Blast talk Riding..

Unique each of us.. On the ocean of living things..

Unique each of us.. On the ocean of living things..


My friend spoke had troubled eyes.. push to pull.. he made no sense.. was confused running from the bull..

Yell to guilt.. vent repent.. treading puddle pumps.. deal with as you can my friend.. analyze or jump..

Wild eyed pressed his nothing point.. anger bullied through.. ‘I laugh at my own anger’.. I said.. ‘sure can laugh at you’.. extreme times a friend will bend.. show strength.. show I care.. when dust and smoke settles.. you will find me there..

Sweet Molly Harp names reeds I play with a wind torn soul.. hawk is always coming.. sunshine.. blues is how I roll.. ‘love’ I say it.. how I play it.. learn.. blues sets my stage.. a peaceful mind.. a hope to find.. when turning the next page..

Thought.. ‘The only true unknown is fate’.. ‘Transfer of responsibility must be a human condition.. weathering it.. a friend’s 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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