Dirty Weather.. clear..


WRONG WAY PIG.. NAME OF 'JACK'.. RUNS A KILLING FLOOR.. PURPOSE THE PACK..

WRONG WAY PIG.. NAME OF ‘JACK’.. RUNS A KILLING FLOOR.. PURPOSE FOR THE PACK..

 

Hello old friend.. see another at your side.. same ol’ po’ boy here.. love you all.. pleased to abide.. seen a tatoo artist knowing nothing bout tat ink.. heard bored restless screams.. childish needs.. make any stink.. seen a lot of portable.. excusing info bends.. muscle memory must do what memory sends..

Saw it long ago in compromise for ostrich sake.. pawed and recommended as the ‘brilliant without brakes’.. turn away good teacher.. experience will hold.. expected by a mother.. any heat.. and any cold.. love will carry.. thrust and parry.. protect what you dream.. family.. my loved ones.. in truth.. in ‘what seems’..

Old friend do you still tarry?.. hold guilt of a lie?.. our moment peaceful is at hand.. let go and try.. act for true may come haunt you.. give you blame and woe.. down talk gossips nothing.. fool must shine another show..  

I play a sweet song now and then when sweet true comes to me.. blues.. good news.. nature’s paths.. blue song flyin’ free..  met the weary liar.. pedantic in his cheer.. never knows himself.. his best friend 10 cold beers..

Did you see.. last time out.. you know.. last time around.. shameful terror.. staged in money.. shook up freedom’s ground.. only satisfaction now in what then came to be.. in our country’s wisdom.. a good taste.. most don’t like tea..

Do you have a question?.. most I met agree.. better kind.. dog for the blind.. a goal of ‘equal’.. ‘free’.. Message in my woman’s eyes.. entrance to the cave.. living free.. challenge surprise.. freed dance.. with love to save..

Sit with me.. play your song.. harp guitar or keys.. work a love song night and day.. true.. got no disease.. tell me of your travels friend.. come here.. laugh in sport.. I got a song or two for you.. let’s play .. have some port..

Thought.. ‘No political cause is greater than simple.. decent.. truth.. Peace Tony

©AC.25.6.14.arr././

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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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