Sage page comin’



Damn fine easy story poem lay it in a song.. note by note blues.. listen to..   not to sing along..

Cold road misting glimmer.. a drum quiet afar.. pebbles sound in living.. under brilliant stars..  

Quarter mile down the road man shoulders rifle mean.. defending  pretense from a liars scene..

Young brave he is ready.. they said it must be.. validate before the fates and feeling set him free..

Extorted in guilty.. at the ‘fix em farm’.. place they treated me for this and that.. a broken arm..  

Tell you brother.. sister.. found it on the road.. set down all your gavels.. toss that gossip load..

Woe before.. close that door.. you can make it still.. forgive that lifelong horror.. killin’ done.. young blood spilled..

Thought.. ‘pretense.. false pride.. and inertia created from such.. when the bill is presented for damages.. are expensive beyond reason.. for damages serve to pay for unreasonable actions’..

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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