Dollar dump 4 Dreams

 

FROM A ‘BROWNIE BOX’ CAMERA.. 1/60TH SECOND AT f 8

Strong.. young years.. song in heart.. lookin’ just to share.. left a home of dreams..the hope of love is everywhere..

Saw the paw of some ‘McGraw’ or other from a feud.. night fight over greedy cheats.. sneak cards in the nude.. 

Love.. a promise.. in a dream.. thought of clean and true.. home to share life in love.. why not in all we do?

Separate of dollars.. fate.. not always easy done.. until good feeling sets a course.. as daylight to the sun..

Here a child with my mother.. dreaming adult plans.. three years old.. formed to behold.. my image as a man..

Thought.. ‘I know more words now.. have seen more things.. more variations.. than as a child.. still.. I find no moral difference between the child of three.. and the poet’.. Peace Tony    

WITH DAD..

©AC.10.6.13.arr././

Good eye for a Good look around..

 

CRASHED CONFUSION.. CAUGHT BY A PAINTER.. OF TRUTH.. AND ILLUSION

Saw a man passing samples of a sickness caught.. some created for the guilty.. luckless overwrought.. 

Golden sun.. fated.. mates of beauty for each heart.. wear a ‘Shift’ named Paradigm.. an old man with a cart..

Speaks when knowledge comes to him.. shares.. never a cost.. points a star direction.. compass true.. not again lost..

A pretty girl.. a maiden who surrendered to a fool.. he runs blackmail fun.. told her folks she was a tool..

She said to evil.. his childish petty game.. you cannot blackmail anyone.. when no one cares to blame..

fool remembered rules written from a time before.. yesterday.. five centuries gone.. redundant any more.. he

could not hide.. not his way.. a true runner born.. remembered now the lovers left.. defeated and forlorn..

bended knee epiphany.. boy became a man.. plotter of conspiracy now seeks to understand..

thankful for a  love in life.. detours from distress.. example cannot be found in the IRS..

thoughts deep come unbidden.. unbidden speaks of true.. love should not be hidden.. honor  when someone loves you.. 

hidden in obscurity.. invisible in gray.. when love is not in purpose.. love is lost along the way..

end of love for money?.. such a lovely girl.. you cannot outrun nature.. for nature runs the world..

Thought.. ‘as I was doing all I could to help I realized what was unavoidable.. and what was syllogism.. on two occasions.. I saw her walking as a young woman.. she was not thinking of.. nor was her subconscious creating any injury or pain.. a wonderful boon of life.. I immediately went to the ‘store of intelligent creations’ and put a large down payment on a ‘Paradigm Shift‘..  ..

Peace Tony 

©AC.26.5.13.arr././ 

CLOSE GITMO.. A CALL FROM A.I.

 

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Riptide Truepaddle..

‘Compass Man’ had a plan trips slip rip and splash.. many minds.. kinds..

DREAMERS EACH.. LIVING DREAMS..

dreams in his feelings stash..

Social flotsam that no ‘gotsam’.. bitter exploit names.. to insure fortunes procured with liars in the game.. 

Talk around the neighborhood of tides attacking low.. stories told of ‘ankle grabs’ then surface water goes..

Out around a horseshoe halfway back to shore.. no help he cried he took a ride.. to float then swim some more..

There was Chip lived with the horses down around the track.. he learned when someone lies a truth does not come back..

Smart enough to sense it.. as immature years flow.. young life keep true purpose.. to someday ‘place’ or ‘show’..

Ho! metaphor is to explore.. find windows.. text and gates.. quick escape from social rape.. decrying love and fate..

Now a bit of wisdom.. good for riptide rides.. ten feet cross to calm water.. swim out to the side.. 

Thought.. ‘This morning I was asked an interesting question.. it went something like this.. ‘how do you know when to act in defense?’.. I took this seriously to mean.. ‘when is it not hypocritical to defend oneself violently?’.. I said.. ‘when there is no doubt of the attack.. when it is pure self defense!’.. This took the conversation into something that is essential to a concept I live.. ‘I will never accept a lie because it is ‘convenient’..

‘put your gold or money where your love is baby.. before you let my due go down’.. (Hunter-Garcia)..  from ‘Loser’.. Grateful Dead.. Peace Tony

©AC.1.5.13.arr././

Old Road

Looks a little different this time.. sign up by the bend.. sun comes up the same

FOREVER SONG..

place.. same smells on the wind..

Bobby Boy was finding joy putting dreams to plan.. dreams roll mighty heavy.. give purpose to a man.. 

If I remember right there is another bend.. place where a young man’s dream is sure to find a friend..

Guess time gonna carry me down to dreaming land.. time adds to a dream.. sometimes true to man..

Tie a plan inside a man.. knots on heavy rope.. dreams cannot be chained.. dreams bring each life hope..

One in a million.. maybe trillions more.. one dream dreamed well in life.. then dreams by the score..

Follow as young follows hope.. promise of love dreamed.. young love a world of peace

.. in a master’s scheme..

Thought.. ‘they appear different.. perhaps in the passage of time they must be.. for each life the complexity of experience sometimes follows in knowledge’.. Peace Tony

©AC.25.4.13.arr././

Dream felt.. built sits done..

In an oven labeled ‘future projects/ways and means.. someone somewhere

THIS BEAUTIFUL LAND.. THIS SKY.. THESE LIVING THINGS.. DID NOTHING TO CREATE THE PLAN OF A MANIAC..

advertises free.. jet planes to beans..

Grandma in the mirror says.. ‘caution is the word’ guess she was right.. some walking blight spouts cartoons seen and heard..

Documentary.. elementary.. folks scared.. bored to blind.. science looks.. writes programs books.. is peace.. so hard to find?..

Other day I saw the why and way I saw before.. a clown in charge of everything.. a thief who brought a war.. 

If my name was ‘Hermann’ born German Nazi time.. I would still desire peace.. write life in song and rhyme.. 

land of my Great great-grandfather leaders bicker.. fight.. over Euro Kingatics old things never right..

Uncool fool who sought to rule by taking what is good.. life secure.. true purpose pure.. blame so understood.. 

Pass a glass my friend though I know not your words.. I feel you my brother.. sister.. love in life is stirred..

Some are not the best of plans.. some plans are not good.. social role comes from folks.. in good schools understood.. 

Every road has a load each dinner is a feast.. every living thing loves better in a world of peace..

Thought.. ‘What is obvious and true should never be accepted in a lie.  Mr. Ben Ladin was one who had everything.. could help everyone.. instead.. in Patriarchy.. this supreme sexist.. spoiled son of a billionaire position.. took hold of power.. took hold of the best toys.. then conducted war.. he would do so as an old man.. for his mother loved him’.. Peace Tony

©AC.22.4.13.arr././           

SEE THE FATE OF SO MANY.. ENDED BY A MONSTER OF WAR.. UNCHECKED.. English: Rows of bodies fill the yard of Lager Nordhausen, a Gestapo concentration camp. עברית: שורות של גופות מאות אסירים בחצר מחצה הריכוז נורדהאוזן. בתמונה נראות פחות ממחצית הגופות של האסירים שמתו ברעב או ביריות אנשי הגסטפו. Italiano: File di cadaveri di prigionieri riempiono il cortile del lager di Nordhausen, un campo di concentramento dalla Gestapo. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Come moments in Time

Sunlight early morning  flashes in treetops.. I answer laughter dance.. to

AROUND IN TIME.. FOREVER.. Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured in dance: an early moving picture demonstrates the waltz. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

harvest reason crops.. as I dance hope they are watching.. ‘hey there look at me’.. harmless.. quite dis-armless..

Honor bound to free..

politician papers vapors still have not lost smell.. a war created for no one.. no one dared to tell..

horror in example.. something truly missed..  I dance harmless love.. peacefully resist..

what I know is who I am.. might call it ‘my style’.. promises of gold.. cannot equal one child’s smile..

Action.. music.. something felt.. song.. a driving beat.. sound will split forever love.. no music is complete..

Fractal soft it twirls aloft.. to morph.. or split again.. through geometries of measure.. past that with no end.. 

Day is crispy sunlight.. windows raised to song.. a pretty melody my friend.. just never can be wrong..

Sunrise meets gentle eyes.. early morning dew.. is time in your given life.. live love..

live it true..

Thought.. ‘As every action causes infinite ripple through the physical.. we are thus tied to the universe’ 

‘Living things in social setting.. for my time and money.. when studied to improve life.. suggest what may help.. free one.. or hopefully save life.. has moral consequence for each life..

Respect of all living things is a common I find essential to peace in any social setting’..

Peace Tony

©AC.21.4.13.arr././

No Chance Dancer..

 

FOCUS IS FAITH FOUND.. DEITY AT HOME.. REASON ONLY FOUND FOR ACTION.. IN MIRRORS AT HOME..

 

When a child hard life wild dreams beguiled his flow.. religion of grandfathers told of land.. a place to go.. purpose family was seen.. young belief was true.. this world gets mighty lonely when no one says what to do..

old deity watched from gray snowy skies.. unheard promise for a soldier.. what comes when he dies.. as a warrior for what is left what is the price.. when common ground is found in faith to care.. treat living nice..

back behind in the ‘old mind’ the spies quietly speak.. centuries told of women gold.. warrior dies to peak..

conscience loves.. friends sky above gold dove and girl at home.. still old gray deity play controls all from his dome..

brother younger 7 years ‘please don’t be as me’.. said or caught in caring thought.. dime store psychology..

old mind knows as passion grows for promises long gone.. darkness spread from heart and head.. now old son dead and gone..

Thought.. ‘The task long forgotten by others cross the Sea.. seeks light in self involved minds that never will be free.. in time drama sets a stage.. field cut by a plow.. past validation sought cannot relieve your good life now.. in a new land child take the best you saw before.. bring in love and kindness our best is just behind that door’.. Peace Tony

©AC.20.4.13.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././

Royalty or not..

‘Did you see those toys’.. the boys said.. armies on the hoof..  see young men in

‘Yeah.. I heard they are winding the ‘cold war’ down.. do you have another gig?’..
‘My agent is checking at the eagles union..

battle trying so to be aloof? 

Do you see a nations product guns pretense galore.. do you see the useless robbing.. killing done in war?

For example leaders.. for those who dictate.. for those who will never know the joy of love in fate..

For those in the ghetto.. those deep in the mines.. little king.. just one thing.. understand.. be kind..

‘another good plan’ is no longer any kind of joke.. what right does anyone have to take life..leave rubble.. smoke…. then return.. say ‘you can burn anything you like.. we run it now.. have fun and how.. ride a motorbike’.. bring the hats and uniforms.. comparisons to poor.. ‘we use abuse show how they lose.. then show the killing floor..

‘go do it’.. they spout.. they shout.. a reason never clear.. destroy is easy seen.. avoid it.. please don’t bring it here.. 

Napoleon some kind of son never finished school.. his persona at 14 was hidden by the ‘cool’.. who justified against the tide of sense.. the golden rule.. history.. no mystery.. a 14-year-old fool..

‘Spoils of war’ outside my door.. outside my heart and mind.. resource the cost.. the life so lost.. a youth confused to blind.. boys of eight fifth century stuck.. as luck takes evermore..

words.. a promise only heard cannot credential war..

Thought.. ‘The time to take pre-Socratic philosophies of peace.. philosophies that continue for peace as sense contradicts war.. and as appropriate.. bring life around the world into the twenty-first century.. that they may live.. enjoy their fated seconds’.. Peace Tony

©AC.15.4.13.arr././