Lost bullets felt.. in Glancing Views..







Lost he was lost such a cost paid for no gain.. look for easy good.. bring so many so much pain.. 27 dead.. T.V. man looked for reasons.. spoke of young man’s seasons.. nothing much with nothing said..

I try in shock to understand.. such blood upon the land.. turn.. then turn about.. where are Bluebirds..  Cub Scouts?..

In a school a host of postal workers wrote a book.. frustrate heard him screaming.. carry fish ads on a hook.. bloody gonna get em.. guns all make the news.. gotta see the light with 90 million glancing views..

3 maybe 4 decades charade parade of lies.. war for gold or money no idea of who will die.. blind will never find their eyes connected to a heart.. pumps inside what they denied.. sent in a blood soaked  cart..

little kids enter beds nursery rhymes sung.. ‘the worms crawl in the worms crawl out’.. cancer on young lungs..

Sitting back checking old tracks on his skin.. a junky who killed no one.. but his habit strikes again.. private issues.. dirty tissues put out on parade.. wars newspapers.. denied warming.. high tides warming made..

War made into story no glory for a child.. golden grooves make children move.. found with mayhem wild.. 

Bloody master excusing war and massacre.. bloody fools deluded changing clear to a blur.. What point useless folly? it controls no other mind.. real inside living.. many places so defined..

To the blues man crying looks out hears whistle of the train.. love of that time leaving.. sunlight to bitter cold rain..

Do no favors killer.. kill no other pain.. a little thing.. from small child times.. drove you flat insane..

Stand you men of violent nature.. stand against that thought.. turns you wild killer styled a T.V. story sought..

Let no word or action.. let no law or bill.. turn you killer child.. for no romance or thrill.. is found when you pull a trigger.. saw it on the news..

Along with 90 million others with a glancing view..

Thought for this day.. ‘Watching western shows as a boy.. I would always inject myself in the plot.. I would be the quiet man.. who the audience knows is the fastest.. I would be gentle and only draw when forced to’..

‘Still.. I knew it was written by another.. it is entertainment..  In dreams I saved so many folks.. a hero of dreams.. a man of honor.. How is this good warped so?.. why did this young man not have a friend to speak to.. have we become so robotic?’.. No cell phone.. no computer tool.. no anything will take or match the value of communication with another person from your time.. sometimes it just takes one to understand.. Peace Tony



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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