Paper Children burning..


For those of dream.. turn life and love to living dreams.. Peace Tony

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STORY OF A PRINCESS.. HOMES OF GOLDEN LOGS.. JUST PAST THE THIRD HILLTOP.. UNDERNEATH THE FOG..STORY OF A PRINCESS.. HOMES OF GOLDEN LOGS.. JUST PAST THE THIRD HILLTOP.. UNDERNEATH THE FOG..

Burning passion turning yearning bleeds confusion young.. memories recalling scars.. legends.. stories sung..

‘at ten years I knew the streets.. had paper routes galore.. saving for another day.. just to save some more’..

Bobby glory found in story.. not much in a clinch.. ‘just another day then say it’  easy.. float a cinch..

Greg looked over.. smiled at me.. another story told.. I smiled back.. same cub pack.. same social fold..

Years come.. they gonna go.. times come time again.. make it new.. each day I grew.. made old-time my friend..

Giants of old Industry.. bosses who ‘knew best’.. times come time again.. times come to a test..

Muscle brains rustled strains of memory and moves.. find ’em young you children.. your soul.. with nature’s grooves..

Media passed to masses.. passed as gas deplored.. robots…

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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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