Putztown Drama..

A display.. by Thomas Khun..  I am now reading.. and recommend.. esp. for those who did not  see and live it.... 'Age of Delirium'.. by David Shatter..  (rise and fall of the U.S.S.R)

A display.. by Thomas Khun..
I am now reading.. and recommend.. esp. for those who did not see and live it…. ‘Age of Delirium’.. by David Shatter.. (rise and fall of the U.S.S.R)

Confused.. perhaps abused.. refused.. did T.V. set the stage?.. speaking of the lost.. downhearted.. shouting blame in rage..

Down the street gossips.. and serious expound.. on every salesman.. coupon.. music children call ‘new sound’..

Barrooms echo laughter.. dancing.. goosing girls in fun.. some romancing find the one with world class  legs and buns..

E.Bernays from the grave suggests how a mind.. can be called ‘suggestible’  when paths explored.. designed..

For the masses.. unknown asses.. genius in the rough.. controllers of your data these days.. lie to prove and bluff..

Meanwhile in a home somewhere on plains or mountains high.. thirst needs water clean.. food for a hungry baby’s cry..

Long dry spells.. sinking wells.. each well done with care.. nature gonna come your sum is what you have to share..  

Every preacher.. teacher.. mother.. giver to each cause.. laughing children pray to God.. a bunny.. Santa Clause..

As when I was a child decades gone before.. negative tears cried in vain.. no liars breech or score.. could deceive what seen.. believed as time brought me to years..  relief is but a sense away from conquering all fears..

Neighbor man.. quiet type.. long years down the street.. never spoke a word to me.. just sat on his porch seat..

One grey morning oohs and aahs..  noises of surprise.. dreams of years came like tears.. each dream built from his eyes..

Found him laughing.. spinning.. trying to decide.. which dream to build.. which to trash.. which to keep and ride..

Soul flow most amazing rainbows dragged by unicorns.. at fifty years a child found life.. at fifty years was born..

Thought.. ‘When reason cannot be found it is unreasonable to continue’..  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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