Woman Worth

When the ‘commercial’ is over..I can let my hair down..and get out of Gingham

 

In each hour feeling stupid..in each hour of worth..When I feel a happy woman..times I curse my birth..In times remembered of wedding betroth..using windex for the munge under dungeon stove..when wash clothes is finished smells like soap called ‘JOY’..when I have time to talk, play with the girl or boy..when minutes run together all feeling the same..I find my root to beauty mute in love passion game..when he says ‘I’m tired’..smells of work and sweat..I know love is the answer..best one I can get..as when we were dating..in a passion dance..I become a woman..cocked hip in sexy stance..will he notice?  does he even care..I will diddle with his fiddle..till loving we share..

 

 

Just a little humor in the ‘oh so heavy

world’ ..Peace Tony

 

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PHOTO ADVENTURER’S LINK

THE FOLLOWING IS A LINK TO A MAN’S SITE.  HE RETIRED SOME YEARS AGO

Retired to his true calling..

AND AFTER DEVELOPING A TASTE FOR PHOTOGRAPHY, DECIDED TO TRY UNDERSEA.  AS ONE CAN SEE FROM THE YEARS OF TRAVEL AND PHOTOS HE HAS TALENT AND DETERMINATION..I GOT THIS LINK FROM MY COUSIN WHO TRAVELED WITH HIM LAST SPRING..I FOUND THESE PICS AND THE PRESENTATION THOROUGHLY ENJOYABLE..

SO ENJOY PEACE TONY

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Krugel Living

 

After they score the Krugels they will go to Cabo..

Ladies gents fair all atwitter..about taste of good corn fritter..made with dough sugar and corn..eat listen to flugelhorn..A ‘das is gut’ came from a litter..of the dachshund world befitter..from thousand infinite google shmockarockdogudatoogle..(smok- a- rok- do -good- a -toogle)

Get some good dough and some fruit..write a book cook root a toot..save money by living frugal..get up stretch then eat a krugel..with some spices dough and fruit..save for later in your boot..day of learning go to school..school is out..go play some pool..

Insane is plain every day..gangs machine guns tap away..run to country..run to hills..nature for the social ills..jokes and yolks and tokes of crack..cotton sacks and broken backs..exploit user..go away..clean your heart and mind this day..

Sense of real is leaving fast..go try  U.S. Senate last..Legislate to masturbate to cloud a sunny morn,.just a fat rich padded ass..a protected scorn..why are there loveless as real from lies are born..

In the moment of your bag..do you lose hope cry then sag..or a sailing ship in wind..know  good winds will come again..what matters to you or me..is what our future lives will be..no excuses..hate decry..love is true good..bye the bye..

A model hawk, dove..bull or cow..your time tomorrow starts now..

What the words mean..is in the tone and attitude..Peace Tony

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Pretty City Girl

 

Takin' if off..or puttin' it on..alright..

Country raised dreamed city girls..perfect dream in dreamworld..pretty purring kitty voice..I say ’hey darlin’ got no choice..she got a mind..heart nice behind..I left home young to find..

pretty city girls

 She is warm so fine..no man can say ‘she’s mine’ warm lovin’ fun tight when money’s right known to ride train lines..just any man’s kind..funtime when she’s mine

A City Girl..

She got secrets yes..right inside her dress..close inside her vest..City girl..Can’t think of no one else..she is right on top..every thought won’t stop…pretty girl..

A City Girl

Lovetime I cannot see..where I get energy..she can’t know more shows me tricks..soft sexy musky slick..want her when she’s around..like a dog in the pound..that throaty moaning

City Girl..

Why, she just flat tears it up..slow..timed real nice..natural..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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As we live..Pray we laugh..

This is called 'Our Three Novel Volume at a Glance' (cover) The dry humor and delivery of 'Punch' magazine has centuries old history.

 

 

 

      

A couple of cartoons from 'Punch'..British publication. One says..'It is the sitter-in. She cannot make it'. The other..'Got out just in the nick of time'.

Some things are just funny.  Some things are enjoyable to do without a persistent..lovingly applied..’nooge command’.  For those of you who do not know what that is I shall explain in statement.  ‘I have had girlfriends who would think it was cute, clever and or clownlike, to grab either of my breasts between the thumb and forefinger and squeeze..then twisting to the listening delight of the painfully delivered..’son of a BITCH that hurts’.  This adorable trait was privy to a few of my past girlfriends..who needless to say..I did not stay with long or marry.’  It is practices like this keeping a lot of things in social consequence going.  As said in anywhere man walks..’pretty fucking stupid’…

There is a lighter side to all this malarky..as funny and cool as lemon merangue in a chill glass dish..on a warm day.  A subtle delivery of the most remarkebly funny things in life.  Here are a couple of cartoons from Britain, an older culture with the ‘dry thing’ down..masters of understatement..with great regard and especially concerning ’extract of society things’.  Peace Tony

I do apologize for the small picture..I would suggest magnification if you have trouble seeing it.

 

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Creation X

A Roller Coaster in the Beginning of Roller Coaster time..

Debate or wait that lost in fate or founding a new dream no dreary theory but life a truth in high esteem..did ya don’t ya will ya wont ya questions for the crowd..to find what Smith may think of Jones then gossip right out loud..

The Roller Coaster of the lying boaster dressed a clown..to get attention at the stories that he spreads around..to get in eyes and surprise those that surmise his way..then go to get elected on what he has to say..

The parties named but not proclaimed for telling things in truth..make soldiers to go out and fight in war just wasting youth..the rattle of the battle with romantic names..like bull run and all undone and Custer’s stupid shame..Little Big Horn said in scorn a woeful deadly day..his genius met its death for all time in that sad sad play..every person there it seems was filled with some remorse..except the sole survivor..last one standing was a horse..

The point is born and I must scorn war and destructive roads..to fill the coffers of the bank account with gold and  loads..of the riches and the most with the least destroyed..’oh boy’ they say and rub their hands as weapons are deployed..maybe I am blind or undereducated me..it appears I fear nothing more than robbery..

Against all sense and in pretense they kill and rob and steal..and rape in open platforms where there is no appeal..doing it with zeal..under a leaders seal..

A child so mild and wonderful with senses that can see..and hear and touch so wondermuch..seems better off to me..innocence of the universe brought to the world..our leaders I think should be clearheaded boy or girl..

 

I never blew up my train set.. if I could afford H and O I would have kept them in cases..to take out and use..in manufactured places..for they were faithful in  detail..and would not be abused..Peace Tony

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Morning Love

 

 

 

Eden from today..an image..

Thoughts formed in my mind captured from a set..looking for an image on the internet..things that can be done..there are things to see..what can be changed for better..sometimes turns on me..

As with any journey..or mental trip..to feel I must almost be..learn and do not slip..Take it home..a package sealed with care..by someone who needs purpose..someone to see them there..

Early morn no cars to speak of..noise or voices heard..just the pounding of the wretched, pointless and absurd..when seen they cause discomfort..most others turn their head..saying ‘oh no, not me..not that just count me dead..

Headaches on this morning..clammy feels my skin..no fever just my mind in turmoil..turmoil no one wins..standing in the wretched gatherings of my journey long..No relief but passing time..no tears, words or song..

Open door and windows try to escape..the close and useless feeling..feeling those who stand and gape..at the path before them..they’ve thrown their shovel down..the one to build a path unique..keep their dreams around..

Just a change of view..a change of perspect..will keep me safe and easy..with not much to protect..I tarry to remember..value true exchange..to keep my mind free of confusion..body free of mange..

My woman she awakens..and senses I’m not right..she asks if I slept well..I say ‘most of the night’..I lay down on the bed..next to me her love stands..as with a drug..she takes my worried pain..a gentle hand..

Peace Tony

  

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Stupidity

This Painting is named 'Monumental Graveyard' (analogy of politic)

I wonder why I even bother pointing up the obvious.  Despite technological advancement.  Despite the interest in the cosmic and spiritual.  Despite the fact that love and time have no need to announce themselves for they are felt by everyone to be powerful and good..people sell their intelligence and feeling for something damaging.  This works its way into every facet of life.  I am going to try making this my last political statement of any kind..why swim in a sewer of redundant nonsense?

It is like watching something mechanical and jerky in movement following commands from a long dead maker.  People who know everything about exploitation and how to stop it..people who know as we all do that war is destructive and what it is about..still continue to justify.  They run negative campaigns with the same lack of intelligence and understanding as those who gossip and front off their neighbors.

I wish they would all take lessons from the more apt and probably intelligent canine or dove.  I wish they would see and think as the cat and deer that love each other for warmth and good. 

I guess the difference between myself and a lot of other good people and those who refuse to listen..even to their own minds and hearts..is..I know it is hard just knowing oneself..I know  that sometimes one can control their environment..as I know that no one can control another. 

So they fool people and create a seeming fools paradise that quickly becomes, for many, a fools Hell.

I doubt this will be my last political posting.  Cripples need a crutch.  The uneducated need a tutelage.  The unloving need love. 

There are also those who know..if we try..if we do..we will be that much closer to the ideal..for those to come.

 

Being free is being able to trust yourself..Peace Tony

 

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IN ANY DAY..just for anyone

Hesse Panoply..(Hesse is-was a province in N. Germany)

      

            

 

 

 

In the Flow of the All..You Are..

The world will pitch a sense of love..as Boy Scouts pitch a tent..the playboy pitches woo..as sweat and feelings spent..creating is the love in art..a farm one plants to grow..the spirit is the default savior..everywhere we go..

To know inside one’s heart and mind is self in natural flow..take it as when born..use it where you go..the honest may not meet the true in any given day..but know what is in the soul..it is enough to say..

There is a light for every dark..encountered on the road..there is a strength to lighten well..every given load..or maybe it was taken it matters not for now..the will is in the doing..think later on the how..                         

I have one friend who is sick..pretending there to die..another bubbles life and laughter..niether will say why..I have an eye for light reflected thrown in my path..I have a love of laughter..a passion for my wrath       

Some say ‘life is arduous’ some just say ’just obscene’..some go into monklike silence..some make love and scream..some will play a melody or chant with driving beat..some smell well of perfume fine..some  like stinky feet..

Every second every day is good enough for me..Nietzche existentialistism pearls into the sea..put in place by Hesse and Kant..long past Disraeli good..in England he saw social grace..baseless as he could..

 

I hope your day is just as you want it..Peace Tony

 

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