Dancing Cantor..


English: Dancing girl in a park

HER DANCE PULSED TO THE MUSIC.. NO THOUGHT FOR HER MOTHER AND SISTER.. NO THOUGHT FOR HER MAN.. NO THOUGHT FOR ANY BUT THE MUSIC.. THE DANCE.. English: Dancing girl in a park (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As image from a European cool ruled what he wore.. to dance with strobes.. homophobes.. pretty girls and more.. button shoes.. looks to use.. kinky advertise.. eyes expression.. bar sex session.. his pants come down.. ‘surprise’..

Tenderloin purloined.. passion rough trade.. music.. lies.. laughs with girls.. women.. and his little bro who tries.. called by name I guess this game comes in a social mix.. in a person.. in a love.. this is only sex..

my thoughts untangled doorbell jangled.. time to hit the door.. cool is cool.. for nosy fools who quietly keep score.. once again a strange wolf den.. or party fun with dance..  performed good everywhere.. to know it at a glance..

Walking past the ‘Classic Cat’.. a sailor’s delight.. where many men from countries far spend money every night..

Punk is drunk found a skunk costume at the house.. inside a trunk Grandma was leasing to a mouse..

Fame will name great and lame on ‘first impression row’.. where thinking leads to drinking.. be stoned rather than know..

Run then use confuse.. drink booze.. snooze ’til the next night.. you perform.. play to the storm.. feel the coming light.. send you back to your rack.. sleep becomes a tool.. to dream away cartoons in play.. wipe clean the hurt and drool..

Story.. empty glory.. despite ‘sauce’ truth will flow.. story is just story.. to read but never grow..

True comes when you meet your love.. energy thought wild.. comes to tame your game in name..

And love to raise your child..

Thought.. ‘Knowing that who I am remains a constant is never boring.. who could be bored in the passing of time?.. Simplicity may seem easy.. yet it is good when foundation holds in social inertia true and false.. loved or hated.. physically alone.. it may invite treachery when self is ignored.. for who you are is your life.. given to you in the flow of a universe incomprehensible.. to share in purpose and strength’..  Peace Tony

©AC.26.8.13.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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