Johnny danced a war song..


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For those war-torn written of .. the folks songs many sung.. climb you ladders above war.. seek peace at every rung.. to you quiet brothers..

John and I got on the plane.. enlisted then to serve.. plane was out of gas.. Funny John spoke of ‘the nerve’.. ‘fine prelude to the Air Force’ he said tongue in cheek.. a friend older wiser.. thus I did not speak..

Cross Pacific waters in a two engine plane.. propellers turned fuel was burned.. flight level was maintained.. through air pockets fast as rockets up and down we bounced.. women children.. men of war calm courage every ounce..

From Hawaii on to Wake.. then Guam’s Coral land.. onto Asian beaches with the whitest cleanest sand.. paper thin the waves came in different but the same.. as the West Coast beaches of my home by any name..

There are stories of each march for country love and war.. heroes coming home in boxes.. they would march no more.. Johnny quick with joke and brave as brave as any be.. took a bullet with no name.. he won’t come home with me..

Blow you horns of plenty cornucopia of love.. blow you angels singing peace true as stars above.. blow you wonder typhoon storms that I have flown through.. sing you songs story you screens of freedom ringing true..

Lover give your all to those who care in empathy.. cover up and lie will never keep what sure must be.. love my woman grateful living song.. rhymes living free.. today I look at one dark place pray deep and honestly..

for those who gave their everything.. did not come home with me..

For my brothers on Memorial Day.. Peace Tony

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Karmic trials Illusion..


 

 

An unseen

HELP HIM SEE.. FOR HE SEEKS IMPOSSIBLE CONTROL OF OTHERS.. HE NEEDS TO FREE HIMSELF OF REACTIONARY FEAR.. LOST LOVE.. SOMETHING WHEN HE WAS VERY SMALL.. EVEN SMALLER THAN NOW..

He bled forehead a large contusion.. brought such gossip trials.. filed in naught more than illusion.. made fake statements filed.. by corruption folks around say ‘such a long time known’.. his lies thought wise by drunkards eyes staring from vacant thrones..

‘Bring down this sinner’ roared the clown of blood and gold.. slap him with lies from all who despise those poor.. alone.. ignore from floor to heaven his lies from unknown love.. his swastika was all they missed from hate and fisted glove..

I cannot nor do I wish to even speak of such.. who has the understanding of a cockroach on a crutch.. his fame a game of negatives that long since lost a way.. to make a life devoid of strife confusion took his day..

‘Get them out’ I heard him shout his voice a rusty hinge.. his mind in fear of lost marbles as winos from a binge.. he cares not for the child of mother raped while village burned.. he cares not for the sickness in his mind as love returned..

His fear is queer in face of anything that makes him feel.. his paranoid reactions make him blind to what is real.. He cannot hear his name true uttered from gutters he made.. his conscious is a drunk with gun one hand.. hellfire was his blade..

Karma flow your magic carry tragic such as he.. into path of a cleansing wind blown cross the seas.. let cool love deny the sins he sees creates and then.. blame falsely on the minds and lives of all women and men..

Save a grave for a denizen of hell such as he an alley where sweet sleep will never set him free.. take him to the childhood love denied makes monsters live.. and fear of those he thinks will take please let him feel to give.. 

Peace Tony

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Li’l Donny Hate..


AND SO THE CLOWN SHOWS HIS TEETH.. LAUGHING IN DISRESPECT OF ALL THAT SAYS ‘FREE’.. IN ALL THAT SAYS ‘EQUAL’.. IN ALL ‘LOVE’ THAT FRIGHTENS HIM SO.. PIC INTERNET

As his friends in school would fool around with light and dark.. Li’l Donny with his chaperone would do the park.. all around cash for the pound he did torture well.. all those who opposed delusion from his wishing well..

As mature his hate came pure to hide behind bad jokes.. flipping homes of others as those who flip lives selling smokes.. another story for the wit learned at tit of a bore.. who learned to bully well all across the schoolyard floor..

‘Winner winner’ said the sinner after dinner talks.. in the most expensive place where fatso thinner walks.. take a story from his gory words spent putting down.. anyone who has a need that frightens fat dumb clowns..

Make a war declaring more of industry and oil.. forget what you set created on primitive floors.. ignorance is not a fault yet he chose this play.. learned at 7 years before more facts got in his way..

Tell me Mother.. tell me Father of my great insides.. tell me how no one can stem the Lil Donny tide.. please not one true word of light and care for lives so stark.. just remember hatred fear made to sound a lark..

Now a world in balance.. once again evil roars loud.. to give reasons false he falsely acts and is so proud.. of the way he hides his fear look stutters in his gait.. his end in lives he helps or spends.. this Li’l Donny Hate..  

Pity a Fool.. Peace Tony

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Paper Children burning..


For those of dream.. turn life and love to living dreams.. Peace Tony

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STORY OF A PRINCESS.. HOMES OF GOLDEN LOGS.. JUST PAST THE THIRD HILLTOP.. UNDERNEATH THE FOG..STORY OF A PRINCESS.. HOMES OF GOLDEN LOGS.. JUST PAST THE THIRD HILLTOP.. UNDERNEATH THE FOG..

Burning passion turning yearning bleeds confusion young.. memories recalling scars.. legends.. stories sung..

‘at ten years I knew the streets.. had paper routes galore.. saving for another day.. just to save some more’..

Bobby glory found in story.. not much in a clinch.. ‘just another day then say it’  easy.. float a cinch..

Greg looked over.. smiled at me.. another story told.. I smiled back.. same cub pack.. same social fold..

Years come.. they gonna go.. times come time again.. make it new.. each day I grew.. made old-time my friend..

Giants of old Industry.. bosses who ‘knew best’.. times come time again.. times come to a test..

Muscle brains rustled strains of memory and moves.. find ’em young you children.. your soul.. with nature’s grooves..

Media passed to masses.. passed as gas deplored.. robots…

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Bohemian Bite..


For all we sense.. all we feel.. can be what is.. as true is real.. (pic inet)

On and on the figure shadows from thought spinning lights.. turning every yearning to dreamed convenient sights.. on the corner of the block where camptown children romp.. statues enter maladies remembering bully stomps..  

Wandering in dreams but most times wandering for real..  what is there before greed shared a beauty that won’t yield.. true as blue of sky when bluer times of tender years.. I read of heroes long forgotten.. some clown folk some of tears..

Neath the covers for teen lovers all secret and true.. something innocent a love brought on my path to you.. never thought to sever nor bring clever childish games.. to a world eternal nothing lost non are the same..

Place me with a chipmunk when my wind brings air for good.. face free showing soul and spunk spinning through the wood.. bring me round when life has found a purpose and a way.. you my love forever and my love in faith will stay..

Come a time for leaving we fondly bid adieu.. to the many friends and those blind to me and you.. on a solid path of dirt rich dark to nourish trees.. forest of the many who live free.. do as they please.. cry a story city child.. heal your bloodied knees..  

Peace Tony

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Flowing true..


Days of ponder.. days of thought.. quench burnt feelings.. overwrought.. bring jugs labeled ‘liquid love’.. I stand alone.. below above..

Young a child I ran wild grabbing life each day.. down around old black town blues song came my way.. understanding felt each belt and pelt of living fur.. true to moments passing friend of feral friend of cur..

Women minds passion to find a young man always needs.. man thinks primal woman of a teen dreamed passion steed.. in a time of reckoning.. in times of cold heartbreak.. fine lines blame come confused though nary a mistake..

Just a dream laid on in schemes of B grade TV crud..  heroes written into stories death no drops of blood.. pain insane behind a brain lain caskets long ago.. said in yards and bed of bored who never seek the flow..  

Got a song of right and wrong never to impose.. my love inside that never hides a path I walk that glows.. with a story.. pain or glory love or heartbreak scenes.. I know my mind.. know of unkind.. live truly what I mean..

Just one word.. one truth so heard as train whistles will blow.. naught will change or rearrange what is as moments go.. to a place that has true faces or a liars hell.. played for fair by those who care that have a truth to tell..

Peace Tony

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