Maji tacked to Dream..

English: Early 16th century ivory carving of t...

AS THEY LIVE.. LET THEM LIVE IN TRUTH.. English: Early 16th century ivory carving of the Adoration of the Magi from the upper Rhine region of Germany or Holland, Honolulu Academy of Arts (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Audible said laudable when reason seems to hide.. perhaps between naps raps and traps no reason cried.. gilded as a gelding who long ago has lost.. gilded with no substance.. is a liars cost..

Nothing lost in nowhere.. it cannot be seen.. path from fog.. to hollow logs of lies and jumping beans..

Feeling passed glued to the mast.. liars in time run.. find another lie to peddle.. money.. travel.. fun.. they speak of good purpose.. lie about the truth.. stamp with ‘we approve your groove’.. give one 10K gold tooth.. yours if you believe.. in what they laying down.. beware lies about nothing.. the rule in ‘nothing town’..

Piled from floor to ceiling.. on the roof a man.. with a broom and microscope.. he trashes as he can.. anything that may expose what is known as true.. act to make nothing a fact..

Lies are a nothing due.. 

Where ‘brass tacks’ are driven.. quiet night alone.. deep inside a true ride.. your soul sits on a throne.. 

Time of doubt.. time of worry.. mirrored in your self.. another time to freewheel.. perhaps a Maji Elf.. sprinkles dust.. a little trust.. at ‘Fountain Spring of Themes’.. to help along science and song..

Build solid loving dreams..

Thought.. ‘As I see lies melt to nothing.. pictured as a chunk of ice floating to warm water and dissolving.. as the ridiculous voice that denies global warming.. a voice which sounds much like the voice that runs from impatience to lie.. trying to validate war.. it is quandary for me when I see the cruelty of weapons outlawed so long ago.. (nerve gas) being used on civilians.. or anyone.. impulse says.. ‘stop it’ any way possible’.. experience tells me.. do not validate it.. do not extend the insanity in any way.. there is a peaceful world.. folks just need to ‘change  their minds’.. it really is that simple.. though when younger I did not see the simplicity.. I would find excuses said to me as reason by the same mouths..

Brothers.. sisters.. we knew more as children.. as infants.. as do our progeny.. let us take war and leave it in the smoking rubble of the destructive crime it is’.. Peace Tony 


Portrait of Mooda Maji of Coorg. Watercolor on...

Portrait of Mooda Maji of Coorg. Watercolor on ivory miniature. 2.9 x 2.2 inches (7.3 x 5.7 cm). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


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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