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.

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Blue Saturday Sun..

Work for money, was one rollin’ son..lookin for Mary..yeah, she’s the one..Been twenty

When a young man..my dream lover..:-)..

cities..seen until stale..10 more or so..I went and jumped bail..

Warm with woman each night..yeah, each night I can. my heart is looking for Mary..can’t be your long time man..

Some sing blues song in anger..vengeance, say  ‘you will see’..when you are gone..I just will think on..time pawned by you just with me..

Mary speaks soft gentle..sings soft warm..dances jazz..she came around..wasted no time..no lies, future in razzmataz..

Travel young came cause I needed..each day sense new to feel..Dixon, Hooker, Otis, Cooke  and the rest..

understand blues beauty real..

Always life found me a dancer..act well deliver a thought..woman is a pony prancer..I proud to announce I’m Caught..:-)

Blues..Ch. G-Emin:

The Search Engines keep taking my name..then I wind up with a bunch of award files and pics from Zemanta..so now it is..Peace T @ CFTD

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Stage Front

 

Has anything changed..

Dreams beauty given reason purpose in a past..filled with silly, dilly dally things most never last..aspire to easy..honor lost in lies..hold! 

Listen for quiet, though wind is icy cold..

I hear bleating lambs cry..’Genius’ things to come..may cheat fate he masturbates attempts to change the sum..mind wanders through math, formulae invented or a ruse..either way it pays his bill..

good social excuse..

Many who lived gift of life eons past for cash..hill of good  is dwarfed by huge Mounts of useless trash..

pre-Socratic up to static frequency and beat..meter carefully counts weight of fat consuming meat..

Let me be a person caring..be remembered kind..

When one sees my meaning..what I left behind..

‘One Kind of Favor I Ask of You’..B.Dylan..Peace Tony

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Passengers

Rolls up early morning sunrise crisp and cool..picks up folks speak stories, jokes, as off to work or

Very Public Transportation

school..Gossip some true story ‘Billie’ behind the bar..with Mick, one who split with Millie, rockin’ his old car..accident on Espola Rd,  a mile road race..no one hurt, spun round ten times, shoulda seen his face..tidbits about layoff, down obsolete plant, there are those make money, when assembly can’t..sixty-five or more souls bus 5 of seven days..fill time with stories of joys or crimes they see and say..story may be rumor..story may be true..the only feeling is how its heard by you..some are soda cracker freaks, others live on fudge..but in times of quiet eyes, heavy as they judge.. new high schooler last on the  run..divorcee. a new job..her life almost undone,.

live in comfort known,..fresh chance the new..comfort  moldy old..change warms a smile for you..

This sunny day..Peace Tony

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Rolling Out

Brothers past cutaways colors gypsy bound,.echo war, echo bible every human sound..North

PEELING A PEAR HE UNRAVELS DREAMS

wind blows one way..told another South..stories echo sensed there..passed sound from the mouth..’Did you hear what they fear in S. Dakota hills?..native got that spirit..’cause they got the will’…respect calls, I listen..feel pull from my soul..way I been..new way to be..’bout the way I roll..

Hot day W. L.A. way..woman Muslim wrapped..her eyes, way she moves..defends her man-made trap..then another pretty young feels free in her way..she cries alone..remembers something on Father’s Day..hose is on sprinkle lawn..white fence wood picket..children laugh play under sun..hope there ain’t a ticket..free smile on young faces..worth cost of that law..in times of desperation..remember smiles I saw..

When a child young, half wild..freedom was a friend..games of pioneer times..true blue ’till the end..got a little older..world, a keg to tap..dreams of home, woman a child sits her lap..how each person put forth what was in their soul..react to what is rule called fact..or true the way they roll..paper routes..games, fights, shouts  what to believe..confusion lends uneeded bends..make folks lie deceive..

When a child happy half wild..freedom my best friend..no perks should confuse what works..to be a child again..true blue until the end.. 

With such freedom from childhood a world survives..Peace Tony

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Ambassador Baby

Born unique wonder clear light his mark..into world confused light one special

QUIET SO WE CAN HEAR OUR REASON

dark..innocent eye looks..ever wonder why..soldiers, crime. .hate  stops when one hears babies cry..

Mother gives child older  now fun  brand new red ball..child waits to share in play when friends come to call..harm not in reason..only peace at play..clear love childhood season..should last through each life’s day.. 

Politicians listen then start taking votes..weapons builders, engineers frantically take notes..sky smiles clouds laugh then weep rain history a test..when newborn heard..love the word  nature at its best..

In shadow man sits behind a still..drinks each day what he can take..a drunkard name of Will..hears child cry brings memory of life long time past..not money, memory where his love was cast..

In each day, every second baby sounds his cry..thousand times cries world round perfect to the sky..world knows beauty any heart..heard  by one by all..love again finds reason..a harmless baby calls..

The cry of a child can stop an army..for a child is unaffected thus blessed..Peace Tony

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Leaves to Eat

 

Beauty in Each Step

Mountainside to sit, white cloud sky above..green around rabbit nibbles grass..distant show snowcap peak reflects unknown..light will shift image will pass..brothers unknown to me..others touch life..travel gave thrill story said..millions peaceful love..flowers, Harley ride..all love in heart, artistic head..

Was it fornight ago..or eons past..felt true unto land of nod..spoken poets reach outstrech love soul grand..cannot pass task to unknown Gods..soldiers in purpose..given by kings..prince inbred told ‘born to lead’..meet beauty wonderlove give up everything..for peasant girl to marry, breed..

Fellow inside me..you know him well..his brother lives inside each one..bellows of free..rides carriage to hell..wrong road can keep him from the sun..gentle blue tears of blood..run down a face..maid hides in corner alley dark..bent on his fears love tramples mud..song left with love alone and stark..

Sense render reason..simple you know..brings peaceful reason to my trail.. love understanding.. with me where I go..love blows with force of a gale..down off the mountain..left for the next..walk down to valley dreams and sight..brook waters glisten fountain sunlight mixed..girl waits in alley needs that light..

Each a candle..for any dark..Peace Tony

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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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I Thank You George..This Sunday

Minglemind

Memory came felt not as a dream..deja vu felt deep true reflect tiny moonbeams..time not

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noticed just that life images atwirl..Forest path,  knights known, my perfect wondergirl..though deep in wild woods behind thickets in earnest we spoke..enhanced thoughts, quiet words, true no social yoke..words that questioned power..words of energy..how good travels, from which action..things to sense and see..

When young lacked awareness what soul to action meant..discipline missed was result the same with action spent?  Careful now watchword true..felt for everyone..young years saw same things..when young is done fun in the due..

Years pass quietly unnoticed seconds may stand out..what relates fate to my mate, whispers about shout..four centuries gone some history to names..who in their time disguised each crime..with laws..a social game..

Next year will be different..why not the next day..why not every second filled with love..sent off each way..felt by rabbits, humans, birds, cattle, waves, good rocks..to help the child tenement bound cuffed with social locks..

Change will come in realization..when folks stop looking for someone to blame..Peace Tony

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