Fairystones.. buried bones..

Young man came.. looked the same as just yesterday.. eyes held question.. kind of hidden.. still I had to say.. ‘what is it?.. what did you lose?.. are you puzzled how to act?’..  

he said ‘What to do when what they say ain’t truth in play.. or close to fact.. what good a handshake.. signed contract.. or based on nothing pact?’..

I was close enough to see.. found easy to feel.. the young man.. who close did stand.. found of a sudden real.. worth of who and what he was.. could he compromise?.. when one offered him some cash.. to turn.. sellout.. or close their eyes..

Cash is fun.. but when done you play the result.. little children.. grown to men and women.. that insult.. something done in social grace.. a race for shiny best.. there.. unique.. your actions speak.. accepting nothing less..

City.. farm range.. son you won’t change.. your heart beats dreams to mind.. only you know ‘cept the clever scrooge.. slaver unkind.. whether in train station with your Gibson.. songs to play.. or another kind of stage.. in rage or love you stay..

No amount of single malt.. or branch bourbon fine.. no amount of powder.. boy or girl.. champagne or wine.. nor those cutting edge ledges built pills with science new.. can take the right.. song.. day or night long.. felt as wrong by you..

None will bury.. forsake Worry..  lover for all time.. can spill or drown what conscience found as good.. or known as crime..

When you say that is the play you cannot fool your heart.. quick trips where nothing is seen.. you knew it at the start..

Every sunny seashore day.. each drunken brokedown dawn.. waking on clothesline sheets on someone else’s lawn..

Born with everything you need if needs were forest kept.. not bound or found in fences forged because some long gone wept.. simple steady.. known and ready.. calm to face some doin’s.. of those who peddle hatred.. other lives.. for gold and ruin..

You will hear of things extinct.. impossible.. untrue.. contradicted in attack of things known good to you..

This is where your freedom is.. your seapool by the bay.. offered as a master.. a simple one.. a bastard.. insanity stays cartoon sensed in play.. to seek love where love is.. this very day..

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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