How is the brain
Wired in such a way
That even simple tasks
Under great pressure
Can seem so unachievable
So distant
Out of control
How is it that ideas
Thoughts and motions
Can move my head
In evening rest
To stay awake all night
To turn left and right
So irritable the mind can be
When the pressure is turned high
On me
There is a song that can be played
Over a thousand times and
Never ring old or untrue
A song that is played at wedding times
A song that is by your side in difficult times
To help see you through
To jump on in pure celebrations
To lean on in times of sadness and frustration
There is a couple of chords
A melody so light and easy
That it is played for someone in a wedding gown
Or when you have to lay a loved one down
It can draw tears in the morning
As the sun becomes anew
Falling tears touching cheeks
As water trickles on grass
In the morning dew
There is a song
Played in these time of jubilation
But also in times of desperation
It is a song that celebrates life
But also reflects on what is right
What is right is that there is a song
A song that exists in all of us
That we must sing to each other
From my soul to you
So we can see each other through
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
The bells gently toll along Brooklyn Streets
Reminding us
That this city celebrates and grieves
Lives and breathes
From my studio
You hear the city life come to light
Lighting the sky
Filling the rooms
Walking down Manhattan Avenue
The fog wears heavy on the Manhattan Skyline
Tucked away from view
A sleepy afternoon
The memories of my life
Will be created here
Not in Paris or Tokyo
Rather just east of the Hudson
Learning to go from walking to runnin’
All under the ringing bells
of Brooklyn
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”
Thank God for public transportation
This revelation
Is one of the finest gems
The beauty of the capital of the nation
We are able to move swiftly
Through station
Feet connected to floors
Cold and eternally soaked
To the floorboards of the railcars
A collective quiet continuum
Running from face to face
Some disinterested
Wearing discontent well on their face
Underneath the city
There is a currency of space
Being given and taken
Awarded and mistaken
The sole private goal
Of a seat on a reasonable Subway
Some would just rather pay
Because there is always the lingering
Unreasonable chance
That the cart is filled in advance
But we stagger on
With the commidty of space low
Take it slow
Get on the train
Pull away,
Go
In hopes of doing good
Doing everything you should
Stood proper ready for arrival
But in between every single line
Stands the true test of mankind
Finitely undivine
Some poor fellow with bright light
Shines upon a small error
Eroded and undone
Your lips begin to tighten
As you realize you have failed
At this one chaps small finding
I strive for the perfection
Perfection as far as my detection
But there will always be
Other perspectives
That feel less connected
Intersected with our vision
Even though I do my best
With good will and intention
There is nothing that can prevent
This holier than thou
Intervention
Unconscious desiring
Subconscious manifesting
Hoping on some dream
Of breaking out of the cycle
Money in
Money out
Dinner bought
Rent Owed
–
I wish to make it out
Even to the middle class
But these days
Not even the middle class
Can pass
The boundary
Set up in our system
Of class
–
The city tells me there is no middle
Either you own
Or are owned
There is not much between
The filthy rich
And the much lesser known
Hustling makes you feel alright
But SOMETIMES
It just is not enough
To get you off the ground
For a bigger flight
–
So my ode is this
I’m not trying to hit it big
Or swig Courvoisier from the jar
I’m just trying to get by
With a little extra to put away
Living for today
So this is my ode
I have nothing more to say
On a Tuesday afternoon
I start to feel my hope slip away
Just a bit
It’s that tiny voice it will say
To drudge on in a world uncertain
Don’t give up now
Please don’t pull the curtain
But when I walk down the street
My heart heavy in my chest
The little voice can’t be heard
Can’t be heard anymore
Even when I give it my best
I try to reinvigorate what may be lost
Walking on Manhattan Ave
Damn rents got me down
On such high costs
That I just have to focus on breath
In and out
I can make it through this day
I have not one doubt
I must rekindle the light words
That once rung in my ears
What was once a mighty roar
I just now barely hear
Early morning callings
Waking up from dreams
Rain hits glass soft clipping steam
I think of what 2015 brings
2014 brought many things
New life
Loss of life
Friends
Reminding me that not every new year
Is your friend
But with age comes time
And with time age
Lives are born
While others taken away
So I lay in bed
2 days into the new year
Hope for the best
Hold back my fears
Of what time may bring me
with the New Year
A Cup of Songwriting 