Dogdown Alley Blues

 

Blessed to shine..

How you doing old friend.. been quite awhile.. heartaches.. love and music.. years tossed in a pile..

Another day is passing.. second at a time.. thank you kindly woman.. for this life of mine..

Swam Red Mountain River.. drank some for a tale.. gotta watch my liver.. drink when life is stale..

Rode a smokestack image to borders of all thought.. beyond the scene around us.. beyond anything taught..

From deep inside me.. out or in to space.. innocent youth knows it.. love upon each face..

Down hope mountain.. on the path to sunrise hill.. A child seeks love and nothing else.. his daddy runs a still..

Smiles on yellow daisies looking at the sun.. flower styles of women pony prancing.. nighttime fun..

Long speeches from long-winded.. politics drag down.. truth sold for money.. got a special in this town..

Spanish Harlem got some dancers.. all around the hat.. heard one dance celebrates head inside is fat…

Bronx has bikers wild.. library of congress.. where all facts are filed.. obsessed are immutable… denying how they feel.. Clarabelle exemplifies at ‘Let’s make a Deal’..

Pretty woman so alone her sighs turn to moans.. in need she touches herself.. skin upon the bone.. 

Child dreams are care for others.. dreams so filled with love..calls a rain before the storm.. gulls inland screech above..

Every summer watches.. as glisten comes to fall.. leaves had days of color..  wind whistles through stone halls..

Sense of coyote mother.. cougar drowsy full.. see a child passing.. feel his loving pull.. simple ways are gentle.. stronger than a bull.. 

Pick a star on white cloud nights on black velvet blues.. you are a sight proud so right.. sing songs about your news.. 

Pictures seen in image of each electric mind.. simple to confusion.. back to simple.. back to kind..

Where you are way you been man it’s getting late.. past is far behind us friend.. each second brings our fate..

Thought for this day.. I believe if I ignored simple embellishment.. and outright lies.. whole chapters would be missing from the book read  each day.. Peace Tony

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Tragedy Corrupted

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Workers all along East Coast keeping pipelines clear.. light at night.. water always.. never have a fear..

Some maintain some use brains.. paid for what they know.. curious a storm like Sandra makes them stop the show..

‘Tragedy Corrupted’ yup they made it worse.. ‘get that paycheck.. then get stoned’ is their universe.. in money diverted.. theft of money dear.. paid in faith to keep lights on.. with water running here..

No one I have spoken with.. nor by me ever known.. paid tax for utilities.. roads to places roamed.. likes what clearly happened.. such storms are endured well.. in places where most folks care.. why things failed or fell..

No one noticed or would speak of tricksters in their crime.. taking home what makes things safe.. collecting  overtime.. toast the honest workers.. kudos and a tear.. for your work belittled..

When the storm got here..

Thought for days.. I have living experience in places where ‘tropical storms‘ and typhoons.. (hurricanes in another geographical location).. had their season of 4 to six months a year..

I would not have believed this possible on the U.S. East Coast.. had it not happened..

Corruption has a huge cost.. for many.. just the satisfaction of doing a good job should motivate one.. few join civil service.. or utilities to get wealthy.. it is steady.. with good benefits..

When folks are protected it should not be after a disaster that could have been avoided..

The slides reflect in pictures the heartache of many.. Peace Tony

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Want to stay Around

 

New York born happy me.. remember crisp cold memory will last me all my time.. curious dance forward with a smile.. bravely singing  lyric from a movie rhyme..

I remember Mother with my Nana.. packing goods for those with naught to eat.. enemy is hunger of my brothers.. greed is something each one must defeat..

I was warm nights in cold New York City, lucky I know but luck ain’t a sin.. poor  kids orphaned parents left.. ones who had to go.. lucky lucky me.. I know.. I know..

Know the images of needy all across our world.. would not spread that pain you got your own..

Folks who’s only dream is health and clear air to breath.. we can make it.. know it to my bones,.

Thought for this day.. When one makes daily attacks on mental health I do not think they are testing scientific process as say, a theologian testing religious premise, rather I believe he is probably nuts.. Peace Tony 

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Town of Maybewas

Writers recorded well New York in history, through winter clocks no wool sox

As Chet Atkins, the great guitar player. found latin rhythms to learn in the jungles of South America, (what Mr. Atkins did is an interesting story of exchange in culture through art) here, now, we have a chance to record truth and help to avoid our past mistakes.

what happened came to be..

Less truth than age circles growing in a tree..less what was by who for true..report by wannabe..

Never learn it seems through years cities, veld hills range..true exchanges with a sky scribe sees writes to read not change..what he in faith passes..to wisdom of the court..who lays with the queen..to the king reports..’Sire word has come from buddhist priest from Cathay..thanks you for the shooting star and rain you sent their way..sister of your first cousin has something on her mind..jealous of her sister sire..best to treat her kind’..descended from god himself brother to Christ child..king thinks duty of inbreed..plus that girl is wild..

Not much really changes..mammals that we are..we can speak ourselves to sleep..hypnotize a star..waiting for your sweetest love..what you can create..with honor felt inside your heart..your love presents to fate..

Dare you look back down your path would it melt to smear..every color known sound light happiness and fear..seconds come must meet the sum..of long tooth or peach fuzz..name of all towns histories is ‘Town of Maybewas’..

Wonder love to the first of you who helps a lost life..Peace T@cftd

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Possesses Me

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Beauty celebrates living young years dog with me..when he died wept tears damn near could not see..playing games only we knew..in a special time..memory good memory try sharing with a rhyme..teen time sung along to Folks singers..Elvis and Blind Ray..know I felt just what they felt..what they had to say..Images put to words..deep in heart and mind..love done said true love..around..so hard to find..

Had possessions pretty, expensive  lot of gold..take time to tend keep up mend..lest they rust and mold..travels short full of life adventure feeling strong..bored in war..Asia time..deadly journey long..thousand hours spent in song..probably lot more..song feeeling deliver..words in mind were stored..songs of hot passion, women..songs of freezing cold..song for lifetime there my friend..a song won’t every mold..

Sixties minstrels sung of love..Dylan eyesight passed..native brought to center stage..light on evil cast..messages from ocean deep..flow brought from sky stars..love, channel that energy..to Quebec, New York, Mars..Feel confusion hit some folks..stumble on their words..exploit evil social yokes..don’t need to be heard..pass for true soul timid..pass it strong or brash..find purpose in kindness..anything but cash..

Evil can do nothing to those who love..who offer truth..for evil walks a different path..a false, plastic delusion..unnoticed by those who care..Peace Tony

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Sun Love Minutes

Not secret,  better than closet dark..Who you are what you give take it to love park..naked

Forever love you..more than all the skies..

feelings like before when just a child..passion high for kites and toys pretty women wild..each becomes an artist true.. dressed for what they give..passing what created fate offered for their live..said before it beckons..calls to inner soul..unfettered your best seconds..perfect for your role..

Will love come to you child?  Chances are it will.  Senses high will beguile you..do not miss the thrill..may be just song given..could be in a glance..love captured by move song groove..or line from underpants..aware makes your true love..no doubt to your name..nothing worth more in good feel..never game or shame..

Romantic old West story?..years do not change much..story written, sold some books..different in  life touch..still remember Jesse James..Ringo and Wild Bill..bold as told when all where young..told the same way still..did they say it as it was?..was there love and dance?..like all young before and after..to love’s game of chance..

When guided by passion..each maid and each buck..vision will predict candle wick and luck..makes young go ‘over yon hill’..down that unknown road..to save, love, build until grave.. love share in life’s load..calm, sure is the feeling..make your true love right..in each day of Sun Love Minutes..lighting each love night..

Good felt in shades of life..mistakes that broke my heart..would not trade a whit or scene..this time..back to the start..Peace Tony

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Modern City Jewboy

Shmagaglstein drank schnapps then wine with friends from his school..got it from Father’s

As the sun rises..window lights wink out..folks rise to meet a new day..

Podium for Rabbi Stool..father sat on it when telling Book of Esther..there in the ‘Whole Magilla’..while homeland anger festers..’Little Shamog’ doped in a fog is a little fagan..he needs money so he can marry and have kids with Magen..pretty girl grew up young a Navy man named Gordy..Shipped out then left Magan who at fifteen pushes forty..

‘Little Shma’ so called by Pa burns both ends to be good..a candle please Pa religion and the neighborhood..makes good money carrying a ‘don’t look in it sack’..learning every day that to be cool is to be black..has a friend he knew before becoming grown..they went from five through twelve neither left alone..together braving things..sharing candy, cakes and toys..to learn how to earn respect as city Jewboys..

One day pushing thirty feeling social force..’Little Shma’ was sued by Magen wanting a divorce..his son claims to be an addict could be just a scam..sonny boy has eyes for sexy nurse at drug program..tax collectors claiming vector for the greater good..tax to pay protectors of big neighborhood..called a country..yes it is constitution honed..but when it comes to money tax collectors take dog bones..

Getting older now ‘Little Shma questions what’s near..trepedition of tradition only brought him fear..balance like the valance of the drapes Ma use to sew..or Sid Ceaser the Wheezer Pleaser in the ‘Show of Shows’..the sun is coming bright over clean air this city day..a miracle took all the planners and their plans away..to leave a time of clean love in a time of last chance view..and smiles given in wonder..by each Goy, Muslim and Jew..

No matter your color..no matter your name..no matter religion..you have in life game..each with a wonderlove..each with a gift..it takes love to find it..time sands makes love shift..Peace Tony

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Poem for My Mother

Seems seconds gone know it was good years..long trying laughter crying..happiness in tears..early on life love dawn Mom made each choice..tried for true sunny or blue..

Then your man lent his voice..

Started in New York morning to this earth..told my Father grab the bag..hospital child birth..heard tell went the wrong way..rush! important! grab..’that is not the way’ dad screamed..

‘Turn around this cab’..

Morning in the muggy..labor in the heat..New York summer closing for September..screamed in pain near buggy..next day calm and neat..I was born..a story..

To remember..

Two days in this life given..held up close to Mom..window look..first time sun for me..down to sidewalk saw..Aunt Vera her son Bruce..my cousin who is a..

Brother that be

What has come and gone in life.. here recalled so well..each path crashed or correctly reckoned..live in look back for the forward love with my wife..thankful for each moment

For each second..

Now it is a Birthday yours..Mother thanks to you..for pain of birth and lessons lived in gleaning..idealistic sometimes idiot your son..is thankful for your birth love given

Meaning..

Saw times passing as a child easy back yard play..Pooh Rabbit carrot Lisa share..chased by malted in the sun as you and Dad looked on..storied love a lesson how to

Care

Stories to infinity..stories herald love..fear the eyes of age but know for true..time will pass in energy..as love shades turns a page..the best is known here..

For the Time of You..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOTHER..Love Tony

Always Tryin for Love..

BASEMENT MIND LOVE SO DEFINED

In story told or real deal things..dreams fairy tales wedding rings..diamonds love forever cast..no unhappy from a past..

dreams grand mayhap deluded..define okay say denuded..forest named for loving care..paths leading to thicket there..

Romeo and Juliette..fought too hard..fate was met..Bambi love of Mother field..mom came through love did not yield..

To uncaring hunter cruel..to the gun of a fool..

No genius need to see..love finds proof in tragedy..barefoot native..city shoes..the ever nasty rasty blues..BB King notes played aloof..tears of blood offered as proof..

Barroom small..pool tables hot..I am some kind of fair shot..down in Logan..shanty way..needed bread..go down to play..

Club car drinks..club car joker..ride the train..play gin and poker..got to win..win with a care..get back bread..

 spent on fare..

Every sit..every style..every hole..every pile..set on..or in the earth..love carried here..felt from birth..

Guess what learned all the while..start with love..start with a smile..hold it there hold it true..held for love..held for you..

Never flawed..not a game..always learning..love not blame..not expect..just loving way..love to make..this better day..

It will be the same..what remembered..lovin’ game..on my tombstone..by my name..Peace Tony

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Sparkling Grand the Dream

In 1863 they built in 1963 they remembered..now again we seek..

Traveled long flew by plane..experiment was with ‘wolfbane’..thought before and during ride..about lighting the darkest side..thoughts departing New York City..words no mercy..frozen, pity..tenements heat of steam..there beauty not in museum..young explore..tradition old..warm and talk..after the cold..couples love..stop and stare..break dancing Harlem Square..shake to feel..love by chance..lightning love..a wonder dance..

Clouds the ocean..high in sky..sun above rain spectrum cry..as it laughs..non sense absurd..life in moments sacred word..stewardess looking cute..short skirt raise ass type boot..shy in eye..pouty lip..makes for me..a better trip..next seat..girl kind of young..mystery look..in love stung..really now?..is it fact..or pretense to feel to act..no tears on her pretty cheek..distant I just cannot speak..

Cargo hold..down below..caskets of soldiers I know..back home..bury in the ground..tears and taps..a lonely sound..shake my head..again I’m caught..by useless war the useless thought..story glory..bravery..just battlefield..glad it aint me..up and down the aisle I look..each mind a story, feeling book..each a dream..a sacred bubble..seek a life without trouble..

Seek a world with no greed..where all are fed..no child to feed..seek people of the same race..any color..job or place..cabin fever world distress..face our own kind,..make a mess..like a dream..burlap makes lace..always better..as with space..milky way..each star so vast..seek positive..energy cast..no limit beauty..dream in mind.. l0ve to create..share and be kind..

Five minutes on a plane across the Atlantic..Peace Tony

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