Inside a soul Watches


My old friend looking at me.. eyes remind me.something was promised.. we used to laugh.. an uncompromising love for over a decade..:-) Peace Tony

My old friend looking at me ‘Dorg’.. eyes reminding me.. something was promised.. we used to laugh.. an uncompromising love for over a decade..:-) Peace Tony

Friends known growing through their boyhood.. brothers in their teens.. looking on to others.. finding lifestyles in their means..

Down a city street.. or in a wooded prairy fog .. love.. dance.. experience.. they spoke on love of a dog..

John found religion.. did not talk about it much.. social ways.. nights and days.. some called it a crutch..

Billy did not know his faith.. did not know how deep.. what he thought on nightly.. inside himself to keep..

Friends would travel with them.. just before the storm.. when the storm came to their town.. it took away the ‘norm’.. 

Did not know another show just what and who they were.. when storm tears through a land.. evil ripples stir..

Dogs who lost their human home found other canine friends.. primal to survive.. nothing told.. could not pretend..

No let down.. or blame to bring the evil to dog minds.. the human friends would watch good canines.. learning true and kind..

When the storm in any form.. in any mix or place.. takes expected.. feel rejected.. gone old living space..

There are things never for sale.. things all living need.. regardless of hate or love.. living all will bleed..

After harm has hit the farm.. flat taken all you own.. after lies you missed surprise you.. dunces on the throne.. all the fancy restaurants.. food.. models and shows.. you have a worth in hope.. a decent hope a canine knows..

In times of disaster when no master speaks a law.. when your heart.. what you love.. what you sensed and saw.. is your dream for building new.. seconds of this life.. your yes your nos are simple.. one hand bible.. one hand knife..

Still there is expression though you find talk is slow.. quiet in respect you tell another what you know.. every picture.. every piece of silver.. money too.. was loved by someone.. somewhere.. who may look a lot like you..

Thought for this day.. ‘It is a good feeling to know myself.. to know that if all material things were lost.. there will be honor.. there will be faith in who I am.. what I believe.. if nothing more than a chance to do good.. perhaps learn to do more good.. then there is purpose.. something that cannot be sold.. for purpose is direction with a goal I approve of.. reason to live’.. Peace Tony

©AC.12.1.13.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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