It’s that determined feeling
The sweet ambition
The fantastic touch
The plausible idea
Warm to talk to
Improving the rush
To the fingers
Head
Arms
The rush of the moment
What a Rush
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The Rally Cry of the Tired
The rally cry of the tired
A worthy cause flamed out with vigor
Passing floating rolling
I have tried
To do good
Good to be undone
So much has to rely on a rally cry
When your tired
And lonely
Not alone
You feel sad
Disconnected from the world
How did it work out not the way it was
All planned
A plane in flight unmanned
The plane now is in the final descent
It will land
How
Unknown
But through all of this
I
We
Have grown
Grown up
So here we come
All I Have
For all I have
And all I don’t
I guess I will never know
Yawn of the Wise
The yawn of the wise
Can drop over the heads of my contemporaries
Of me
I work out of the hole I have created
Aspiration dedication
But rabid talk has no consequence
No sequence
No following
But I am telling you of this situation
Not as a rebuttal
But as a jobless touch
For my own nature
Contemplating my own future
What will happen
Uncertain
But this is all certainly true
Don’t Hesitate
If not now then when
No satisfaction
Hesitation
For the distant frustration
We had to move now
Quickly and in motion
Utter madness around us
In the midst of our lives
Greatest commotion
I am glad that we acted with honor
We did what we said we would do
Moving out into the world
To rely on each other
We learned what we are made of
The tough stuff
The thick and thin ruff
We pushed through
And when the lights hit the stage
There will be just 2 standing
me and you
The Great Debate
Polite discrepancy
Independently
Who’s responsibility is it
Who’s responsibility was it
To be honest and clear
Alive and front and center
Taking the stage
As the great pretender
Honor the people
Before the investor
This is not a board game of sorts
Or out of sorts
I watch in horror
Decisions will be made tonight
During the outlandish debate
Hoping someone will seal a certain fate
Tonight
Alright
Let them at it
We can watch the fight
City Burn
Back to the city
City heat in the late summer
Thick humid clouds on top of skyscrapers
Months since we have been back
The old place welcomes us in
Brooklyn
Some places have been turned away
Shuttered business closed to open new
Opportunities
Unbelievably fast
Changing hands
In the middle of the night
New faces by noon light
The evolution continues
We continue
Our friends
Some stay
Some move on
In the summer heat
Of New York City
Life
Life has a way of changing
Right when you think it is all figured out
Right when you get comfortable
You get knocked down
Change is truly inevitable
It is in this inevitability that we must anticipate
Await new challenges
New celebrations
New frustrations
It is all in the package when you sign the lease
Lease of life
Temporary
Inpermanent
I see these changes truly only in retrospect
Hard to drive the car when you can only look back
But I adapt
That is the fully human function we all have
Is the ability to change to the future
To see what is required and adapt to it
Sometimes I reminisce the past
I open up to it
But only momentarily
There is nothing to hold on to
To move forward with
I just have this moment
It will never be the same
And I have never been here before
But I will do my best
Life
Predict the Past
Words are moving fast
Faster than I can understand
Competing with the speed of light
Into my head with danger
No understanding needed
People blast out obscenities
With fog horn blasts
Worries about the future
Trying to predict the past
I am not moved quickly with emotion
But in this almost steady flowing river
Into the ocean running
Mud filled water
Sludge
Filling greater waters
To which I barely understand
So I await more news
Uncertainty
Certainly
It will come
What was new
Will quickly become the past
4 Minutes
In 4 minutes I will attempt
To write words
Strung together with
Some meaning
My eyes are stuck to the screen
Gleaming
Written in an attempt to say
What I have postponed along the way
Returning to ritual
Feels good
Yet not unusual
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