Confused Loons.. sweat demon moons..


A Oh such dreams

GOOD REMEMBERED AND DONE WHEN DREAMS SPEAK ‘PEACE TO MEMORY’.. (pic internet)

 

Held my eye his pompous cry of how why when and who.. faded to the jaded that corrupted old to new.. held my ear words bent in fear to threaten good and right.. another fall to demon call.. stories of blind and night..

Born to scorn and poverty a slum child swears to be.. as the others from two blocks away so happy free.. catches eye of girl who cries loss from some loving teen.. who loved and left her.. love bereft to stir lost social scenes..

‘If I only’.. thought the girl her Father did his best.. she boards a bus to Hollywood.. meets others.. forms a nest.. young.. unsung in need of food a chance to make a life.. shelter.. and acceptance in a world of greed and strife..

Chains that bind are what she finds.. named slavery and greed.. named as humans she has known.. these seem a different breed.. lost in cost of feelings taken by those who have none.. those who find living giving hope in money.. guns..  

Karma with a watchful eye patient watches true.. there for every living unique soul.. action and due.. knows of Nature knows of zero knows of dreams that build.. the ones that make a better life find love in wondrous thrill..

Older than the sands of time for time truly is not.. just another clock to shock with evil.. urban rot.. demon lies through mouths unwise of those who will not see.. their actions serve the past and eulogize their progeny..

Coats of paint color each saint as ‘Jude’ who offers hope.. shelters wartime glory and romance painted with dope.. tells of spells enamours hells as Lucifer wades in.. Karma weeps unknown for souls in webs demons spin..

Leaves her unknown origins to attend eternal deeds.. quid pro quo kings queens and hos who ride on demon steeds.. back to caves primal to raves each living true and well.. calmly walk a path unknown.. words true no evil tells..

Her mind finds nothing in the clamor raised by clamor mouths.. returns in kind a nothing find as sense and truth go South.. severs sections or directions unseeing and lost.. a timeless sadness fills such moments.. weeps at such a cost..  

Peace Tony

©AC.21.4.16.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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