Stories of my Trail

Yes.. my liege.. my infant ruler.. unaffected so..

No one can be larger in act or memory than what is true beyond a yawn for fabled history

These waters rage a passion lost only money marks one cost.. hidden behind smiling statues.. the space and who was boss..  

Walked here ever willin’ as gold in stories led.. as carney barkers barked to mark the trail to ‘Nothing Said’..  

I had respect and love for all I saw things I could not say.. my heart stood speechless when my mind looked to a peaceful day..

Sometimes a royal purple colors tales walked by my  feet.. an old man looks with song and words for truth not to repeat..


No one can be larger in act or memory than what is true forever beyond fabled history…

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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