Express Success

The teetering success 

Hinges upon the ability 

To express

The words communicated

From mind to hand 

Delivered neatly 

Thought out 

Without distress

These words exceed

Or fall short

That is no fault of my own

Just a lack of understanding

New territory unknown

The Eager Morning Awaits

Some days I count

Other days are spelled out

Each letter taken

With care and attention

T

Thunderous and thoughtful

Thinking it through

O

Offering wonderful oblique

Opaque moments

D

Dazzling distractions

Distant drunken cousins

A

Ample amounts of inertia

Aching in mornings

Y

Youth charged nights

Young and yearning for life

 

Returning to metrics and numeric

Counting days

Passing like reflector strips

On the vacant highway

1

2

3

Passing by the seats of you and me

Today we take each moment

Cherishing

We try to own it

What we say

What we do

The eager morning awaits

Me and you

Cost Driver

What drives cost
The cost maker
Takes us passenger
Recklessly driving
Swerving
No idea what where we are
Or were we are headed
Corporate HQ wants to know
How it can keep
Every penny free
Food becomes commodity
Consumed by you and me
The cheaper it is
The less I recognize
What it is I consume
They will be selling air
At higher margins
Very soon
I’m just trying to make rent and stay alive
While the money type
Keep costs low
On this reckless drive

Seconds Burning Brightly

Lingering seconds
Burning brightly
Days passing
So fast
Unsightly
Proving grounds found
Tucked away
On foreign grounds
We have made new paths
We have made new friends
Perfected our sound
In a new space
In a huge town

Mere Mortals

Making paths out of town
Stairs up
Stairs down
Padded feet touching the blackened ground
Boston to Brooklyn
Now Minnesota bound
Skyscrapers fill eyes wide looking all around
Flights to catch
Caught above ground
Subways clock click and pass
Under bridges and street
Towering overpass
The city passes us along to world portals
Making life bigger than what the mind
Is capable of
We are just mere mortals

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Wasted Why

I care to know when
I care to know how
Or what made the formation
Of the mind
To reach the conclusion
Given
But I have no interest in why
You must settle that score
In your own mind
On your own time
For I can not waste any if mine

Radiohead goes Public

I just heard that Spotify the music streaming Internet software company is going to go public in the coming year. So as a full-time musician, I was shocked to realize that this corporation and it’s soon to be investors, are going to be able to make money in an industry where the employees – a.k.a. musicians – are rarely ever paid. I have reviewed my paycheck of four cents from thousands of plays from Spotify over the past four months and I find this be hard to believe that they are going to go public and make millions of dollars with their investors, and yet they still have no plan on how to compensate the exploited musicians. Is amazing that investors and a company can make money in an industry where musicians are not even come fair wages. Sickening. I propose that Radiohead go public along with Spotify, this would at least give me a reason to be excited that a band has found a way to make money and survive in this market, rather than some bullshit high rise corporate executive. The sad realization, it is easier to make money exploiting hard working bands, than to be out doing hard work, creating great music and being a band. So to this I say, screw you Spotify – and long live rock and roll.

-NP

Certain Uncertainty

Mary’s not going to pay her bills on time
No concern for fine cheese and expensive wines
Riding subways straight
Under the streets
Standing upright on sore feet
Asthma machine is 6 feet deep
Her certainty in uncertain
Uncertain of the next job
Or the next paycheck
Not contained in simple
Passages from underground
I wish to help
For I stand helpless
These poems ideas felt a million times before
What can I offer
What can I do more
These circumstances I can not change
Take her world rearrange
Life fruit lay in her bounty
For I am the one who must need pity
Wanting to help
With nothing to give
Yet neither of us should shed pity on others life lived
So I walk on
Battle over
Defeated
Destroyed inside
Maybe if I offered help I would feel alive
But I walk through the tunnels to my next passage
From the subways to the streets
And on with life

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