After the lights fade gently away
A new morning brings new life
New hope
New vision
Letting go of the past
And beginning again
Next Day
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New York View
A grey off colored late morning
The pendulum of metronome
Clanks from within the construction walls
The paisley building stand
Juxtaposed to billboards and lights
The creamy paleness of the Queensboro Bridge
Speckles with lights and cars
Crawling slowly over
And crimson and white lines smoke
Stacks litter the sky
Industrious
Illustrious
The east river is covered from sight
The land filled with energy
Motion
Magnificient architecture
Glistens well into the night
A New York view
New to me in a way
But still the same
And true
Unequal Comparison
Why hold true
To a standard irrelevant
To me and you
Thinly veiled lies
With boundaries soft and broken
Our lives push
While the past we keep holding
An unequal comparison
Of feathered grey facts
Keeping the slow-moving world
At ease
Relaxed
Friday
This is the last day of the week
Keep it real
Look for the peak
I love Friday
And you should do
Now go forth
Be true
Thursday
Thursday reflection
From Wednesday protection
We make a new day
So go into the light
Make your day right
This Wednesday
Through The World
Through the world and new
I thought we had it
Me and you
With grace and glory
Unknown to us
We had run a race
And just went bust
We give no ease
No sleep down
But tonight
We are living on top
Of the town
Wild Ones
A wild night
Wild words
I can’t believe some crazy news
From the letterpress
To me and you
Lift me up wild ones
We live for the future
We live for each other
To rise each other up
Twelve Days of Silence
What moves us
To action
What brings us to our knees
Of in action
Whose words do we believe
When the mountains
Block the path to the seas
When the desert winds
Keep us from our kin
In the silence we must learn
As the silence continues
We continue
To grow
Wise
Not old
Delays in Night
Delayed
Unfettered display
Of reckless disregard
On guard
Words with no meaning
Indecisive
Backward leaning
Back in the night
When the sun lies low
That is where the weak prosper
The forbidding go
Surf Rock
Lay low
Play soft
Surf rock
Makes me feel just right
On a Monday night
Leave me to rest
I’ll be just fine
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