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
My eyes look upon
Something strange
Minutes before dawn
The peace of moments new
A day anew
The weary eyed few
That arise at this hour
Stumble fourth
And yawn to the heavens
Like gentle flowers
We make our ways
Through streets frozen cold
Filled with feet of winter snow
In the city of Chicago
Yet we go
Be it train or car
Foot or bus
We go
To our locations
Bustling confrontations
From skyscrapers
To the subway underneath
Life today is cold
Yet joyous
Continued on with a chorus
Of horns and tires
I salute you Chicago
In the morning hours
We find our purpose
Amongst the weeds
Burst these most beautiful flowers
Shuffled feet
Shouting from pavement
Filled with snow piled black
With dirt and rocks
City people making their way
From one city block
To the next
Steps taken
In order and out of
Spring waiting
For winter to fall
Weeks away
This contest of will power
Contested against the elements
Makes me wonder
What am I doing here
Delays come in Every Shade
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Delays come in every shade
Some unintentional
Some man made
Waiting for the right time
Can be a distraction
While the postponing real resolve
Leads to the utmost dissatisfaction
Running around to wait
To see
To be there
When you need to be
Yet can all be delayed
Postponed
Forlayed
At some point
When the bags are packed
Forward progress has begun
And no looking back
Free yet cautious
Conscious decisions made
For not one more day
Can I be delayed
Let us auto-tune life
Then we can all be perfect
No longer would we
Have to deal with humanity
We would run flawless
No mistakes
Small flaw
Auto tune will show you the way
Pulling back to life pitch perfect
Staying away from flaws
Inherent in you and me
Our relationships perfect and plastic
Held on with nothin but auto-tune
Isn’t it fantastic
I can auto-tune my dog
His barks of baby laughter
Detach ourselves from realty
And just lay back
Then we can all have facades
While our humanity can be tucked away
For no one to see or share
Because we no longer need the human condition
Because auto-tune is there
Guts and glory
Unlikely story
Small town roots
Strapped up big town boots
Through determination
One finds success
In this great nation
Hard work means nothing
It is expected
Luck is where
Preparation and opportunity
Intersected
So no whining about conditions
Relativity
Is a state of mind
Than definitive
Hoping and wishing is bullshit
Work it till your hands bleed
And you’ll be a hit
Small town values
Work through adverse conditions
The ethics you learn
The routine you practice
Will outrun any superstition
Consistency is key
To uniquely creating
Intentionally
Commitment to one
Undone with time
Consistency
Sets me free
Or holds on to me
It is consistent
That I will be
Is there a right
A place where you can be alright
Whether the answer is yes or no
Is there a right
Can one truly be wrong
Without any truth answered
Unresolved
Uncontested
If there is right
Can I choose this
Rather than choosing wrong
Can I choose it
Or does right choose me
Will it pick me up
Or let me be
Can I only know right
If I had been wrong
Right must appear
Through frustration and hope
But in the end I know
I hope
I can choose what was right
Because life is short
Yet days can be long
I hope that in the end
I can choose
Right from wrong
Life happens in a flash
One second you are on top
Then it’s gone in a dash
Life does not occur in a vacuum
Vacuum sealed and sanitary
Life happens
So time goes
It is customary
Releasing seconds
Into hours and days
Till the good lord comes a looking
They is nothing more to say
That if we forget that with times passing
Our fickle minds will fall too
There is no stopping the fate
That lies ahead
For me
And you
Working on waiting
Waiting to work
Life held up
Can be frustrating
Confusing
Held back
Downright
Bemusing
Pick life up
Dust it off
Get going
Go
Let go
Prepare
Live with no care
Work hard
Dedicate
Life is better
Lived this way
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