my mind could not believe.. could not comprehend.. ‘it must be me’.. tragic.. checked and checked again.. found the swagger of the braggart telling how he gained.. fooled hard-working dreamers.. pretense laughing at their pain..
when I find a rough road living.. effort to do good.. learn it turn it to my soul.. what is understood.. when the poet sheds his last tear.. offers his last cup.. when fear or caution hampers love which could erupt..
raucous laughter music crafter mirrors music love.. my wealth of stealth through beauty dreams.. my wingman is a dove..
Mr. Money.. Mrs. Honey.. calm beauty inside.. as dolphin travel to their mate.. on a friendly tide..
ease from mess of fear and stress.. true to very best.. a friend waits you know very well.. played ‘close to the vest’.. a shine reflects your gemstones.. dreams become real art.. a friend heard said these very words..
‘I cannot wait to start!..
my looking-glass is shining color.. faith found in a ring.. I lay here in this hammock.. songs to write and sing.. hope honor to save a life.. with words to bring peace near..
word is love forever.. ’til I cry my last tear’..
Thought.. ‘then as I gained perspective.. (after all it was day after day.. and so on).. I again learned to treat myself as well as a loved one.. when I am peaceful.. easy on myself.. I say ‘good Tony’ is around.. 🙂 .. Peace Tony