In 4 minutes I will attempt
To write words
Strung together with
Some meaning
My eyes are stuck to the screen
Gleaming
Written in an attempt to say
What I have postponed along the way
Returning to ritual
Feels good
Yet not unusual
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
Complicated questions
On complicated days
Complicated thoughts
On complicated days
De-complicate me please
Set my uneasy thoughts at ease
Soon I will smell an autumn
New York City breeze
McCarren Park through the trees
De-complicate my fall
In the city
So I can enjoy the beauty
Of the pretty city
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
The country mind
Somehow growing up dreaming of the city
The bright lights
Open all night
The bustle of people
And feeling alright
Yet differently
How the city mind
Grows up dreaming of the country fields
Wind swept
Vast land appeal
There is no perfect remedy to this deal
For one desires the other
For the other can never be
What the city life provides
The country life will never be
So fill life full with many experiences
Long for the city
Long for the fields
The experiences we gain
We be our minds true yield
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
I don’t believe the cliches
Until one day
I stop right in my tracks
Others unable to help
When I truly ask
How is it so unequivocally true
That one senses success
They become less understanding
Of what they can help and do
I never believed the silly cliches
Until this happened to me one day
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 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
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
