Gotta Be..


tony-0032.jpgYears of tears.. social fears.. smells tell of the tale.. poorest social jurist.. makes a gentle breeze a gale.. pointing while disjointing lives he cannot comprehend.. compare’ every sorry as he lies to every friend..

Seems his eyes follow dreams of dictators past.. compares himself to others.. an excuse that cannot last.. disrespect to protect illusion he has learned.. violate.. social masturbate.. his lies lathed polished turned..

Until he sees truth.. more likely.. busted.. sued thus burned..

Admit? he calls sorry shit.. calls ‘weak’ a social need.. invade.. lie parade.. to build those thrilled by words he made..

Words of ‘hero’.. words of safety.. spoken lies in crime.. every war.. each robbed drug store.. violates rights each time..

Mother.. ‘Daddy can I have this toy?.. each child at school.. has one.. I can fit in.. makes me feel pariah fool.. if I have this fashion.. came crashin’ just last week.. recess will be less a mess.. I can play and speak..

‘Now we do not know if we can really afford.. let me see the best prices for good service Lord.. we do not have money honey.. know it may sound rough.. but the cost.. vacations lost.. we do not have enough’.. ‘Uh Huh’ said the child of blackmail.. resentment and spoils.. told of lines not one dime spent.. bubble where many boil..

Checked around.. said in words and sound what he would know.. expecting to worst he found words of a stealing show.. ‘violate privacy?’ he scoffed.. we would never try.. as he thought about how he would implement a lie..

He was a man of substance his lies would be believed.. as he planned to violate private worlds.. defraud deceive.. What of friends who share his world in ‘standard deviation’.. as his private home becomes a little ‘nazi’ nation..

As things earned in school go South.. money strikes again.. invited.. never righted.. nothing lies.. from nothing men.. coming in the morning.. maybe come to you at night.. when  you walk in morning exercise.. with muscles tight..

To the air.. you scream ‘unfair’ look for one to blame.. rights violate crime.. arrest with time.. in this sorry game..

Knew a lot of folks done lots of time for having grass.. told a lot of jokes about centuries unsensed that pass.. saw worlds illusion spent on minds dumbed down to blind.. many lost years.. rights violated.. done by confused minds..  

Now a time of reckoning.. now a time to file.. law of rights are beckoning.. civil rights my style..

Time come for truth vaccine.. rights die with lies so fed.. protect.. with respect.. those sick of soul.. who lost their heads..

Ration my compassion.. illusion they defend.. what for.. are they really bored?.. with no mind left to spend?..  

Forest best in energy.. flowers purple kings.. innocent calm energy.. as peaceful songbirds sing.. 

Thank fates.. never hesitate.. must move back to my trail.. stopped just to lend a truth.. must leave illusion quick runs stale..

Peace Tony

©AC.23.5.15.arr././

‘Evil Calling’..


A hidden beauty

Round a campfire woods somewhere north of City way.. children round eyed of all ages came to have a say.. bout the origin of the werewolf.. vampire.. and ghoul.. take a look around good children.. life is but a school..

Still.. in each story glory shines in feel so good.. evil cannot enter until asked..

it’s understood..

Each heart beats a rhythm listened or denied.. each part of the folklore tells of reason folks had cried..

When a thought is caught in social closure from the past.. confusion out of time.. as new times are coming fast..

This is where the demon lurks.. he works all hours done.. looking for a child lost so.. searching light of sun..

Plague killed .. destroyed.. seems at will.. each life it came to touch.. react.. action took it all.. folks ran naked and such..

Followed wolves in hunger.. followed packs in thirst.. scraps from wolves who hunt to eat.. drank dying blood or worse..

Demon Evil looks for validation from the source.. to the darkness station .. hides from conscience and remorse..

Heart feels mind.. mind seeks kind.. in character and true.. when Demon knocks a choice is made.. when evil comes to you..

Folklore seeks wine.. seeks drugstores and magic felt unknown.. living goes tomorrows storied song.. in flesh and bone..

Soft sunshine.. true love fine.. those perfect special days.. where evil lurks and shirks from love and folks happy ways..

Take a turn at freedom thought.. get to know the face.. who greets you in true mirrors fitted.. for each fitted place..

Take a turn your majesty will reward good and true.. something good.. cannot be burned.. roses chilled in dew..

Take a thought of love and wonder.. free of cost from me.. nothing bought above the thunder.. skies light shows to be..

Lies waste time given easy.. time none can replace.. wise folk laugh.. believe their sense.. not lies from outer space..

Who?.. did I feel.. did I believe in love I shout to stars.. wave my hands.. this man stands close to damaged in their bars..

When felt?.. does it ever stop?.. please please stand away.. until you evict evil.. and his demon say./.

Peace Tony

©AC.21.5.15.arr././

Comeuppance coming..


You long time readers.. and those of you who believe in privacy.. know the problems engendered in these times of what I call ‘moral orphans’..  with the decision we made to prosecute those who violate our rights.. so simply in pretentious stupidity.. I have written this is.. a letter.. among others sent to community leaders.. legislators.. and those who are devoted to a private home.. and communications.. these types have been tapping my phone.. without cause.. except to use our account.. and monitor it with no permission.. much less the necessary court order.. 

Thursday, ‎14 ‎May, ‎2015 08:34:28
Letter of Action and Criminality in Communications..

Tony Capper (cryinforthedyin) <allducky2@verizon.net>
8:28 AM (0 minutes ago)

to xxxx 
Hello.. (to qualify my knowledge and position)

I was a radio operator in the United States Air Force.. having 6 months of training and eighteen months of service in the VN conflict..

I am familiar and recognize security compromises..

with frequencies.. what modulates them.. their range.. and of course hard lines.. (something I learned in cub scouts.. electric shop.. and of course.. military training.

As a civilian.. for a time.. I was a ‘framer’ for the phone company..bout the time Ma Bell was the head local service.

During the last twenty years or so there has been enormous pretense and law breaking in the area of everything from illegal corporate procedure.. to ‘subcontractors’ who installed on corporate lines.. that where leased by responsible account holders..

Only to be invaded..

I am easy to contact.. in this building alone.. in the last eight years.. I have cut four illegal lines crossing mine.. when there was no help coming otherwise..despite multiple complaints and evidence..

I have had ‘technicians’ Verizon and phonies.. lie to me in my own home.

I photographed and recorded what I could.

My point is that I had no privacy.. none. There are four apartments in this building.. by circumstance alone.. repeated and recorded variables.. there is a strong case.

Whatever their intentions.. they have been violating my right to privacy.. (something that should be a precursor to any communications law for the public)..

A government agency cannot tap my line without a court order.. or damned good immediate cause.

These are criminal actions against our home.. rented as it is.. enabling.. of course.. is also against the law.

Right now.. to the great relief of those who believe in our Bill of Rights.. there is a bill before the U.S. Legislators to regain and destroy any illegal private phone records obtained by the NSA.. good..

The people who do this to their neighbors.. behind pretense.. social extortion and lies.. do not think of themselves as criminals…

I welcome legal immigrants.. unfortunately the greatest amount of violators I have dealt with.. by undoing the damage done to my account.. have been those born into other cultures.. and.. of course,., the inherent rebellion that comes with the young.. those I call.. in these times.. ‘moral orphans’..has been an ongoing problem as they define.. those who understand what they are worth.. their principles.

I am calling this very real problem to the attention of our community again.

Whatever their mouth.. or lack of reason says.. whatever the lie presented.. however they mitigate the truth.. they are doing this for money and nothing more..

In the two and a half years I worked to clean the alleys of debris.. in areas common to us all.. here in Mar Vista.. I found cooperation from tenants.. homeowners.. management companies and just about everyone.. for who likes trash on the ground?

I was validated and happy to see the improvements.. as is shown by how the alleys remain clean!!

Now..

I recommend rattling pretentious corporate bullying.. (there was.. and may still be a corporate policy to hook up Time Warner lines to Verizon junction boxes.. as Verizon did not disconnect ‘hot’ lines when the accounts where terminated.. after all.. as magazines make money on ads.. these types make money on data.

Frequency Modulate and Amplitude Modulate.. am and fm.. are ways to change and manipulate data into what appear to be salable packages..

I disagree! How can I use wifi or even bluetooth.. how can I give my passwords to those who cannot be trusted not to steal.. or lie.. I pay for my account every month..

These thieves share with God knows who.. for social validation.. ‘cleverness’.. and a total lack
of respect for my civil right to privacy.. State and Federal.

I think our neighborhood deserves better.. the Bill or Rights was a long time ago.. and still the most pertinent for wealthy and .. financially or socially disadvantaged.. time to stop deluding ourselves.

They will not stop stealing for money until they are stopped..

There are.. once again.. direct lines to Verizon Fraud.. I am going to give my neighbors a chance to air their position in Federal.. State.. and Civil courtrooms.. there are.. of course.. those of short memory.. self-indulgent illusion.. those who ‘aint gonna learn what they don’t want to know’.. being a country boy perhaps I did not explain it well enough.. so on to those who have that job.

They also do not have the ability to ask permission.. this communique is longer than I intended..

However..

One more thing..

I find it just awful that if a Verizon Technician calls their security.. they call police who respond immediately.. prosecuting for fraud.. misdemeanor or felony..

For eight years.. through multiple complaints.. prosecution has been mitigated.. in some cases by nothing more than gossip..

I have been lied to.. had my phone tapped.. been stolen from in account usage.. not to mention the enormous nuisance daily.. and invasion of my privacy..

I have had my cell monitored so I could not call my bank.. or the institution where my retirement goes.,.

I have asked one question of 2000 folks.. all ages.. cultures and financial position.. ‘do you value your privacy?”.. the answer was invariably YES!!

I asked a thousand folks if they wanted someone on their software without their permission.. the answer.. of course was NO!

I am an American who believes our strengths lie in our freedoms.. I am not going to wait for this to become worse.. they will not stop.. let alone pay what they owe.. until ordered.. legally to do so..

I can help with pointers and information to help those so affected clean up their lines.. make them private.. and impress on those who need be impressed.. privacy is a right..

Peace Tony.. (Anthony H. Capper)

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Hidden faces..


'As we speak honor.. others bark 'madness'.. in tragedy.. those left in sadness..

As we speak honor.. others bark ‘madness’.. in tragedy.. those left in sadness..

Hidden faces.. hidden spaces.. holes hide what is real.. rubbing hands in demon ways.. anticipate to steal.. 

Unknown stones of jewels fools sell their gift from those before.. seeking false impression.. to impress some local whore..

Nothing in a fairytale in life killed wind up dead.. not like in the script actors example bored out heads..

mama give me education.. daddy you must see.. education on vacation makes a fool of me.. circle ditch of repetition as position fails.. keep me healthy.. teach me paths from this mental jail.. 

brother like no other believe your senses well.. principles felt learned in tears and laughter is your ‘tell’.. not ashamed your own true game known every step through fate.. here in Eden with a choice.. outside Heaven’s gate..

saw a hero made a zero all behind a lie.. traces hidden paths to those who cannot hear the cry.. pretense weaved from liar’s loom monsters made in hate.. goodbye you good true hero.. they cannot validate.. 

On to gone with every dawn there stands in light a choice.. how and why you live and do.. what song sung from your voice.. as beauty has a duty wild to lend and share.. gift they have.. their’s alone.. climbing Heaven’s stair.. 

That place storied in mystery.. metaphor and life.. children.. mother’s peaceful love.. killers sword and knife.. coward comes behind a pretense.. made before they knew.. soulful energy is known to those infants you slew.. 

Late clock game.. no dock no name.. just pretending wise.. pockets full of gold from those employing killer lies.. 

Precious.. your imprint unique all places for all time.. joy or blue.. a word so true written one sublime..

No brother named corporate.. no sister company.. child smiles when well fed.. at peace.. a book read on your knee.. 

Tomorrow holds a promise.. tomorrow holds your fate.. spark your mark in truth.. in love.. outside Heaven’s gate.. 

Peace Tony

Handsful air.. vacuum stares..


PEACE AND LOVE TO ALL YOU CONFUSED..

PEACE AND LOVE TO ALL YOU CONFUSED..

‘Bloody True’ she said a girl ‘Anne Boleyn’ so named.. for the bloody story of Henry the Eighth.. so shamed..

Looking for his mother.. grandma.. one this spoiled child saw.. booking shows with brother and the blue bloods noble paws..  

Look a woman you can love.. mother no doubt said.. ‘woman she is’ said the priest.. fearful for his head..

Speaking with God as he said.. as delusion claimed.. in inquisition proven.. we are not born all the same..

Spoken through times light and dark.. to fight or harken sense.. priest thought of women deceased.. they knew.. those bloody dense..

Abusing position.. cyber.. sound.. lensed ipods.. brother for a fallen priest .. who blames such games on God..

Wisdom in religious books.. love and peace desired.. fate nature energy good.. those tire of ‘wired’..

To a toy.. a game for sure.. pure logic nature sent.. for those lost in confusion.. so actions done are bent..

Henry VIII Louis XVI ring your golden bells.. you can dance.. regain your pants.. a good story to tell..  

Hitler paint your houses.. Stalin go back home.. priests of all holy acts done .. Zion to halls of Rome..

Beware you of thrill killers.. wary they must be.. bought and sold in fear.. they fear all life they see..

Easy they are threatened by the very things so good.. see beavers eating carrots.. see rabbits chewing wood..

So it goes.. lie spoken flows.. back to solid ground.. back forever till true done.. resolves each lie it found..

Thirty thousand years or so we circle back again.. shy in fear.. drunk laughter tears.. waiting for a friend.. 

Peace Tony

©AC.5.5.2015.arr././