Space to Improve

At 9:39 PM

At 10:37 PM

Returning to eleven

Carry the one

Flip the seven

In moments I realize

My own mistakes

Imperfection

Seldom do I reflect

On these reflections

But I must

Reflect

Correct 

And recreate

When there is space

To improve 

Bowl of Rice

For the first moment

Reflection 

Make moods clear

And concise

Wishing over this bowl 

Of rice

Of how dreams come to be

How dreams slip

From thoughts

To reality

How can I live my dream

But also make a world 

For my wife and me

This is what we search

We grow

We wrote 

And grow old

Known Time to Grow

Knowing when we are growing

Can be the most difficult wager

Speaking with a sage

In a small bar in NYC

Asking for advice

Eating cheap Thai food with rice

What will become of us

What will become of the little ones

How do we differentiate when

We consists of billions

Millions of questions

I guess this is how it goes

When it is your known time

To grow

Out of Whack

How’s about this

How’s about that

I think the chair broke

Where I just sat

Skip

Scat

Two jovial folks

Talked of the world being flat

How can this be

What happened to integrity

What happened to truth and fact

I guess we all might just be

A bit out of whack

We All Get Along

We get along

Make our way along these

Treacherous paths

Sudden spoken wraths

We get along on couches

Beds

Cars

Sheds

Tiny houses

Mansions

Disconnected

Recollected

Connected

Clean

Infected

We shuffle along

Our heads in the clouds

Making our way to the next day

Tripping over our feet

Trying to compete

We make our way

Just one day at at time

Hoping we will all be fine

 

The Destitute of Idols

Hollow creature

With withering resolve

Not one small problem

Could even be solved

Hope destitute of idols

Making the roll calls

Calling the white walls

Falling def tone and folly

No great man

Comes from a raisin trolley 

Trolls under bridges 

Not building bridges 

Just looking for ditches