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The cold has a way
Seeping into warm lungs
Fastening to cells
Slowing motion
Opening entry for illness
We deal
My wife and I
Get sick
Dust ourselves off and go
Trying to stay warm
I’m this New York cold
Cold
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Big City Big Plan
Big city
Big plans
We go
Where the unknown
Is full
Certainty
Empty
While we grow
Outside of comforts
Lined growth
And direction
To set out
To find our own reflection
Among skyscrapers and the Hudson
We stay warm
With eyes on the empire
Feet pushing through
The snow and sand
In a big city
With big plans
Full of Heart
I hope this post finds you well
Full of heart and eyes that swell
We make our way to city heights
On this blustery winter night
We find a new home
Among many and hoping
For luck to come our way
We will find out with rest
And another day
The Tyranny of Propinquity
The tyranny of propinquity
Not by the governor
Rather by the governed
Promotion of oneself
To others
Whether it be helpful
Or whatever druthers
The focal point
Revolving around self
Can be a distraction
To the world around us
Bring down our mental health
Pushed by computers
Autonomous machines
We paint out every line now
Every scene
To share
To focus on me
Is this the grasping point
Of technology
We must oblige to pass
On devices that consume
Texting and eating
Making calls in the bathroom
Time forgotten
Time wasted
Time forgone
Let we wake up free
To smell the fresh summers lawn
For the tyranny of propinquity
When life is lived digitally
Is to much
For me
Forgettable Notes
Forgettable notes
On a seemingly empty guitar
Opened eyes late
Pushing hard
Living in tight bags
Reclined in the car
Many nights spent wondering
Who you are
Days home
Or days spent over
In countries afar
All deals settled
For one chance
Forget the drama
The romance
This is the only shot
One finale
Coming up shooting
From the depths of sorrows valley
I miss Nashville
I miss LA
Hope to make it back
The city landscape portrayed
Form and function
Met up at the I 90 junction
Headed out of town
I’ll make it back home
Come back around
If Indecision Supersedes Incision
When complete indecision
Supersedes the incision
Of which
We inject ourselves into the world
Launched
Taken off
We will run
Fast, hard, and lean
Towards the summation
The local or destination
Our minds will not sleep
Nor our hearts give
Any
Resignation
Until we find our ends
In this one fine nation
Questions will be asked
Notions given
Whether we are losing
Or we are winning
Hello world
Let’s become friends
We learn from our mistakes
Now and then
But tonight we begin
We no longer hesitate
To wake in the morning
And shake hands
With our new fate
Blooming Questions
The world will not wait
No delay
No reason to hesitate
I move
I question
I try
In the evening
Under the crisp
Morning sky
Our destiny
Uncertain
Questions blooming
Into discussions
Full answers restricted
Unknown
Somedays feel
As if we go
Where the wind will blow
Us
But today
Reasons develop reasonably
In this season of cold
We set out on a journey
Forward march
Is where we will go
Man Cut Short
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Man Cut Short
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So the world goes
A man wakes up
A man goes to sleep
Yet you should know
That every night
Small thoughts
Creep through his head
Crawling
Embarking
Embedding
Deep in his thoughts
These weaknesses
These flaws
Crack
Grow
And seal a certain fate
For a man
Who leaves these cracks
Unattended
Is the man whose life
Gone
Way before it should have ended
Cellophane Pictures
Cellophane Pictures
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Cellophane pictures
Cell phones
Talking
Bitter feelings
Emerge
Conceding nothing
Taking everything
Consumer products
Produced with ideals
Placement perfect
A mechanical seal
Touching fingers nimble
A relevant symbol
Memories commemorated
Can be used and heard
With these
Cellophane pictures
Late Night Disdain
Late Night Disdain
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Late night disdain
Where bloodshot eyes
With tiny red vanes
Are the common strain
Overdoing every simple task
Trying to stretch each moment
To get a little more
Than the last
This bloodshot haze has me
Gripped and held
I must find a bed
So my body can be held
And sleep
Turn wake
And sleep
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