Winning Big.. for Cash..


NOW.. I PROMISE YOU A THRILL.. YOU SEND ME TWENTY DOLLARS.. AND WE MOVE ON!.. Toady Grandma Looking Woman.. w/knife and attitude..

NOW.. I PROMISE YOU A THRILL.. YOU SEND ME TWENTY DOLLARS.. AND WE MOVE ON!.. Toady Grandma Looking Woman.. w/knife and attitude..

Song has come in symphony.. others feature splash.. coming round to fashion.. dance a foot twisting dance mash.. 

There are those of fashion clothes who engineer and print.. a lesson in small letters.. a gift of gold appears to glint..

Letter came yesterday.. snail mail with a stamp.. official look it seemed to say.. money for your camp.. 

said..

‘Howdy Sir you are in luck.. you have won three million bucks’.. common sense confused in pride.. three million bucks..  it implied.. every comma.. t was crossed.. dotted eye.. no syntax lost.. ‘is it true?’ I asked my mind.. who could be that bloody kind?.. ‘have a look’ I told my wife.. ‘we may be set.. set for life’.. she saw the game.. of money true.. said ‘they want 20 bucks from you’.. 

I retrieved sane from the wild.. how I could help some orphan child?.. in the greed.. money game.. laid on lies.. still the same.. all across seas.. cross each land.. gamblers dice.. a farmer’s hand.. in a dream.. another baits.. your silent greed.. in twisted fates..

Many games.. many roads.. relieved ballast.. carried loads.. things stupid.. things thought wise.. wasted time.. a phony prize.. what I still love.. come along.. melodic peace.. sing along..

Those of money.. with a choice.. build a school.. lend your voice.. strong in song.. strong in love.. example from a golden dove..

When oil is tanked by ships.. across oceans.. computer trips..

A promise lost.. for each heart done.. our energy is in the sun.. they watch  exhaust.. see a rift.. ozone gone.. weather shift.. warming swarm met liar dude.. destroys for cash.. rude interlude.. one again.. numbers not known.. an empty world.. an empty throne..

As we live.. breath and stand.. sun has a gift.. across each land.. up to you.. as up to me.. a better source.. of energy.. a peaceful world..

at peace and free..

Once while riding an elevator up to a courtroom I heard another passenger saying.. in his chains.. ‘you forget how fucked up it is until you get back here’.. a fat deputy told him to ‘shut up’.. everyone in that car knew the truth of this situation.. yet the dance continued.. it still continues.. with each accepted lie.. Peace Tony

©AC.11.12.12.arr././

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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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