“Azure Blue” Picture, Poem and Song



“Aliens 1” by Tony Chapman

 Come In Number Five.
Poem by Tony Chapman - finished.
 
 
Come In Number Five.
 
“Come in number five, your time is up.”
 
Life is an endless, showprize conveyor-belt
the same a thousand miles back as a thousand miles ahead
 
and all the prizes glitter
and are useless.
 
ah,
but my memories
are mine
and they torture
 
just like hope.

Love Has Caught Me … verse 3 (verse 4 in next blog )

then you turn around, I hear the sound of your footsteps as they walk to me

then I touch your hand, and no-man’s land  is no-longer surrounding me 

LOVE HAS CAUGHT ME

Our “Christmas (New Year) Song” is out!

Tony Chapman and The Big Event.

May this Christmas Song be a hopeful light in these scary times.

The Christmas (New Year) Song

what with global warming, hurricanes, tsunamis droughts, floods, earthquakes, wars
the news is always sad, the news is always bad but even us, with all our flaws

can celebrate this new year because, phew! we are all still here!

Santa and his reindeer … are flying through the galaxy Christmas presents trailing, behind them endlessly gifts for every planet in the whole universe

raise our smiles to heaven, lets all be of good cheer MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

we’ve been riding the range, across a cactus prairie rounding up the cattle of our lives

Just like the Lone Ranger, on his horse called “Silver” under massive, unbroken, blue skies

we’re as powerful as a lion, nimble as a deer

Santa and his reindeer …are flying through the galaxy Christmas presents trailing, behind them endlessly gifts for every planet in the whole universe

let’s wave our cowboy hats, as our horses rear MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR

we started out crawling, stood and started walking now we drive the sports-car of our souls
speed must not broken, but if the road is open lets drive to the light, out of our holes

you are in the driving seat, its you who can steer,
Santa and his reindeer …are flying through the galaxy Christmas presents trailing, behind them endlessly gifts for every planet in the whole universe

lets put our foot down, take it up a gear
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

you planned, you guessed, you wished, you gazed deep into your crystal ball
visualised the future, imagined it to be true tried so hard to see it all

now your dreams of tomorrow are clear today they are here …

whatever you were scheming, protection you were weaving take off your armour, let it all go
no more animosity, you don’t need an enemy no more suspicion, we don’t need a foe

there’s no need for worry, no need for fear

Santa and his reindeer … are flying through the galaxy Christmas presents trailing, behind them endlessly gifts for every planet in the whole universe

no need for cynicism, wipe off that bitter sneer MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!
you may be overseas, in a foreign country wishing you were home again
or working late on some … urgent, business matter or caught in a snowdrift or in rain

even if they are far away, at Christmas, your loved ones are near

Santa and his reindeer … are flying through the galaxy Christmas presents trailing, behind them endlessly
gifts for every planet in the whole universe let everybody shed a happy tear
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Frohe Weihnachten, Frohes neues Jahr vrolijk kerstfeest gelukkig nieuwjaar Vrolike Kersfees gelukkige nuwe jaar Shèngdàn kuàilè xînnián kuàilè Veselé vánoce a š astný nový rok
kalá Christoúgenna eftychisméno to néo étos feliz Navidad Feliz Año Nuevo

S Rozhdestvom Khristovym S Novym godom Nadolig Llawen blwyddyn hapus newydd mutlu Noeller mutlu yýllar
god jul og godt nytt år feliz Natal Feliz Ano Novo Joyeux Noël bonne année
gleðileg jól hamingjusamt nýtt ár allegro natale felice anno nuovo Merîkurisumasu shiawasena shin’nen maligaya pasko masaya bagong taon hyvää joulua onnellista uutta vuotta harshit krisamas naya saal mubaarak ho boldog karácsonyt boldog új évet Selamat natal selamat tahun bar
veselo Rizdvo z Novym rokom

diary entry for today: rubbish tip beauty , present moment recycling thoughts, the rich tapestry of Tony Chapman’s “reality”

22nd Dec 15

So many things to say. Chair scrapes accross the plastic tiles behind me in this cafe. Before I started writing I had so many ideas of what to write about in my brain. Now I start I don’t know which idea to use first.

I think the first thing is: people actually follow me on my blog!

TThis gives me a totally different feeling about my writing. It has added meaning … but I must remember it is still MY diary I’m writing … I’m still writing for me.

So, my diary, is about what is happening to me, today!

Well, I’ve just dumped a lot of  “rubbish” at the rubbish tip, a surprisingly beautiful place, in its organisation … a skip for every category of stuff we have no use for anymore.

As l tipped the empty cardboard IKEA packages into the cardboard and paper skip, I saw them as precious materials to be recycled into something else…

… and isn’t that what we all are?… precious materials, that will be recycled into something else after we die …(indeed nothing is lost … )

and, taking that thought further , aren’t we, in one moment, (or, indeed, isn’t the moment itself?), precious materials to be recycled into a totally different form, (even though it may appear the same), in the next moment?

So, this is my diary. I have just eaten a cheese roll, (like a sausage roll except cheese,) here, in the Amsterdam Hema, (a shop I want to write a song of praise about), and  I’m trying not to eat wheat , or all grain products) , hard not to when I’m finally on my own and writing my diary / blog…. in the Hema cafe …

( l like using 3 dots… it flows … more like my life, no clear cut endings or beginnings except in my songwriting and paintings )

… And I’ve also, in the past, made a website for my music teaching and it didn’t take off, even though my teaching method works like pure genius in the  real world, and now as I write about me and  about my life … I get followers! imagine that.

I feel one of my problems (but probably its one of my strengths if I work it right  ), is that I’m a kaliedosope of things, a patch-work quilt of interests, passions, skills, ( a pure aquarius ) … I find it hard to categorize myself:

I’m a visual artist, musician, writer, therapist , poet, gatherer of ideas, songwriter, listener , teacher, inspirer, sculptor … the list goes on …

well that will do for now. See you tomorrow , or later today, in the next available, completely different moment!  🙂

Rainbow Ruminations.

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Rainbow Ruminations flowed into and out  of the head of The World Class, Multimillionaire, Basketball Player as he sat on the toilet.
   “I’ll be back” he chorteled’. . .

“making it” with my music

I am Tony Chapman. … I am still trying to “make it” with my music and art and creative writing. I’m not giving up … this is the story of my journey from here on, AS IT TAKES PLACE these are my footsteps as I plant them… ahead of me lies an unbroken beach of warm sand or an unbroken plain of cold snow… well… first footstep…here l go!

I have found out from googling:

1. you have to have a brand. (this isn’t a commercial sell out … it can come from who you are, what you have to offer, in an honest way, but you should
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be conscious of it. Then you can make it consistent, a kind of umbrella over all the elements of your art/ music / writing or whatever you have to offer.

2. More later…

Terrible infants juggle fishnet-green bottles under sad, lime-green oaktrees, cisterns balanced on their sea-green heads.

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Christmas swings onto focus, the chiseling undertakers rent long, sad race-courses to walk on and they collide with other hypocrites out for a ridiculous Sunday  stroll … too.

https://tonychapman.files.wordpress.com/2013/04/01-kissed-tony-chapman.mp3

“Market Song” written by Jerry Spurlock, performed by Tony Chapman by lieghonsea on SoundCloud

http://soundcloud.com/lieghonsea/market-song-written-by-jerry The specks of stars litter the night sky and I sneak beneath them feeling vulnerable to their stare like I’m a mouse and they are countless hawk eyes about to drop. Luckily I reach shelter before they do. And from the safety of indoors, looking out through the window’s glass I appreciate their beauty and apparent distance.

Klaxtown Races (Old man song)

We caught an extravagant bus from Wyoming to Minnesota on the morning of the 10th of June as a ridiculous sun toppled the ancient Aztec buildings of Klaxton Town in a clear mist.
   How hypocritical were the Geesha girls, standing by the the rubbish bins waiting for the solid Dustmen to come marching out of the sad, clear mist, stainless steel pitchforks over their shoulders, like so many exquisite Medusas, dressed in their solid golden tunics

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