Hack off Harry..


FROM MEMORY OF POOH TO CREATIVE YOU..

FROM MEMORY OF POOH TO CREATIVE YOU..

Hack off Harry sought to tarry down by ladies lane.. not much money.. hacker honey drove ladies insane.. hacking here.. sniffing there.. passwords don’t stop him.. stealing in deceit his crime replete.. when lights go dim..

Three miles North of where I sit tombstones mark old friends.. some remembered some are here in memory ’till the end.. killed in war.. agent orange sickness loss the same.. as ‘Hack off Harry’ justifies his hacks with social games..

No flag waver.. just a saver when I see inside.. past all fashion.. past all money.. past even my pride.. feeling comes a stealing dealing principles each tick.. of a sunny healthy day.. or demon dark and sick..

Old friend did you take a bullet.. die for ‘Corporate Joe?’?.. was it those of company for things none ever know?  

Way I knew you.. to this day.. as you rest at peace.. private as a bear cave.. free as flying geese..

Been a shame.. a lyin’ game framed.. dumbed down for the man.. not the girl you left at home.. you never understand.. not the car you did not know your best friend bent last year.. ‘Hack off Harry’ hacks away.. an enemy in fear..

I fought unseen tethers put there by thoughts of no use.. as you lay there dying brother now illusions loose..

Brings a cause ’bout rabbit paws.. or sickness in the news.. anything but what is true.. believing spoken views.. of the adman with his ad hand selling anything.. little bells that look like silver.. look like they can ring..

‘Platform shoes’.. a fashion screws feet toe back to heel.. clomping thru the seventies.. lies cannot touch or feel..

So much vision lost derision takes young minds away.. insecure a fear so pure afraid controls each day.. words to fight.. I claim ‘ain’t right’ my words lost in the storm.. that runs in fear.. denied unclear.. guilt portrayed in form..

Memorial Day comes this way.. been forty years or more.. seems by now each sheep and cow.. and person on the floor.. each a way.. on birthing day.. infants each a gift.. unique.. one time only.. those holy.. those who grift..

Friend we know.. this freedom equal show in day.. in night.. we carry free equal we be.. kept from evil’s sight.. sometimes when quiet.. sometimes ever calm.. breeze comes washing over me.. sways high growing palms..

Under purple flowers of a Jacaranda tree.. the royal innocence of life.. calms to set me free.. 

Peace Tony

©AC.25.5.15.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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