He brought me water..


English: Black-and-white photographic portrait...

AS HIS WORDS ENTERED ENDEMIC ‘GENIUS’.. HIS PASSION.. HIS PAIN.. TOOK HIM TO ASK ONE QUESTION.. ‘WHERE IS THE BAR?..                        English: Black-and-white photographic portrait of writer F. Scott Fitzgerald. Courtesy of the Minnesota Historical Society. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Old Friend since a child.. they call ‘infidel’.. pretense of their deity to love or fall to Hell..

I a humble poet beg you search your eyes.. mirror heart.. what you know.. your personal.. your wise..

When thirsty he brought you water.. cared for you and yours.. as a young child you shared a path that opened doors.. faith storied no question.. no breach in child young true.. did he bring you water?..

Pray a peaceful due..

Now the mouth of politics.. money changers gold.. shame you.. order to forget the sick.. the child that holds.. love always a good thing.. loved believes your soul.. away from fear created.. who seek to control.. 

Years from times of laughter.. stories shared laid down.. help you to remember.. when robots come to town.. save life of a kitten.. innocent and bug.. keep your good personal..

No bully or thug..

Can take peaceful resolve .. strong though beaten numb..

Your old friend brought you water.. shared his food.. morsel and crumb.. 

Confusion is an evil.. no fear.. or gossip dust.. can take from you that memory .. that old friend whom you trust..

Thirst is quenched with water.. splash water.. such young fun.. turn from the horizon.. of destruction toys called ‘guns’..

Thought.. ‘Show me a hero I will write you a tragedy’.. F. Scott Fitzgerald  ‘seek not to judge your neighbor lest you find purchase in your own home’.. ‘Stargate’ ‘Ori’.. Origins.. ‘the time ain’t tall.. if on time you depend.. no special word is possessed by no special friend.. though the line is cut.. it ain’t quite the end.. I’ll bid fare thee well till we meet again’.. Bob Dylan.. ‘Lonesome Farewell’.. My childhood friends were true.. ‘true in love.. true in trust.. true to the knowledge.. of diamonds.. and dust..

Young soldiers purpose.. given for free.. another confusion.. comes for you and me.. A. H. Capper.. Peace Tony

©AC.19.8.13.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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