The Great Pressure

How is the brain

Wired in such a way

That even simple tasks

Under great pressure

Can seem so unachievable

So distant

Out of control

How is it that ideas

Thoughts and motions

Can move my head

In evening rest

To stay awake all night

To turn left and right

So irritable the mind can be

When the pressure is turned high

On me

Unequivocally Cliche

I don’t believe the cliches

Until one day

I stop right in my tracks

Others unable to help

When I truly ask

How is it so unequivocally true

That one senses success

They become less understanding

Of what they can help and do

I never believed the silly cliches

Until this happened to me one day

Lost Light

When a light goes off

In a cold and distant sky

I look up

With wipe dried eyes

The world needs good people

Full of life and vibrancy

Courteous and full of decency

Does the world become darker

Or does it balance with new light

Finding new ones

The giving kind

For all of mankind

I hope that the lives of new souls

Bless the world

Wherever we go

For when we loose light

We now are the light

We must aspire to be bright

In a world that goes a little dimmer

When we loose a beautiful light

A Song to See Me Through

There is a song that can be played

Over a thousand times and

Never ring old or untrue

A song that is played at wedding times

A song that is by your side in difficult times

To help see you through

To jump on in pure celebrations

To lean on in times of sadness and frustration

There is a couple of chords

A melody so light and easy

That it is played for someone in a wedding gown

Or when you have to lay a loved one down

It can draw tears in the morning

As the sun becomes anew

Falling tears touching cheeks

As water trickles on grass

In the morning dew

There is a song

Played in these time of jubilation

But also in times of desperation

It is a song that celebrates life

But also reflects on what is right

What is right is that there is a song

A song that exists in all of us

That we must sing to each other

From my soul to you

So we can see each other through

The Infinite Race

There are days

When the end lays ahead

A clear finish

Instead of a benchmark

Days when my soul can rest easy

My mind I can appease

Yet on other days

There is this

Infinite tease being played on me

This mind wander

Aways second guessed

Slowing thoughts helps to

Slow emotions

That if I can just reach one goal

At a time

I don’t have to set every single one

In motion

So on these days I try to slow down

Realize even walking is an even pace

On this Infinite Race

The Tolling Bells in Brooklyn

The bells gently toll along Brooklyn Streets

Reminding us

That this city celebrates and grieves

Lives and breathes

From my studio

You hear the city life come to light

Lighting the sky

Filling the rooms

Walking down Manhattan Avenue

The fog wears heavy on the Manhattan Skyline

Tucked away from view

A sleepy afternoon

The memories of my life

Will be created here

Not in Paris or Tokyo

Rather just east of the Hudson

Learning to go from walking to runnin’

All under the ringing bells

of Brooklyn

If You Let the World

If you let the world

Serve you bad coffee

It most certainly will

Some may blast this as

Pretentious

But be cautious

As my case I present

I walked slowly

Rolling into the cafe

Dim lit on my way

Through Illinois and Iowa

I could just tell from the sight of her

It was not going to be easy

Uneasy was the feeling

Her stare into mine

But I had to wonder

Is it worth my time

To ask for something

Other than a glass of turpentine

I realized this rush was no longer

About coffee or personality

I was unsure if I was afraid

If I should abate my post

Where were these feelings

Overwhelming me

Like the holy ghost

She could tell I was uneasy

Pushed hard for me to move on

In a quick minute my mind had reacted

I was going to let her

Her

Win

I was not going to step out of line

I would rather walk away disgruntled

Than to let her get her energy infused to mine

As I walked away and the next customer approached

After I was dismally reproached

In such light and airy way she won her way

Exacting my energy from my eyes I would say

I opened the door for my fail grandeur

She managed her own will on mine

I was let down

But I soon learned in the quickness of time

It is with certainty

That I can speak certainly

If I do not speak certainly

Than uncertainty will belittle my will

This will leave my ego and soul ill filled

So when the world attempts to push you down

From a simple coffee – blurred old brown

Don’t let the light be pushed away

Sometimes the light is needed

Confidence displayed

The world will accept you

And not push you back

Instead of slowly whimpering

“I’ll just drink my coffee black”

The Little 

The smallest amount of time

Of distance 

From start to finish

From beginning to end

Fathering mile

To resting place

Over 3,000 miles on the earths face

We begin with a push

Knowing full well the end lies 

Far far ahead

But we push on

For me

Through poems and songs

From sea to shining sea 

From pale white to vivid blue

We see our journeys through

From the boroughs of the city

To the far west LA

Eternal summer fitting

A journey that teaches us to open

Rather than close

To grow

In what you learn

And what you know