Gentle softly moving tends flocks in the sky.. ageless.. is it timeless?.. in her smile her loving eye.. sheep of clouds.. dance along.. royal.. proud.. to quiet songs..
Verse to jasmine musk.. dawn rises before dusk..
Collage flows from history.. defined close scenes appear.. her loom put to finest threads.. for life in coming years..
Hooker booked in song past dwellers.. hate to present day.. Giant of a blues song.. a living broken heart song.. like lost love token.. too strong.. blues song.. in living play..
Sylph turns to my singing.. notes weeping and ringing.. sheep clouds gather water for our rain.. colors pure reflected.. deep felt and respected.. warm fed and protected.. once again..
Thought.. ‘Despite what mankind has done.. it appears the past.. indeed anything that contradicts what one feels is real becomes inconvenient.. will cause many to dwell in illusion.. this leads to a corruptions of what was.. thus hiding it from future folks.. I offer ‘The Dark Ages’.. or just history as proof of this disturbing reality.. if these things are such common knowledge.. if peace is
simple.. why is it not fact?’.. Peace Tony
HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO EVERYONE.. MY WISH IS PEACE OF MIND.. THE PRICELESS GIFT OF HAPPY.. FREE OF MALICE.. FEAR.. AND SUSPICION.. TRUST TO REPLACE THESE PETTY HATEFUL THINGS THAT AFFLICT ALL AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER..
TO THOSE OF GREAT ROYAL PRETENSE.. AND THOSE OF ROYALTY.. THERE ARE BEGGARS.. DRUNKS AND ORPHANS WHO WISH TO ADDRESS YOUR COURT.. THERE ARE THOSE OF STRANGE SPEECH AND CUSTOM WHO WISH TO REBUILD WHAT HAS BEEN LOST IN WAR.. PERHAPS.. YOUR MAJESTY.. THEY REMEMBER TO PREVENT FUTURE ATROCITY..