Contradiction Fiction..


‘Look!’.. my special one exclaimed.. colors danced reflection.. such beauty without name.. peaceful.. no need for protection..

Pure joy over sensed dreamworld come real to us in thought.. something given long before anything was bought..

Saw Mr. Doctor.. favored him with wave and smile.. those he went to treat he listened well.. prescribed in style..

Later in the day.. fact was night as I recall.. politics came over to judge how his treatment falls..

‘Doc’ I said.. ‘ease your head.. have faith in what you know.. clerks with third hand rules from fools care just where money flows.. and of course impressions in each session filmed or seen.. I honor you for treating patients.. each one fat or lean!  When they tell you.. they have nought to sell you or declare.. seek you out for treatment.. certain pain that brought them there…. world unjudged where truth is all.. where you doctor well.. any job done should be finished sans performance hell’..

Have a flagon.. have a toke.. sing a song of joy.. sickness is your dragon.. learn it.. heal each girl and boy.. lather leave no dust or mold.. around structures you lathe.. best you do is best of you on your lather path..

Singer practice scales.. each living given soul.. each their own to meet their time.. the only true ‘control’..

Whatever comes that is just you.. your easy.. questions flow.. find yourself.. find your truth.. no matter where you go..

Politicians politic.. as others do their due..

Let no mouth find reason to say you are less than true..

Keep your own one funnybone.. best written.. played or dug.. anything true better than bad judgement with a shrug..  

Peace Tony 

©AC.19.12.15.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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