Blue Haired Ladies..

Graceful move about a groove could not guess her years.. eyes reflecting laughter, parties.. sad love and some tears.. down in New Orleans.. Riverboat to dance.. find a girl in the unknown.. an unknown circumstance..

Song about ‘big muddy’ ferry cross the main.. ‘President’ wheel to see the French Quarter again.. down Canal St. on to Bourbon jazz fills the air.. from all night club in the cellar right on down the stairs..

Ako Ako patois word for music every day.. some plan all year for the Mardi Gras New Orleans way.. parade plan each man will stand with tribe parade.. each year better than past ‘Spy Boy’ plan made.. ‘Spy Boy’ with a flag carried for the tribe.. will not lose it for a threat or any money bribe..

Finer is better.. understood the best.. Mardi Gras a party dance.. music ebbs to crest.. Heard

A SHORT DRIVE E. ON HIGHWAY 90 TO ALABAMA.. ABOUT 30 MILES IN.. THERE IS A STONE BRIDGE.. OVER A RIVER SURROUNDED BY GREEN..

‘Satchmo’ blow and sing about ‘Saints Marching In’.. beauty soft ‘Wonderful World.. again again.. heard jazz greats address the fates with melody so true.. guitar sad a hollow harp.. that ‘New Orleans Blues’..

Blues run like a river feed a waiting pond.. clear notes butterflies dance on shore lovers lookin’ on.. all about music flow strong cold beat to dance.. maiden.. man beguile with smiling moves love’s game of chance..

When I am doing something boring.. when something hurts me.. when I am joyful.. when love comes to pose it’s question.. whatever happens.. it is better with a good driving song.. Peace T.

©AC.23.5.12.arr././

Toggle Track Blues (12 bar blues med)

Ladies wait men.. ladies maintain as men commit in dream.. beauty is..

Down in bayou country quiet smell of musk.. been here since I woke this morning.. moving now to dusk..

Woman love heart mind soul.. took money from me.. my thoughts were of making love.. hard love naturally..

Did she cheapen did I deepen what we felt in time?.. now her puppet party‘s dead.. loss scars this heart of mine.. 

Ch.

Wish to expectation.. promises not true.. she said ‘what we had we did.. it was up to you’..

as she walked talked to new friends.. in a little phone.. sexy walks passion weight comes.. heart cries ‘so alone’.. 

Look in books of story.. books of what was seen.. history explored as beasts of burden.. create scenes..

Seconds lived by artists.. contradict what comes.. seconds pass.. each second lived.. is rhythm for love’s drum..

Play it in your loving.. play it as you sleep.. when love comes to you for true.. you know a love to keep..

Cannot begrudge or judge things that made me blue.. she said ‘we loved romanced and danced my time in love with you’..

Finding happiness where disappointed expectation was.. is love in time.. Peace T.

©AC.5.21.12.arr././

Glitter titter Laugh..

Loud guffaws lovers paw burning passion free.. moon horizon darknesses night..middle day.. it be..

She created intense heat in flame.. her art took form.. her shape rendered her art.. song.. story.. sky was her canvas.. she flew.. for her soul was known to her name.. thus she met her fate with smouldering art beautiful

skin is burned from sun star shine.. water fresh smell earth and pine.. cat smells brackish.. poison found.. species gift..

gift shared around..

song burst child plays in love.. friend sings.. heard a cooing dove..

barking canine lives with you.. cat shy strong playful and true..

would a world be better run.. by such as these.. who trust in fun?..

hurt young folk see no choice.. dad rode handcuff chain.. seek to silence rebel voice?.. control weary pain..

expert lie defines ’sane’ 

sing ‘Midnight Special’ prison blues more.. sing a sense of freedom.. from company stores.. letters written love to keep.. dream of womans love..

dream it while asleep.. night sky.. dreamed stars above.. 

big business in each jail.. prison life twists life stale..  clear-eyed bury hatred deep.. free felt in thought..

yea love to keep.. 

watch timeless.. god nomad sees.. knows honor true  

a truth that frees..

world of laughter dance and green.. know once the lie is seen.. some true sense felt then known.. freedom lost cuts to the bone..

Some know.. watch and wait.. land masses on ocean great.. measured journeys.. works of art.. presents fate.. a loving part..

sensed in life.. once known true.. who you are old or new.. thoughtful dream.. up chimney flue.. your art spark marks..

each part of you..

Simple tasks require every bit of attention.  Done well they take little time.. much less than a simple task done four times.. in frustrated stress,  self deprecation and confusion.. paying attention is so much easier.. better.. Peace T.

©AC.5.5.12.arr././

No second To love..

We may speak.. or just stare into endless mirrors found in each others eyes.. we may sing.. dance to endless song of music played.. for no music.. no lyric can be played or sung in deceit..

Castle walls high eye to measure ten meters or more.. inside love food secure.. inside a thick oak door.. enemies created from minds unknown before.. who can think past wonderlove..

beauty to explore?..

Sitting on my favorite painted tile love song to sing.. listen fountain bubble bells earth sends underground spring.. under clouds reflecting sunlight rain sparkles in rift..

mother nature loves us.. witness this awesome gift..

Thunderstruck.. comet cupid gifts from gifted known.. music played command in practiced skill.. never alone.. love needs not atone..

for it is peace..

as peace is shown..

Here my home is peaceful.. called a ‘comfort zone’..

share or not from this plateau felt love melody.. magic thoughts of peaceful love far as I sense or see.. silent statues called Redwood Barranca to the West.. boulders witness quiet knowing..

held close to the vest..

Ponder others who may not think as me.. work for others.. yeah okay.. why unknowingly?.. gift is in your heartsong.. tempered by your thought.. gives love to another.. 

not what sold.. what bought..

Shakespeare in a different time wrote ‘world is a stage’.. beauty play does not say thought second in life’s page..

paint in search eternal unheard color love in song.. starlight reflect twinkle rocks in mountains solid strong.. play the songs of Gods goddesses.. entertain red Mars..

Peace in what you touch.. at peace with who you are..

Shan’t be easy never is ask woman of birth.. light and breezy later when peace is allowed on earth.. not a narcissistic alley.. in this solid cue,. it starts in your reflection,,

with these words ’I love you’..

Loathe as I am to change this poem I must say.. as with your song.. story or painting.. as in your home.. room or garden.. love known is a love easily shared.. Peace T.

©AC.4.5.12.arr././

Toggle switch.. turn

Fragile felt humans pelting other with their eyes.. ‘tween felt primal crossed by

Seen as a child.. love warms.. protects..

judges.. self excused in lies..

comedy to laugh at.. differences that split.. guts butts what is truly deeply felt.. to laugh one savors it..

In a moment love spent what lay across my trail.. bleeding reaching ‘succor please’  passed lips a primal wail..

‘do you have remembrance?’.. in love caught I asked..’was semblance common sense forgotten in your task?’  

‘ my eyes are clearing sir’.. mouth uttered to me.. words ahead the brain feelings I could see.. ‘seems you have a way sir you call it my own.. I sense you have no recompense of feeling for the throne’..

‘No more than for you my sweet.. not a thought useless .. you cross my path.. I help you stand.. relief from your distress..

 thoughts passed you for the stress.. 

 I can but just leave direction.. with finger and thumb.. lay a path all travelers know.. with sparkle star-dust crumbs’..

Beauty lady ventured back onto path  she walked.. vocalize to surprise song came in place of talk.. from lips she had learned to love.. her  breathing  velvet sweet.. for the love of her own life..

life born.. friends on the street..

You who are searching inside.. I continually find in my quest for living peace.. others who have thought long and deep for peaceful expression.. you are not alone.. Peace T,

©AC.2.5.12.arr././

Riding free.. to Blues..

Guitar music easy song.. blues sound in each note.. harp mellow easy strong.. keep one in my

Play that blues. It calms souls that they remember how love is.. to seek love again.. as with a dream.. each character is of the dreamer..

coat.. alleys welcome song.. best sound they have known..

as canyon wind will howl.. blues of nature’s throne..

Sing me song you who have it.. clear mind sing your  heart.. above below all around.. sing  love.. torn apart.. 

madam, sir a moment please.. can you say why.. then perhaps say when.. cool  pain was announced  blues in a cry.. heartbreak again again..

from lover..

from a friend.. sing ni fi the end.. 

play blues to love again..

after hours has a power built below all nets.. where love conquers enmity.. speaks well of long-lost bets.. just to gather.. work a lather.. one night months or  more.. again love lost  to city winds.. 

‘love needed’ on the door..

start with a major.. is moan for a year.. back to hollow sound of abstract minor.. like your dear.. lover for a moment.. lover in that day.. when blues comes a calling..

play blues  lover.. play..

Music is a wonderful gift.  It calms and soothes many.  It gives purpose in song.  I refuse to accept complete control of another, or a situation, as the only relief from expectation which fails when misplaced.. history of blues tells us.. there is always hope in love.. Peace T.

©AC.30.4.12.arr././

 

  

It was Just last Year..

Wind don't blow as cold when there is shelter waiting.. avoid the crowd.. head home I guess..

‘Mama mama listen’.. she said.. was her voice not clear?.. so long  gone when I got on..

did I lead it here?..

Mama turned looked around.. at the home she built.. with my dad her husband.. guilty act.. to each a  family love wilts.. lay their love in private boxes..  hidden from the stares.. my friends were fun.. no hurtful judging is what led me there..  

‘You saying they would lie?.. say that got it wrong.. what about the pictures you lovin’ to a song?.. they are just looking out.. I cannot be there.. cops have no stake I must believe..  must believe they care’..

Mama sank into thoughts of society.. how they make the rules.. for  fools protecting  you and  me.. bonus is the onus.. transfer of the blame.. professionals can take it.. they are all the same.. secure how her thoughts were read by those who cannot see.. anything beyond the house of cards she built for free..

Looked at  her willful daughter.. look how father works.. look inside your mind mama before counting  perks..         

‘Exactly’ said the daughter.. knowing she had lost.. mother will be close again.. but  now sees such a cost.. last year life was my love with Eddie.. this year love with Bill.. where I was.. what was cool is where I sought my thrills.. now I have no one to blame.. no God to call my own.. no one to take all my fears and promise heavens throne.. 

just me and my hormones.. where primal things lurk.. lies do nothing  here.. just wail in crying salt tear water works.. spoke few words when younger.. did mom just forget.. like playing a horse or two.. losing a big bet.. 

Grandma said in long gone years.. know she never lied.. she said to love is be loved.. lonely love that died.. though we share everything.. nothing here is free.. you child cannot escape what is you what  me.. 

sure you were a youngster  mom.. know you have the score.. know love not bought or sold.. aint no kind of whore.. when nana was dying.. mortal life came home.. something somewhere flying.. her love is in each poem..  

now to speak with family.. especially mom.. have some fool come here with papers clutched in a sweaty palm.. push for information.. likely they will drop.. charges known to me as them.. does it ever stop?..

Social rules are difficult.. for teens usually more so..  there are a great many smart folks in the world.. we all start out sharing.. loving.. if I were smart enough to make rules.. I would not unless I could offer pertinent resolve.. pertinent to what?  The perp who many times is the first.. and oft-times the last victim of their anger..  Peace T.

©AC.29.4.12.arr././

Free flight…

Goodbye world trembling from images long known.. slipping into cracks untimely from centuries

Remember to dream child.. turn your dream to life.. your best.. finest dream..

past throne.. 

notes full blues notes.. note by note a song.. gonna play my own say.. gonna play it strong.. here a harmonic played 12fr key of G,, takes me.. play melodies to ride.. tick tock harp felt easy.. beauty of the notes.. play to ride the  pretty notes that glide..

raga raga drone me back.. string D then a beat.. melody G B and E.. melody life be.. swing up down a scale.. blues whistle train a rail.. down in the station.. frustration handles pause 4 beat slow.. play full blue blown.. all  my own..  

railroad lights.. late afternoon.. rainy white farmhouse buildings.. sheep.. storm a comin’.. lovers laugh embrace running from thunder after lightning.. more lightning.. barn.. sweet soft hay.. love.. song.. child spoken girl said.. rain patter.. dim lantern.. no memories past.. now now now.. smells love.. music..  

eyes are closed play inside a song now.. words storied in mind lay deep blues.. heart explodes mind sends felt note to my hands.. melody sweet blues.. years tears lies told trues.. take me to my place where all is song.. some listen in my dream some play along.. 

in this land all offering is song.. warm scent musk female.. fingers strings.. woman sings.. thoughts of New Orleans.. typhoons gunshots.. fading fading.. gone into jazz.. tripping fast.. relative to every note.. scat baby scat.. wounded.. slow blues.. back to years ’Bye and Bye’.. slow.. bluesy.. like song ‘Old Black Joe’.. all that time finding my voice like his.. cool..

Goats mountain goats.. take melody no notice save a beat.. a loving strong beat.. playing beat.. working beat.. walking beat.. blues man.. saying blues.. ‘they’s a song coming.. morning time.. right with sun.. right on time..

The world is musical when I play.. the world is love in song.. when I play.. instrument of  choice.. make it sound like a voice.. forget all but music.. all but love.. when I play.. Peace T.

©AC.23.4.12.arr././    

Walk the Loontime Blues..

Walk easy springtime.. smell each plant passed near.. living energy when I notice I can hear..

THE PRESIDENT AND FIRST LADY OF 'LIVLOVEMAMMAL' AWAITING THE COUNT ON THE SB PHOOEY.. 'CANIS DISRESPECTUS'.. HO HO
(pic from 'life smiles back')

watch a spider resume merry widow way..  when I think.. in picture words,, no danger  this day..

Song constant loving song.. always there for me.. music love I felt to share.. love warms me endlessly.. down by merry rocket stands.. ground shakes when they blow.. world is wonderful in song,, watch a world class show..

Been through lots of social things.. some I left behind.. social banter.. ran with sound when I was blind.. smell jasmine.. smell of grass.. smell morning air blue.. takes me from intrusion..  things pushed on me and you..

Heal me things I do not know.. but I understand.. my total self as it came here.. always lends a hand..  instinct guides healing process.. patient virtue now.. your heart mind soul and body.. heal.. your own nature knows how..

When hurt in life brutal.. feel in passion  kind.. when impersonal cause of pain shown.. pain rips my mind..

heart says ‘keep on keepin’ on’.. love will never lose.. when I lose myself.. I must walk ‘The Loontime Blues’..

There a light ashining.. hear harp’s blue full note.. I am coming home girl.. I got some love to tote..

Weather is dreary this mornin’.. grey.. but I can’t care.. got a feeling makes things right.. got some love to share.. Peace T.

©AC.20.4.12.arr././

Cyber shovel Tool..

World of sunlight gentle clouds roll in the sky.. white, black, colors in between.. wind canyons howl

Oooh.. there goes Mrs. Grandmother on the way to the store.. just yeaterday.. and the day before.. she complained of how rudeness is ignored in escape.. Unfortunately it does return.. to those so insulted..

and cry.. Felt as young when things  making sense were not clear.. did not know or let show.. sight of others,, life of fear..

Roll my heart mr. soul.. feeling set to dreams.. rainbows glow.. perfect show.. art seeking same may scream..

Time bring my fate to me.. pray for clear and true.. love foundation.. no frustration.. love wished well for you..

Messages in cyber sent.. person never seen.. never felt, understood.. smelled, heard.. seen in dream.. impersonal programming.. from another soul.. does not show.. it is not real.. until senses know..

Gentleness in mental mess.. give credit to time.. folks may do pooter to you.. inside things they climb.. angry frustrate masturbate is all useless stress is.. politico..priest or child.. lonely Mr. Ms.

Sample in example.. peace will bring you home.. solid good.. well understood.. places you may roam..  program does not know you.. or your special ‘wierd’.. there is no insult.. only work.. I swear it by my beard..

On Internet a set puts emotion here.. true to thought.. I see it as emotional brassieres.. different numbers.. ads wires.. less.. do not lend much clout.. please know as I know in love.. folks are reaching out..

Sun is peeking through the blinds.. feeling settles in.. write this poem.. from my place.. thoughts sent hope you win..

Hope each share is good for you.. run out from your soul.. I keep my passion personal.. keep love from control..

Turning away from madness.. back to my path.. seeking beauty.. Peace T.

©AC.18.4.12.arr././