Outposts world around some from outer space.. images thoughts creations dreams behind each face.. I do not care for nightmares love the music blues.. have a care for here and there have love..
To light the fuse..
Create state yours with fate seen some is imposed.. throes of passion.. autos crashing doors seem opened- closed.. inside a good ride passed on by you when a child.. joyful play each night and day..
Give tomorrow style..
Darkness in the brightest richest castles of olde kings.. self measured as sons of god.. to claim everything.. robbers wore uniforms get easy respect.. killing for lies in a promise..
Of kings, Cardinals sects..
Who among people acting in this play.. freedom thought creation bound from feelings each day.. would destroy throw down as toys for vindictive greed.. blackest artists found in childish want..
Calling it need..
Fifty-five still ten years old richest in the land.. spoiled beyond belief Mama did not understand.. spoiled is soiled when passed in gas run to expensive toys.. who atones for the drones..
When killers are deployed..
When wartime or violent plans
.. which shepherd in the night.. will denounce teach to avoid what cannot be right.. write a song.. a story long.. about what you know best.. about beauty of days to come.. my friend..
As you head West..
Sometimes I remember and sing the songs from South Pacific. My folks have the original sound track from the play with Mary Martin and Ezio Pinza. They are all wonderful.. but today I thought of ‘Cockeyed Optimist’ and ‘Happy Talk’.. Peace Tony