Slipshod Pumpin’


Foam on waves never saves any time past.. lot of folks have cars with spokes.. feelin’ good at last.. black thick oil to burn or boil profits always good.. so rich he got a harem bitch.. acts like product should..

So by my turban.. always urban ’till I get it home..  a camel haunts me as the truth told in sand and foam..

Ten Gallon Hat worn by old Fat Tom and his two sons.. struttin’ poppin’ buttons.. ivory handles on their guns..  Worn to those born just remind them how oil is sumpin’.. said ‘cross me once you ragged dunce’ your heart will cease to pumpin’..

Power Pancho glowered at the fees paid by BP.. working back door deals with Shell and other companies.. ‘recompense? makes no sense’ he shouted clear and shrill.. they need us.. we saw to that.. screw them and the spill..

High carbon steel under drills make money night and day.. any person.. any age.. luck seems to come their way..  still it rankles like a pebble.. just a little stone.. in my boot for fifty years.. digging to the bone..

The lands of sand and camels.. of holy histories.. get together we must weather hunger.. thirst disease.. all around the world we have what man has hungered for.. each life will live best in love.. when there is no war..

So wheel your feel the speed of light waits for your command.. do it well love.. make it right.. for peace upon the land.. 

Dance your dance true dancer.. take  love by the hand.. infants born and unborn wait for a peace played by the band.. ballad tells of future peace a garden here on earth.. make heaven true each birth lives well in love to share their  worth..

Words for this day.. In speaking with a protagonist from one of my works.. ‘John D. Lintsavvy Phd’.. I realized how wonderful this world should be.. it would not take any more effort.. far less in fact for malevolent thought and feeling would take no energy.. create no enemies in delusion..  I dream of joy in learning and creation.. peace without fear of the unknown.. for what each knew would be theirs to share .. what was made would be artistic in any profession.. accidents and coincidence would be understood for what they are.. it only seems like euphoric dreaming because we do not do it.. Peace Tony

©AC.28.11.12.arr././  (all writings are fiction.. all dreams of peace are real.. any resemblance to any situation or person living or dead is unintentional)


About cryinforthedyin

I write philosophy and poetry. I postulate solutions for problems..I find similiar things in history to compare to present day, hoping to find a solution to the seemingly difficult task of giving and receiving love. I play music. Blues harp, piano, guitar, electric and acoustic. I sing..I love to sing..Peace Tony
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