CLOSE GITMO.. A CALL FROM A.I.

 

	A window of hope?: Help close Guantanamo
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Nature singing Hope..

 

BLOW STORM!  SING LOVE.. FOR WE ARE BORN OF ONE UNIVERSE!

 

 

This optimist will not resist.. consisting of a view.. since a child.. loving.. wild.. magic dream friends flew..

Flowers with a pollen song.. birds answer their voice.. clouds laugh thunder to a rainbow.. colors wind a choice..

In the lee waiting winds en-route here from afar.. storm or white clouds sunny.. warm as a pulsing star..

Overwhelmed I lashed the helm.. my compass points to land.. wanderlust to wonder.. a care to understand..

Describe each tribe?.. just listen learn.. their story told to me.. who they are.. what dream in heart..  to get along.. be free..

A love story forever.. nothing to contrive.. my love flows in hope you see.. to keep all life alive..

Thought.. ‘I think therefore I am‘.. Descartes  ‘Show me a hero I will write you a tragedy.. F. Scott Fitzgerald.. as your senses tell you.. your youth begs.. as passion speaks for love.. peaceful love is strength for another journey.. thus my feeling for love.. Peace Tony

©AC.2.5.13.arr././

Mama Come Quiet..

The Nuptials of Cupid and Psyche (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Saw it on the TV.. seen it in real life.. where marrying Tom says ‘who objects?’..

mama like a hen.. remembers child when eyes were clear..

Dad says ‘years ago.. before sex’..

Young woman is standing handing advice to her friends.. every shape and size of dream in white.. imagination glistens in young dreaming eyes.. images of brides and wedding nights..

Friends play ’til single ends.. lions in their den.. passion wins again.. life needs rain.. young love with a smile.. now and all the while.. love shows the way.. as wood goes with the grain.. 

Dancing with the bride Father glows his smile is wide.. will they have sons?.. a ‘namesake’ cool..

Best be in this moment.. feeling for your little girl.. no time for ol’ dad to act a fool..

Wedding day is winding down.. voices quiet.. laughs.. all thanks for gifts in love exchanged..

Here it comes.. it always does.. a distant relative.. tells with example how diapers were changed..

Mother next time someone known to you has a child.. who is planning nuptials in June.. take a lesson from the parents.. good.. bad tame or wild.. betrothed in teasing..

baby brother moons..

If you have a gift for relatives soon to be wed.. if you knew them when they were first-born..

Those family stories.. where everybody laughed.. guess they are a brand of family ‘corn’ 

Restrain yourself leave on the shelf those front-off times so passed.. futures begin for a groom and bride..

Heart and brain.. sun or rain.. a lovers’ peace that lasts.. love with respect flows forward like a tide..

Thought.. ‘For all I have learned.. for all the promise found in poetry and music.. my thanks is most for the love of my Woman.. as I am her man.. there is so much.. she is a universe.. that shows me’.. Peace Tony

©AC.23.4.13.arr././

Fertilizer terror

I can visualize them planning.. over peat moss stew.. what they eat.. who they are how do they look to you?

A RARE PHOTO OF A FAMILY GATHERING.. English: Forest fertilizer bags at Hillatie in Juorkuna, Utajärvi, Finland (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What you are is what you eat.. then a genetic flea.. can metaphor family blood.. hung from the dingus tree.. 

Destruction is just that.. no excuse or cause.. must be done by someone with a thumb.. no one with paws..

would be so irrational.. attacking life and kind.. I guess ol’ fertilizer has just that on their mind..

I can see them walking.. speaking quietly of wrong.. pay me a commission.. they can use this lyric song..

Want to be on networks.. TV PC.. smart phones.. those in tune alone.. will speak of me.. I will be known.. By those who got personal.. cause I ranked the boss.. who cares if I hurt feelings.. big news to credit cost.. so bankers hide behind concrete.. pigs stay in your pen.. cause ‘Fertilizer terror’ is comin’ round again..

Some say shit monsters have a cause.. confused though they be.. tune your noses.. keep your roses fertilizer free..

history will tell you love.. beyond what you crave.. ‘fertilizer terrorists’ put children in their grave..

Do not believe terror types when they say ‘purpose just’.. I can help by pointing to example that they trust..

will not satisfy a heart.. make self-indulgence right..

A scared bag of manure.. always puts dark over light..

Thought.. ‘Pounding a seemingly endless nail.. with a good.. sensible hammer.. looking for some sense behind the inertia of criminal war.. and never finding it..

I find time and again.. education stimulates the mind.. the mind dreams for the heart.. let us lose anything but constructive purpose.. let us put fear in perspective.. let us be free’..

Peace Tony

©AC.18.4.13.arr././

Angry poison..

To know peace is to wonder.. Why is the sickness of war not finding cure?
Are attackers infected beyond common sense?
Are they mentally damaged?

Feeling comes confused.. sick.. times when treated as a trick.. fiery anger.. no relief.. resolve resolve.. to not spread grief..

Inside deep.. old anger spurts.. heart beats hard.. frustrated.. hurts.. their avarice.. spoken lies.. from snouted fools.. came from their sty..

Poems of love.. every sense.. every loved one.. gate or fence.. every art.. played in good tunes.. to understand.. forget old wounds..

Like a fire.. crashing flood.. burns like poison in my blood.. truth is real.. my written tome.. my words are love..

I bring them home..

When I cannot forgive.. mad liars.. to let them live.. poison blood.. anger eye.. image thoughts.. where bullets fly..

Write of beauty.. play my song.. find example.. love is strong.. songs from childhood.. star-time thought.. saw the lie. how it was brought..

Oil to water.. love to hate.. image soul.. create to fate.. angry lie.. sits with my youth.. teaches me.. to love in truth..

Thought.. ‘I know to embellish wrong in redundant vengeance is to embellish a negative act..

I believe in the sanctity of a peaceful mind.. I believe it is wrong to bring confusion..

No matter how one sits their ‘reality’.. ‘a lie remains nothing.. as the truth remains’… Peace Tony

©AC.12.4.13.arr././

Storytime Walking..

 

Blue sky colors joy today.. warm and brisk a day to play.. in my mind I got a song.. corny.. sometimes sing along..

‘Hello’ to the passing girl.. hello to her dog.. hello to embittered.. thoughtful.. somewhere in a fog.. hello to the baby stroller.. occupant and mom.. hello anxious.. hello pretty..

Laughing.. upturned palms..

I danced a lick.. something learned.. music suits the air.. in such a day I long to play music somewhere..

Watching parrots in formation.. I walk with a smile.. I saw folks look straight ahead.. ‘robotic‘ software files.. 

Worldwide things can cause a mood.. sad or dance in glory.. when I walk the treetops.. I feel.. to create story..

Love you all.. your dogs and cats.. feeling of the day.. my ‘Storytime Walking’.. a thoughtful act in play..

Thought.. ‘A smile.. a song.. a care.. a kind word is what I give.. how it is received is another matter.. still.. the ‘variables’ found in ‘real time’ do not wash me to oblivion.. rather they strengthen my foundation’.. Peace Tony

©AC.10.4.13.arr././

Dylan on the Rise..

FROM THE BEGINNING.. English: Civil Rights March on Washington, D.C. closeup view of vocalists Joan Baez and Bob Dylan., 08/28/1963 Español: Bob Dylan con Joan Baez en la Marcha por los Derechos Civiles en Washington, D.C. (1963) Italiano: Joan Baez e Bob Dylan durante la marcia per i diritti civili a Washington, 28 agosto 1963 Polski: Bob Dylan i Joan Baez w 1963 Deutsch: Joan Baez und Bob Dylan beim Marsch auf Washington am 28. August 1963 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Bob runs tales his song true.. songs of conscience.. failure.. due..

young heartbeat.. young in life.. he came to see.. his past.. as P.  Simon’s ‘Boxer‘.. sought promises men cast..

passion ‘crashing through’ love not far behind.. seekers watched and listened.. as the poet came to find..

good questions answered.. felt in heart.. and mind..

passing through the social crew.. damage and the good..

he writes to this day.. songs to say his love deep understood..

Feeling.. ‘Bob Dylan so wonderful to listen to.. learn from.. writes words and story for so many..

I will never forget the young man who meant much to me.. to many.. worldwide‘.. Peace Tony

©AC.9.4.13.arr././

DEATH comes…

 

As we spoke he entertained me with many images..

Jolly lost in folly riding trolleys to the duel.. flowers beautiful in purpose one of natures jewels..

mind has to wonder when I lose a friend.. death comes to this gift of life.. life does not come again.. wondering since a child fairy tales don’t say.. anything beyond a writers dream.. set in a play..

Shakespeare.. King.. ‘Lord of Rings’.. words of hope and joy.. when sun shines.. rain.. ocean brine.. perspective comes to toys..

Set out on a quest best to test what we can do.. what is story.. what is fate.. what must be true.. one day when grays.. media says where cast aside..

Death was sitting next to me.. took hold of my pride..

told me he was around before rose on the dew.. told me without malice.. ’round here long time before you’.. said what he had seen through eons passed without count.. watched T Rex.. all kinds of sex.. The Sermon on the Mount’..

said he knew not his origin.. never judged a blame.. said this gift of life always ends the same.. 

‘I come as Death when summoned.. every life.. species and breed.. every Rose of prizes.. blade of grass.. or mountain weed.. 

I spoke as the man I am with question of a child.. life a gift of wonder.. how can war run rampant wild?..

he said.. ‘death.. no more breath.. body in a hole.. is meaningless.. in all his time.. he never killed a soul..

voice of his image faded.. as death went to his task.. a place I could not sense.. just stories of death and his mask..

Thought.. ‘The reasons for joy.. peace and happiness are known.. the purpose found in the beauty and intent of a flower are fine example when confusion strikes’.. Peace Tony

©AC.6.4.13.arr././

Order up no Tip

 

 

 

 

There! Now if I can just materialize perhaps they will notice I am real..

 

Praise of ‘New World Order’.. rattle on my mental fence.. not to keep one out just find a logic.. common sense..

sunshine warm a day of wonder.. one with nothing wrong.. overcast.. clouds rainbows.. love inside..  an old blues song..

fear creates a hider.. runner.. bearer of the gun.. a living world screams confusion.. trying to have some fun..

‘bilderberg’ is this a dirge carrying old ways?.. politics financial nerds speak concept in new days..

rags of velvet fine cloth hung upon a looking-glass.. ‘appearance does not matter techie nerds make things first class’..

is the mental fiber of cyber science minds.. available to those of different paths who hope to find.. things personal reflecting what happened one day?.. when ‘whats-their-face from anyplace went out that day to play..

Oceans of emotion every sensed fate that may call.. they drink and feed..

tell special stories.. Spring love unto Fall..

each life unique is royalty.. deluded thought holds to a crawl.. 

our messenger who knows us smiles.. frowns stuck on clowns.. get free as you be.. take that velvet down..

tell me of your ventures.. they bore only you..

I would love to know you friend.. what changes you been through..

Thought.. ‘No matter complexity or simple content of any plan.. science.. art.. focus or game.. it means little when the person does not know themselves.. when devoid of passion or even feelings.. these things share only purpose and  identification with a book.. program.. file.. 

what the person does in feeling speaks more eloquently to me.. of who they are.. 

Peace Tony

©AC.30.3.13.arr././

Forked wonders..

Words blitzes reason sum excused in detour past.. trifle rifles quickly.. acts like something that may last.. Underestimated things expected never seen.. realization lost sometimes makes folks kind of mean..

The ‘weight’.. can wait..

hear them ‘disappointed in me? Ha Ha got to you.. time came pride inside you react to nothing.. stuck like glue.. round and round in thought and sound you render plan and blame.. satisfy your dream until you scream ‘it’s all the same’..

wino down by Nickel St. works nails with a file.. sees those map in hand get lost.. complaining with a smile..

nothing to lose.. nothing wanted true senses in kind.. a fool’s game has just one name.. ‘justify your mind’.. just a little easy.. each path has a start..

never take a detour speak you from the heart..

Thought.. ‘When something created is stated it many times becomes what is thought true and is not.  The justification.. many times blatant excuse.. takes some of your time in life.. when it takes more than what is true.. when what is true is what you feel.. it is wrong.. it is counterproductive.  The beggar has nothing material.. yet he has himself.. he is free of judgment in petty criticism.. it may be all that is available.. for a unique path is known only to the walker’.. Peace Tony

©AC.23.3.13.arr././