Long ago remembered yet close as morning sun.. no impressions forced discretions young looking up fun.. could be any neighborhood any social role.. freedom precious in a love.. time spent in my soul..
Grass about one fourth mile square where I sold used cars.. that job mouth passes lies.. shine goes from a star.. what others planned for me.. said it as a trust.. time the final broker.. leaves it in the dust..
2 years pass my dog and I walking in a song.. back is covered understood.. I knew him for so long.. across the park Old Mission waits.. friends there standing true.. speak of music.. things that matter.. hold rights in review..
Mom and Dad were always there.. living in their dream.. I was teen laughing green busting at the seams.. no dream will be seen until each moonbeam.. is inthe home you come to after walking ‘trail of dreams’..
Second free in my heart sung through every bone.. peaceful love for everyone.. at peace standing alone.. freedom second held in time see others wild and tame.. is peaceful love enough for me.. would I miss the game?
Day always is dawning ocean waves lap easy calm.. peace aesthetic runs through me.. as with a barkers balm.. passed in best of feeling.. no gold coin exchange.. flow a feel of peace my friends.. see well the known and strange.
It is a good day here in W.LA. It is good in our home. Each thing has a beauty. ‘Eye of the beholder’ and all.. Peace Tony