.. and so on.  

I am a second generation American.  I know from wanting things and money.  My studies have shown me that this ultimately will never work.  Reason?  Folks do things for money that go against their primal nature.  When they do this they do not lose their soul.. in my belief.. but they damn sure make it harder to find..

My second artistic journey is the popular 2005.. 4 book saga by Stephanie Meyer about werewolves and vampires.  I like this kind of thing.  It is an escape from the true horrors of this world.  In a momentary aside.. one of the werewolf legends came about very logically and sensibly.. during the great plagues that took towns, countries and on one occasion a third of the worlds populace.. left people.  Some of them became hungry, naked and unprepared.   Some followed the wolf packs and ate their scraps,

On to the books.  I found the first book.. ‘Twilight’ fun.. I did realize it was geared to a younger audience.  I found myself wishing at times Ms. Meyer would not have her characters rolling their eyes so much.  I further found it easy to predict.. I am reading ‘Eclipse’ now.. the second of four.. and am finding myself poring over predictable situations with no change here except a realized boredom. 

On the bright side the book is well received.  ‘USA Today’ said ‘Piles on the suspense and romance.’   At this point I would have stopped with ‘piles’.  If you enjoy light reading and have a ‘comfort zone’ in reading this is a fun book.  It does portray ‘honor’ as desirable, that is a plus in my read.  The emotions of a 16-year-old werewolf and a ’17-year-old’ vampire are done in excellent taste and bearing.  The concept of family and how important it is comes throughout my present reads of this work. 

Ms. Meyers has a website under her name.. the saga in four books made #1 in sales.  That alone has to be wonderful.  I predict Ms. Meyers, as with many other inventive, imaginative writers of grit and determination will expand her horizons. 

Personally.. I look forward to her artistic endeavors.  Peace T.

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Words and Thought

 

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(WORDS AND THOUGHT)                              

 

It’s hard to take action to

 

holding back

 

reaction

 

until the thought

 

is clear

 

to all that see

 

I sit with my few friends

 

hope  it never ends

 

Lord I work with tools

 

from somewhere else

 

when they are available to you

 

then all will know

 

they are selling tools 3 for 99 cent

 

just one poor boy

 

check his tool box

 

make sure my tool’s unbent                                                                                  

 

when they are visible for you

 

I’ll have gone to work

 

with tools only few see

 

but are there for everyone.

©4/09

 

 

 

 

Lying mouth..just you

Words you say on chosen days complement your style..traveled here traveled there..each day

Our dear countries' name sullied so..youth corrupted for money..life for greed..

many a mile..saw children without food..saw many women pine..hear your lying mouth old friend..like to snap your spine..Hurt them is the shirt you wear..signs proclaim deeds..that give you what you want and take..never mind their needs..saw manipulation..pawned, sold by the pound..Mary at the train station..yawned you came around..through your years through tears and fears do you have a clue?  awaken to forsaken embittered by just you..Other figments painted pigments round each social due..that take the best from East and West to compliment just you..Did you ever hear me lie?  Did I speak ‘forked tongue’..known you as a child my friend, since we were very young..now imperilled by the very heroes we adore..we have to speak the truth my friend..

We have to stop each war..

After watching a political speech on TV news..peace, love and perspective that grows well..Peace T@cftd

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Cyberwalk thru Winter

As winter comes to us in beauty..Peace  (pics National Geographic)

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Genius on the Walls

Yes! Child, the universe is not your dream, but your dream must meet it true,.

‘I read it, damn it’..Sitting there in someone else’s cheesy, overdone office.  This guy wanted me to admit out loud the undeniable fact that..Mick Jagger may be a genius..Jeee-sus F______ Christ allll F______Mighty.  (I thought a quiet apology to the Son of God’) ‘Okay’ I said..uttering the one word sans rancor..(may be now can we drop it?..’on to other things he said’, dramatically..dancing across his office to his secretary who did not have a clue..she did the office machines .she only got the boss..even in conversation..when some smelly paparazzi could not pick it up years or blocks down the road.  In other words when no person or bug could be around.  She had enough on her plate. 

‘Look man’, I said..sans rancor..whatever the ‘great man’ did for the movement I do not want a clog in my personal movements behind stress’.  Simple is great.  Foundation is what.  It is a simple formula.  ‘When an idiot wants to argue..as I have been told..do not do it..they will drag you to their level and win the argument..they are better at what they do..So you have place to go..a plateau where’…’All right!’ he said,  interrupting me.  ‘Do not do one of your famous monologues’.  ‘Can I do an infamous monologue?’..I asked, just to piss him off.  He left…then returned apparently remembering we were in his cheesy, modern office, rather than mine.  (mine was not ‘overdone’)

‘Look John’, I said..handing him a fatty..’we have to think this through’..he eyed the joint and said..’right’..after appropriate and felt laughter..we watered the old mental garden and started looking for an artistic inspiration we could make next months rent from..John was among my oldest friends..a good man.  We had been down roads together..the cosmic and the physical.  We had planned and traveled on dangerous roads.  We had shared unspoken pain.  I put my acoustic guitar in the case..got my harp holder and went out to the boardwalk..:-)to look at folks and think.  Each person a universe..one answer to all questions..each question once..

I walked breathing the ocean..the air..looked to the stormy clouds over the horizon..3 o’clock in the afternoon and life is..love is..it just comes back to one thing..even wounded..for I have been wounded..even in pain remembered..even in love lost..for I have endured these things!..still..I learn..every day..from each person.  People are wonderful.  They are born wonderful..with the knowledge of certain peace..it is a strong person who can endure the unknowing invasions of society..the control freaks..the greedy in fear..the greedy in evil..money could not corrupt if folks know themselves..for some..discipline is harder to attain..others overdo..I just want a world where the ‘Golden Rule’ is the first rule..without control..without jealousy..with love..

Peace T@cftd

 

©AC.4.12.11.arr././

Darkwing Savage

 

Baby tracked the blues..baby found the blues..missed you baby..

See young romantic..finding truth in tears..tales of honor from Medieval..Sherwood Forest..Robin Hood..wringing hands frantic..binding dark -rush to fears..love impaled for moment soulful best..all time ’til understood..

Long known romance found in ‘slumming’..just a way to reach heart and mind..there is a dance old babies are gumming..another day inner true to find..

Nothing can be seen in darkest shadow..hands wave before lest I hit a wall..there will be a light to guide me this show..I wonder why I left the light at all..

For in the darkest deepest fearful lonely..could not sleep afraid to tire..saw beauty saw more tears that only..glistened when my heart was bleeding fire..

One learns to experience things under the revealing light of one’s soul..Peace Tony

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Memorquest

Days frolic in sunshine love each day is best what you feel inside detours from

He wore a turban and said 'Abracadabra' and it happened..

harm..clouds may mark the distant sky rainbow stroke of color as the sun is rich air crisp and warm..care will nourish laughter, song heard from the free, free from others expecting with thought..before it is after..what you want to be..sisters brothers blend with what you’re taught..

Plan can be conspiricy..plan can be your art..plan means nothing to action of feel..old mind will remember all..new mind for the stage..what is passed in time show what is real..clear away control freaks..take that from my mind..leave me with the simple life I live..pelicans with long beaks..never doubt their kind..take what needed then to young they give..

If mankind could only admit they are a mammal..cruelty would lose another avenue condoned..Peace Tony

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Jimmy run Jimmy

If there ever was ever a story that showed some things most don’t see clearly well, Jimmy Rodgers was it.  In the beginning of his career he wrote and sang.  ‘Brakeman Jimmy’ sang songs of shiners, bootleggers and their adventures.  He sang of the robbers, he sang of the cops, he sang to the big time.  Story goes, one time in Chicago, a person from one of the ‘family people’ said ’Jimmy you don’t write songs you write hits, or you don’t write anymore’.  Guess he was making them fellas some money.  I remember I was in Jr. High School and heard he was beaten badly in a park for  something, no one seemed to know what.  This song is an old favorite done by many..Peace Tony

Comments Thank You

Hello, Yesterday I spent time answering what were most certainly good comments that were sent

A Smile Makes it Good

from folks.  Unfortunately I could not get them out.  I think they were blocked by some kind of security; not everyone uses a false email address.  I have, on occasion, received thousands of tweets, hundreds of thousands, on one, 2.5 million ‘likes’ on certain things posted from amnesty International and the ACLU. 

For those of you who commented, reviewed and expressed thanks I am now thanking you.  I route to everyplace I can and am surly available to millions of readers.  It seems to be growing and catching on.  I am thankful for this.  My message is primarily peace and human rights; so we may live as we may and can, with peace of mind, trust and love. 

Anyone who wants to comment directly can do so at cryinforthedyin.wordpress.com.  I will answer any credible comment and respond to reviews.  Obviously I will sell publication rights to my work.  I will not sell or surrender credit.  I am going to upgrade soon to a professional blog.  Doing this will not prevent access or reading of my work.   It, as far as now known, will be with WP. 

Again thank you for the heartfelt comments, thought out reviews and quick responses from academics/authors.  Peace Tony