Money in the Trash Can

Perspective true is the consistency life needs to flourish.. grow.. Peace Tony

Cryinforthedyin's Blog

Spent time running rhyme about feelings, how I stand…high school, what folks thought before I

All these spoils bought no peace..this wicked road..

left to cross the land..what is real what not, honor true for me, who is sold or bought, who aspires to be free..

Down in Mexico..Sineloa way, learned about difference aint a rainy washout day..seen folks born into fates to make dirt from matter where I traveled good to have some cash on hand..

Saw two men talking quiet huddled L.A. way..on the Eastside in an alley, were not dressed that way..intense they appeared I sensed like a bear to way today these bees can stop me from that money..

I imagined what there was in leather briefcase brown..the argument was where they would hide it while in town..I became impatient with their henhouse bicker drawl..I wanted what was there buy cars, take women to the…

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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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