Life for Living

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The city life is for the living
Night becomes day
Day becomes night
With no differentiation
Souls worn in
Changed with no hesitation
The city builds one day after the other
The great manifestation
I will go to the fields
Farms and lakes
While the city drives away
Never stopping to say
Hello or goodbye
It simply runs
All day
All night

Perception a Life Lesson

Such a simple situation
Such great life lessons
Pulled up to the train
Running for a 12
When we needed 11
Car pulls up behind a young guy
Grabbed his bags
While we hustled running
He was slightly ahead
But moved worth slight delay
Made swift eye contact as we made our way
Running to the train with only seconds no delay
I realized the slowly fellow
Was left on the platform there
I can’t say why
The conductor moved with no delay
But it must have been the effort we displayed
Giving every ounce to make it in mere seconds
While the other fellow was left
Waiting for hours
Welcome aboard he said
I’ll take your tickets
You made it just in time
He said with a wiry smile
Go on ahead
And find a seat on the nearest isle
When I reflected on that moment I realized mere seconds were between me and the other guy
But the display of effort and quickness
Has a great deal to teach me about perception and life lessons
That in mere seconds hard work has shown it’s form
Viewed by the conductor
While the other gentlemen was left on the platform
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August Blush

Damp stillness in the Hudson Valley
Rocks broken
The cold ground
Swirves so violent and gentle
The Tectonic is avoided
Longer paths are better enjoyed
20 minutes from civilization
But 2 hours from the city
In the studio
Committed and gritty
On a Friday
In the August blush

Contoured Flowers

Studio hours
Layered with contoured flowers
Decisions scoured
Around and over hours
Speakers pushing vibrations
Ears in full salutation
Summed with amps
Knobs awaiting determination
We apply ourselves
Throughout the daytime minutes
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I hope
For more synchronicity
Pulling together songs
In artistic creation

Edible Recylced Toys

You know I don’t eat that anymore

The smell of processed meats

Leaking through the cracked door

Orange yellow eggs smashed in

Not quite sure if it the slightest smell of plastic

That did me in

Logs of meat hammered out

Full of sodium bicarbonates

The thoughts just frustrates

But on Sunday mornings the family still enjoys

The processed meats

Made from recycled toys

 

 

Over a Cup of Tea

The morning rests soft

Easy speaking and waking slow

The summer breeze rustles

Through the soft flower leaves

Change has its way of breaking me

Lowering my tolerance for what is coming

Arise to life’s challenges yet

One by one

I hope my buffer for new will not come undone

I have heard stories of burn outs

Giving up

I know that the roads we create

Are not easy or clear

But what we do

We do for love

My dear

Sudden change is what we fear most

Life’s swelling waves

In a small fishing boat

Bail out the water

Keeping our heads above the sea

It’s a commitment we made

A long time ago

Over a cup of Darjeeling Tea

 

 

 

The Summer of Farewells

There we were

The last night on the farm

The summer of farewells

Sun setting soft in the clouds

That lie just above the horizon

Air light and easy

Wind calm subtle yet breezy

So many memories made over months

Lived on the farm

Time to move on

No reason to hold on

Holding on too tight

Will only make it difficult to let go

So pack up our bags

And lets hit the road