What we use
We gain
What we discard
We lose
What is lost
Can not be recovered
What can not be recovered
Is gone
Gone
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Dine but not Confined
Thai food and conversation
How we can make a living
Across the nation
Assemble the team
Pour the wine
Make plans over
The meal we dine
Not confined to walls
And labels
Working hard to live in the
Arts
Stable
WE ARE UNSHAKABLE
Committed and clear
We set our sights
To the heights
Of what we can reach
And hear
Surviving or Thriving
Back at the grind
Spending every second
Every dime
New York time
The city where surviving
Is never thriving
So I dive in
Start to swim
Through the thick and
Thin
Wake up
And do it again
The Craigslist Table
The white table from Craigslist
Has earned it’s keep
In the apartment
A writers guide
To endorsing parchment
Upon it we have written songs
Lyrics
Poems
Its sturdiness is much appreciated
Anticipated
Held on
The white table
Is keeping on
A Better Bet
Unequal substitute
Fulfills a desire though
With nothing to shoot
It is the Scarlet Letter of clothes
The melted plastic of Pleather
Adorned on shoulders and cars
Filling up the seats of old bars
Rather than take life of an animal
Smooth to the touch
Offering a little much
More than a substance
An idea
Pleather over leather
Not ideal, never
It start rather
A car revving it’s engine
We are not moving yet
But it is a much better bet
Sleepy Halls
A sleepy hall
In a Brooklyn apartment building
Coffee raises up slowly
From the Polish and French Bakery
Below
A smell of Ethiopian beans
Made up right for cappuccinos
And other things
The freshly smashed beans
Bellowing up
Like clouds over the Galloway
Opening the most closed eyes
Awakened with another blue
New York sky
A simple twist on an early morning
The sleepy halls
Felt somehow
Warming
Dim lit and tiled
The city grinds only 2 stories below
Even can awake a true sleepy fellow
From Broookly
The coffee shouts
“Hello”
The Eve Upon Us
The door in the Hallway
Pastel beige and pink
Exit sign
And garbage stink
We exit through
And to the city we go
Unravel the Gavel
Unravel the gavel
Here comes 2016
Parading down the avenue
On the corner of W 46th and 7th
Is where we will bring it in
Neon lights crazy
In an evening rather balmy
Than hazy
I’m sure it will be crazy
Bringing in the New Year
New Post
A new post
On the eve of a new year
Fear of what is to come
What lie ahead
Gathering the words in my head
Head out to the streets of New York
Celebrate the upcoming with
A bottle of bubbles to uncork
Troubles or success
Whatever the new year will bring
We will ring it in
In our new hometown
The only way we know how
To join the others on the streets
Join our voices when we stand
On our feet
Happy New Year
We shout
From the Streets
Atlantic and Pacific
I am no expert
I speak with no certification
Validation
Or Accreditation
This great nation
Built certainly through a process
Of migration
We must hold true
To life, liberty, and freedom
Now we contemplate
Such great
Changes
As 2016 is brought in
I hope the best in the year to come
For the nation that lies
Between the Atlantic and Pacific
And under the sun
A Cup of Songwriting 