Drummin’ deaf..


'How will I face Aunt Matilda?.. will I be thus miffed.. tears ran down her cheeks.. turned her head.. from love a gift..

     When  I face Aunt Matilda?.. will I be thus miffed.. tears ran down her cheeks.. turned her head.. from love a gift..

Know you from someplace.. somewhere.. was it really you?.. words of promise.. act to place.. cause react ain’t quite true..

Papers fetid vapors of a world dreamed by a man.. who competes in hated love.. saw his father stand..

Heartbeat tells me of my gut.. gut true to a dream.. acting from the inner innermost you hear a scream..

Deaf drummer beats a bummer for the well-read blind.. while happy living dance sing songs of those who lost their mind..

‘Understand here take my hand.. give purpose your will.. dream comes round the next bend.. droll ends dreams bring a thrill’..

kind of like the child you were.. as remembered was.. million days forgotten peace.. done to bring what does.. the time you felt important.. showed what you thought true.. your path and what you focused on.. may bring your dreams to you..

drink a flagon with a dragon seen in those teen days..  Maid named Marianne will take your hand.. through lonely haze.. then a home.. the GI Bill.. children in the school.. a sunny day round the world.. cept for a warring fool..

need no medals flower petals show a joy in life.. love a lover.. found a mate.. socially called ‘wife’.. every man and every woman.. every uttered word.. makes it wondrous beautiful.. destruction is absurd..

raise a glass to masters who shared worlds with their paints.. dance to music maker.. who sings of loves and saints.. healer is a dealer or a giver of more years.. your life given you freely.. your own brave.. your private fears..

sun is done as instrument still lights image brings food.. from the ground.. a feast for every living girl and dude.. each dream set to dreams of money.. small or large in size.. no matter cost.. won or lost.. peace found is the prize..

Thought.. ‘today is a sunny day of peace.. things are so clear we need not take example from those who have forgotten how to dream.. how to love.. how  to create.. just one good thing.. well done reflects to my soul’.. Peace Tony

©AC.16.9.13.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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