Walk reflects grace spoken.. child knows how to please.. proudly gives you tokens.. pony clouds ride thunder breeze..
All in dream perfection.. gossip’s lone boo hoo.. lies live their protection.. sections rotted in a shoe..
Never thought for feet that beat the grass in tv land.. return more repeats round asses groped by lecher hands..
Feet seems not long ago ran bases for the team.. hands that played.. polished guitar wood.. deep a lightning gleam..
Stories from felt inside.. so deep they must be true.. written times of silver dimes.. when honor had a due..
All past stories shame or glories.. I will write and sing.. as unique selves like my own meet time the fates must bring..
Second excerpt from book in progress..
‘they have always rabble roused.. instilled fear.. using every communication and trick in partial or totally false storied pretense.. the primal must bes of survival.. propagation of species.. a cave to call it’s own.. those primal needs and fears of losing them in social activity.. of any kind.. are exploited by knowing and unknowing.. each of them product of billions of years kinship to species.. to our fine.. beautiful world.. each human the world round.. no matter place or position.. seeks to survive peacefully in the relatively new stage where 90 percent or more of everything an urban sees is product of someone’s imagination.. we will do better as individuals’..