To live to be 116
How could you describe
What that means
Secrets owned and guarded
Good life lived
The strong hearted
No poem could do justice
To how much this
Human has witnessed
But here is to you
May you live to be
122
116
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Monthly Archives: March 2014
Vapid Words
A big part of life
An even great degree
Than anything in business
Science
Or technology
Is just showing up on time
Simple and fine
But not quite so
When I was young
I was told over a thousand times
So
I ignored so many words
Dismissing them as vapid
But now I have come to realize
They were really quite right
These words mean more than any
Degree, account,
Or any other quality
Punctuality pays
More than other details
These days
Luck
Helps
To climb
The world ladder
Just arrive
On time
Ignoring the Morning
Reckless texting
Walking talking
Ignoring the morning
No meaning in evening
The mental metal
Push fingers racing
Waited and wasted
No time spent elated
Eye’s ignore the skies
The beauty they hold
Lies
The 69 Cent Photo Bin
600 photos
Stacked 6 inches deep
Priced at 69 cents each
Can teach
Much about the relatively of life
Rather or a lifetime
How little I cared for any of these
Vintage photos
Who were these people were staring back
At me
Fishing, world landmarks, time spent vigoursly
Yet they have no value to me
They are just old photos
Of lives gone by
A single moment trapped in time
So I tossed one back on the pile
Old man with a big smile
Someday that will be me on that photo
Unknown and growing old
Passed down until someone gives up
And I’ll end up
In the 69 cent photo bin
Take Time
Take time and walk away
A clear mind will have
More to say
Let that guide
A refreshed mind
Is what must be had
In order to clearly know
Where your heart
Wants to go
Contrast and Compare
Contrast and compare
Leaving the soul in despair
Defining moments come through
Preparation and function
Losing all thoughts in deliberate motion
When all is lost
The path seems insurmountable
Breathtaking and long
There will be only one chance left
Of one lone singer
One lone song
The High Dollar List
Rents going up
Places made by artist
Now have become sought after
By the big name boutiques
In the vintage book store
People are talking
300% is the new going rate
There is no way
We can pay
These new fee’s
This street will soon be filled with
Boutiques and galleries
At that point it will cease to exist
When the artist move out
The high dollar
The new list
I only observe
I am new blood
My heart was drawn by her story
In the book store on the corner
Lifecuts
Life is full of dead end shortcuts
Trying to make it easy
And willing to give up
Long term success
Will find you working hard on Sunday
Meeting your friends for drinks
Monday
And listen to them complain
About life
An Ostracized Welcome
For some reason
The feeling of isolation
Does not bother me
Ostracized
Rather than welcome
Is something that I find welcomed
For in the subtle disapproval
I found
Holding steadfast
To my own principles
Some will appreciate this
Others will laugh and dismiss
Find something
Refuse to cave in
It has taught me that what people
Find important
Is not always important to me
That is all that I needed to see
To understand that if I stand tall
Don’t give in
The reward of being me
Alone amongst a crowd
Rewards the soul more
When I fall asleep at night
That is really all
I can ask for
The Coffee Worker’s Friend
There is something refreshing
About the corner spot for coffee
The workers have converted to friends
Now we share information
Swap city tricks
Watch the crazy’s
Get our kicks
It makes life better
To know when you need a break
I have a couple of friends down the block
For a cup of coffee
Wake up early
Or head in late
Just being there
Make me feel alright
A Cup of Songwriting 