Birdland Emissaries..


‘Hear ye in the meeting of Birdland ticks and tocks.. having spoken of gold tokens.. with otter.. seal and fox.. exchange of sane ideas.. with dolphins.. snakes and ox..

Rabbi come see flying lives.. bring bagel and some lox..

Each of you has opinion based on observed fact.. read your finding.. never mindings.. clear succinct with tact’.. 

Mr. Owl said ‘politic fowl as coyote howled.. Social Finch.. ‘Scrooge the Grinch’.. who speaks in scary growls.. spoke to hammer down a yammer noise po’ folk in need.. bout a living hand that will nurture heal and feed’.. 

Mr. Eagle.. Mr. Hawk silent from on high.. looked at peaceful brethren.. sighed then as feathered sigh.. whisper of the peace found high above the human crew.. in the silent.. thoughts of peaceful good for me and you.. 

‘look to understand as man excuse not worth a damn.. one child cry.. one answered why.. beats filibuster ham.. imagine mind.. try to find.. anywhere at all.. any species known won’t let another like them fall..

Little lives feathers.. fur.. infant in its skin.. gut in sense.. no pretense of any money spin.. will confuse a primal need.. nothing worth it true.. evil is a word of man.. good is what I do..

As another mammal.. turning each life page.. respect for life felt.. primal love.. shake in primal rage.. social can confuse one.. smooth or bumpy ride.. you can trust as other species.. what you are inside’..

Humbly now I close my notes.. thank my feathered hosts.. thank my Mom her man my sister.. departed loved ones ghosts.. thanks for each met in the seconds.. those here through the years.. my life in music played.. playing loss in tears..

Thought.. ‘so as it went I was going to write something profound about this latest exercise in stupidity when I realized.. it is obvious to a child.. hopefully this is the end of the Tea Party as a political entity of any consequence.. what an enormously immature pretense..

Howling when thoughts of disrespect.. (their own to be sure).. come to them.. are there no limits for such as these?.. can decency not be seen by such as these?.. and if they stepped back suddenly.. would their heads snap off in the asses of those they think to serve?..

OH QUESTIONS OF CONSEQUENCE IN THE INTELLECTUAL HIGHS OF ‘BIRDLAND’.. a blues man.. a jazz man.. a man of love..

Peace Tony



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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