Get after it late
Get after it early
Life is good
And you are worthy
The mantra begin
Then repeats
Repeats
Repeats
Until I am so driven
Driven out of my seat
Around the room
Hope of accomplishment
Seeing the fruits of hard work
Embark
Upward
Forward
And Out
Drunk Thai food
Packing
And back on the road
Brooklyn on the road behind me
Passing through
And away
NYC bully the light of day
Packages to go
Bagels for the road
And go
The smell of linens
Warmed hot in driers
Lamp post
Stuck with weekend fliers
Rusted out steel on buildings facade
Bustling traffic on Kenmare
I make my way to the Williamsburg Bridge
Over the eastern edge
And back to Brooklyn
No more than a bed
To call my own
The only options are rent
No hopes to own
So our time here is quick
Subtle and sweet
Seeing some familiar
Faces out on the street
The people still hustle
Just as I remember
Checking in 2 months past
September
The city sways easy in Autumn leaves
Until it will soon be our time to leave
Non brokered life decisions
Going broke
With entitlements given
We hope upon life grandeur
The vestments of blessings
Hopefully lay ahead
Life uncertain
Is better than certain
Mentally dead
A mind scattered
Pulled apart and tattered
Will make not one noise when shattered
Yet others will wonder and chatter
With him there is something wrong
Something must be the matter
But no words will be used to flatter
My uneasy life matters
It was a conspicuous Sunday
Evident by the uneasy morning
I could tell this was not a resting day
A day of farewell was on the way
My Grandfather who earlier had lost
His only lover
Only 12 days away
From the 65th anniversary
He was on a mission
To hold his heart into submission
So on the 28th
He could launch from this land
To be with his lover on the anniversay
Hold her hand
True his love had lost the love of life
For the one true love of his life
His wife
He was ever determined
One thing for certain
He would not show up late
Wave to the gate holding dignitary
As he must be with his wife
On their 65th anniversay
Back at it again
It’s the name of the game
Fears and road blocks
Float away like melodies
Melodies in the easy wind
I come back to the writing
Uneasy and writhing
But the words fall from my mind
To my hand
Drift from a lovers hope
All the way back up the rope
I start back up
Like a stiff old startup
Rise up
And write again
How many words can fit in this line
So many life experiences
In so little time
Underlined by growth
Participation
In the whole world
As a congregation
To sum up the last weeks adventures
I would have to surrender some details
Only focus on what come initially
Practically rather than brilliantly
I have flown over the ocean
Swam in the French Rivera
Been pummeled by rain
Been in a plane scared
Taken a train
Halfway across Europe
Eaten dinner out of small tin cups
Watch sunsets over the Mediterranean Sea
Seen things
I probably shouldn’t have seen
Watch a double rainbow extend over the mountains
While lovers kissed
Made friends
In true simpleness
Had conversations well past the finish line
Share a romance well past my time
All of these images
Are hard to fit in the lines
But I try
As the world changes my eyes
All things constant under the wool sky
Plug me in
Thoughts outside the program
Are the ultimate sin
Emotions are fouls
As older feels
Under the jowls
We are now bread to be emotionless
Plug in technology
Meaningless
How is it
That the one trait
That secures our own humanistic state
Is now to be sought out
Shot down
Not welcomed
Frowned
The highest sense of awareness
Is trumped by sedentariness
Now generations are called to the lowest
Common denominator
I hold my emotions with pride
It is what makes humanity real on the inside
Robotic eclectic humanistic
Is not for me
Realistic
So I will stay unplugged
In the most literal sense
Connected human sense
Until I am not allowed
Where can we turn
When the world turning around
The world we created
Falls down
We fail us
Celebrities casting cosmic dust
On a race of humanity
Yet at times so inhumane
Full of disdain
Pains
Me to see this travesty
All around
In the papers
Insidious creatures from the ground
Clown
With my future
Its subversive to even ask now
Why there is such a break down
In race negotiations
Legitimate marriage situations
Crime in big cities
I need some good news
Something so good I can not refuse
The beauty of the love we all share
We share it somewhere
Just not in the headlines
More so in the outerlines
Humanity is great than celebrity
Is greater than these travesties
Is greater than cheap obscenity
And I hold this hope
To be true
A Cup of Songwriting 