Monthly Archives: July 2013

Rampant Road Rager

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What’s the rush for
Car can’t go much more
Flip the bird
Ride the bumper
I have no care for road rage
The lines pass in disdain
The burning look of pure anger
And pain
It is a shame that we have to deal with this
But these clowns run rampant in this town
Bringing even the good natured folks down
You see anger building up in faces surrounding
The engine revs in the burn sounding
Making each driver grab the wheel a little tighter
Pressing the gas a little harder
Staying ahead of the daemon driver
Keep up with traffic
An urban surviver
Look alive in this city
Stay on your toes
The rampant road rager
Will always be
Everywhere you go

Tomorrow’s Moon

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Sitting in the car with an empty tank
I ain’t going nowhere
I wish I had a little bit more
But I really don’t care
The wheels sitting
Not rolling anytime soon
Got to get some gas
But the paycheck ain’t coming till after tomorrow’s moon

Late Night

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Late night conversation
Red wine and saltines
The faded evening scene
The sun has rested for hours
As the conversation chatters on
A good night with friends
Can not be mistaken
For words gone wasted
Legs cold from sitting
Sore throat
A nights weary rest
And mornings early note

Birds of the City

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Would city birds leave if they could
Fly away from the skyscrapers and sirens
Over the lake to Michigan and rest
To land no longer on towers but trees soft and green
To escape the busy city scene
Or do they enjoy the rush
Soaring from tower to tower
Picking up scraps from late night prowlers
Living off the city streets
Begging to make ends meet
This is their home and ours
We share it willfully but not willingly
Would we dismiss all of these birds
Shunned away from the city, scourged
But the what would float from rooftop to rooftop
Making its way with wings expanded and strong
Calling out in its evening song
They are part of the landscape of this city
They too are the blood pumping in the veins underground
Keeping us connected to nature in the cement ground
I look up to see a bird fly by
This keeps me connected to the life
That lies beyond these city skies

Rooftop Friday

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Rooftop Friday nights
Pressed linens and evening skylights
Skyline fading in the backdrop
Of this terrace rooftop
Music plays gentle melodies
Clouds block out burning light
My guitar sits waiting for a new tune
Played well into the evening night
Breeze passes on my left cheek
Sunlight wrapping around flowers and pillars alike
Chairs waiting for the party to begin
Breaking out and summers in
Flowers push up from soil life giving
Trees fall soft on distant ground
Giving life to the view from above
Green and golden a generous view
A tower and a dome rest to the north
Towering over trees confident exuberant
Bricks filled solid and firm
Prepared for years of life
Holding the structure to the ground
On a Friday night on a rooftop
Eyes see what I have not seen
In a way I have never seen
As the night wanes on
Fall asleep until that morning dawn

Our Selfish Nature

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Are we really selfish from conception

We asks our mothers to give us life

From the moment of our inception

Taking nutrients blood and life

From deep inside

Of our mothers belly

Asking for oxygen and food

To be taken care of

Regardless of her mood

There is no waiting in beginning

Asking asking asking

Wondering how we will survive

How will our mothers keep us alive

So it makes me wonder

Was I born selfish

Is human nature itself intrinsically selfish

To take rather than to give

Is that the way we begin to live

I understand that life is freely given

By the one who creates us

Whether it be god you believe

Or the forces of nature

It has no relevance in this conversation

I want to ask

Are you selfish

Wanting a life to live and food to eat

Is that the core of the selfish life

Or is it pure survival instincts

We surely cannot sustain life without

It is our job then to destroy selfishness

In the end

To see it’s light burnt out

Dedicated to the last cause

Very devout

People begin

Some grow

Emotionally

Some grow

Old

Some grow

Selfish

Some grow

Cold

We may be born to our selfish ways

As we grow old it is our responsibility

To shed the selfish life for independence

Dignity and responsibility

And that is the way it should be

 

Satisfaction Guaranteed

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Satisfaction Guaranteed

2 minus a fraction may disagree

But when they do it is fun to see

That not all can be made happy

Some look for reasons to drag

The anger out in life

To take the butter knife

Make it a weapon of bitter strife

Looking for something to complain about

Dreading the look of the new round about

The feelings build in their soul

Calling from the depths of the cold

To push anger out of their teeth

Lips clenched tight

Holding on to every breath

Taking time to announce and renounce

Passing the baton for the test

To other people infected with this anger

They inflict on others

Knowing no stranger

There is nothing stranger

Then the subtle complaint

Of what was good

Must be forced upon bad

The cashier checks me out with both hands

Asking if I would like cash in hand

I respond with a whimper

Not quite sure she could hear

But I count my change and remember

That life is much easier

If you can control that temper

Macaroni Night

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Macaroni nights
Sirens bellow down the street
4th of July explosions down the way
Hopefully one didn’t go astray
Tonight’s simple dinner
Enjoyed on a Sunday
Boil the water and prep the butter
Nothing much more than that
The buzz of the refrigerator echoes on
Launching cold air upon
Vegetables and fruits
Making it so all the cold food
Stays till tomorrow
But for tonight no refrigerator needed
Just some noodles and my soon to be wife
Life is simple on a Sunday evening
Growing tired as the eyes feel weary
Tomorrow will bring Mondays challenges
But for tonight
It’s just mac and cheese