Late night coffee
Coffee stands
Sweaty brow
Under summers hands
We wade into the night
Trying to understand
Each other
The land
Other people
Our hands
Late Night Coffee Stand
Reply
Words Before Waning
How to speak
To help others
To grow
My sisters and brothers
In time of trouble
In time of success
What can I say
That will help humanity best
Humble in spirit
And detail focus
Try to plan it out
Rather than hocus pocus
Words can’t paint the world
With ideas
Of hope and unity
To this we aspire
Collectively
We grow
Collective we resist
We continue
We give
I hope words still have meaning
When the daylight of the world
Seems to be waning
Holding Pattern
Holding pattern
Above the sea
Waiting for clarity
On you and me
While the waves crash
Soft on the shore
You and I wait
Just one minute more
Coffee Day
Take a break
Reflect
On details and symmetry
Wait for a new moment
Inspiration
Wait while the world spins
In easy rotation
A coffee day
With no cream
It is just what I need
Complain
All the bickering
Time and time
Again and again
How can we see ourselves through
When the storms roll in
Help each other
Hand in hand
Seems like such a strange concept
In this land
I truth be told
Have little to complain about
So make the best of each moment
And let go
Waiting Game
Waiting
Whats worth waiting
Idealism
Perfectionism
Procrastination
How can you win the waiting game
The hope for another day
Push away
What needs to be done now
Instead, opt to bow out
Fall away
While others lead the way
My friends who wait
Never seem to make it
Never seem to get ahead
They are just going to wait
Maybe until they are dead
Tuesday News
The Tuesday news
Brought up a day late
With slanted views
People acting funny
Few words
With lots of money
The Tuesday news will roll in late
While the businessmen play
The Tuesday news will be read
In the Subway
Monday Again
So brings the news
Blues
Of men
Misconstrued
My own views
Are confused at best
Wrong at worst
But I don’t take it to
Work
leave it all at the door
And refocus
Once more
Sunday Runaround
All but the vital
Coming over me
A wave
A fresh tidal
How life goes
Easy on Sunday
Holding hope for the
Week ahead
Leaving behind
The week ago
See where this one will take me
Where I will go
Comes The Breaks
Silence in reflection
Questions
Brought
Through reflection
Resurrection
When progress is made
I might have to step
Away
Hope my hands can
Continue to write
When inspiration
Leaves my side
The morning will be alright
When the sun sleeps
At night
Continue on
Persevere
We must
We have to
