The breeze through the leaves of New York City
Any other city would be untrue
Somehow in a full town
It feels like just me
And you
The Leafy City Trees
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On Repeat
There comes a point
When the life you dream
Becomes the life you live
There is no slowing down
No retreat
What you have to give
Must be in high quality
And on repeat
The dedication becomes meditation
Reaching for the highest moment
Unknown
The moments continue to grow
To make new opportunities
The moments can be less
About what you do
They begin to define
You
The Possession of Fluent Success
The unknown path of success
Teeters as much in my hands
As it does at rest
It balances not with my abilities
Talents or goodwill
It will find a line curved
Sloped sideways
And up a hill
The great challenge is to wait
Undisturbed
Knowing that I am
Unacquainted with the ways of success
It must pass from my hands
Through the eyes of onlookers
Into ears and slowly through hearts
Then it must make it way
Back out through the mouth
To adhere to other ears
Drumming to the sound of what is new success
These ears must then determine if my notes
Pass their discernment test
For which at this point
I have no possession of fluent success
It is now in the air we breathe
The sights we see
It is out there tucked away
Against the mess
Somehow
I can not define
What is success
Lost Light
When a light goes off
In a cold and distant sky
I look up
With wipe dried eyes
The world needs good people
Full of life and vibrancy
Courteous and full of decency
Does the world become darker
Or does it balance with new light
Finding new ones
The giving kind
For all of mankind
I hope that the lives of new souls
Bless the world
Wherever we go
For when we loose light
We now are the light
We must aspire to be bright
In a world that goes a little dimmer
When we loose a beautiful light
The Infinite Race
There are days
When the end lays ahead
A clear finish
Instead of a benchmark
Days when my soul can rest easy
My mind I can appease
Yet on other days
There is this
Infinite tease being played on me
This mind wander
Aways second guessed
Slowing thoughts helps to
Slow emotions
That if I can just reach one goal
At a time
I don’t have to set every single one
In motion
So on these days I try to slow down
Realize even walking is an even pace
On this Infinite Race
If You Let the World
If you let the world
Serve you bad coffee
It most certainly will
Some may blast this as
Pretentious
But be cautious
As my case I present
–
I walked slowly
Rolling into the cafe
Dim lit on my way
Through Illinois and Iowa
I could just tell from the sight of her
It was not going to be easy
Uneasy was the feeling
Her stare into mine
But I had to wonder
Is it worth my time
To ask for something
Other than a glass of turpentine
–
I realized this rush was no longer
About coffee or personality
I was unsure if I was afraid
If I should abate my post
Where were these feelings
Overwhelming me
Like the holy ghost
–
She could tell I was uneasy
Pushed hard for me to move on
In a quick minute my mind had reacted
I was going to let her
Her
Win
I was not going to step out of line
I would rather walk away disgruntled
Than to let her get her energy infused to mine
–
As I walked away and the next customer approached
After I was dismally reproached
In such light and airy way she won her way
Exacting my energy from my eyes I would say
–
I opened the door for my fail grandeur
She managed her own will on mine
I was let down
But I soon learned in the quickness of time
It is with certainty
That I can speak certainly
If I do not speak certainly
Than uncertainty will belittle my will
This will leave my ego and soul ill filled
So when the world attempts to push you down
From a simple coffee – blurred old brown
Don’t let the light be pushed away
Sometimes the light is needed
Confidence displayed
The world will accept you
And not push you back
Instead of slowly whimpering
“I’ll just drink my coffee black”
The Little
The smallest amount of time
Of distance
From start to finish
From beginning to end
Fathering mile
To resting place
Over 3,000 miles on the earths face
We begin with a push
Knowing full well the end lies
Far far ahead
But we push on
For me
Through poems and songs
From sea to shining sea
From pale white to vivid blue
We see our journeys through
From the boroughs of the city
To the far west LA
Eternal summer fitting
A journey that teaches us to open
Rather than close
To grow
In what you learn
And what you know
Thin Nights
The late night salute
4 AM
Late night eyes
To boot
We dance with our technology
Until the wee hours
Entangled in a web
On a web
Every last fiber in my head
Connected
Needing the next moment
I own it
This is the way I spend the hours
Working
Trying to connect the un connectable
While my head is full
Eyes bloodshot and wide
Hair frayed
Dismayed
Until my head is laid
This is the routine
I try to break out
But something new is always breaking in
There is no loss no win
Just spending every last hour
Until the night runs thin
The Bread Shop Stop
The scent of change
Came at 4 AM
I rolled over in my bed
“When was the last time
I smelled the fresh bread”
At this point I was completely
In my head
I knew the change was coming
The bakery was on its way out
I still had one small shriveled doubt
Maybe the planned buyout
Was not as good of a plan
They would develop a alternate route
As I lay awake
Thinking
It had been at least a week
So I cracked the curtain to take
A quick peek
The burnt carmel building
Was at a complete standstill
I could see this from
My windowsill
Never again would the smell of
Fresh bread bellow
Down Manhattan Avenue
It was a nice offset to bus exhaust
But now it is lost
Lost
Gone
I am new here
I own that I have very airy feelings
Where others die-cast old love
Would feel it in there hearts much above
I can remember
When my wife and I stopped in
Knocked on the door
A man came out from within
Gave him a 5 spot and
Us a loaf
We stood on the corner
Eating it whole
The memory was the brightest
Of the few short lived time
But the old place is gone
Make way for the condos
Pack it up and move on
A Kiss of Rushing Waves
The webs we weave
The dreams we chase
Unchaste and yet true
At first we were revered as outcasts
Not sure of the way
Decisions would see us through
We made a life in the city
Tried to keep our heads
Above the rushing waves
Staved off by a blissful kiss
Sea myst
Over our eyes
We saw the world
Around which we realized
That staying put
Was no option
No higher calling
Even when the walls
The dream itself
Was falling
We see it through
Another night spent
Late night chatter
Even thought nothing was really
The matter
We see it through
Me and you
A Cup of Songwriting 