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Embark Blindly
29
The final hours down
I can’t say I regret much
Although loosing
Loved ones was rough
A full decade to reflect
Looking back at life’s intersect
Even as I fine tooth comb inspect
I am happy
Moving forward and not leaning back
Bursting at the seems
With high impact
I embark upon 30
30
It takes a moment to set in
Realize the final ringing of the bell
Not an ending
But a closing
Reaching back at this point
Has no meaning
Worthless in my attempts
My vain grabs at last seconds commence
As ten years of live conclude
I had counted down the months
Since I knew
27 turned 28
No big deal
28 turned 29
No 30 was in sight
And tonight
Tonight it sits quite real
Real indeed
It came so quick on my
With high velocity speed
So I reject with no anger or remorse
I will let time do it’s just course
Submit to the seconds that will bring about change
In my mind, body, and soul
I will celebrate my own growing old
But as these last moments unfold
I hope that I can do better in the next ten
No regrets
But not letting up
Seeing the next decade to the end
Age brings about wisdom
Which in turn sets me free
As I embark blindly
Upon the journey
Of turning 30
Light of the Wren – Chase the Sun
Profuse and too many to count
The Austin suns beams
Bending over hills
Setting over the Western runs
The sun
Like a wren
Of the new world
Singing its praises
As the daylights time
Comes due
The city’s unique song
Lingers in my ears
Joy to my heart
Warmth to my limbs
We come limping in at 3 AM
From a wrathful road of flurries
To a fresh morning
As crisp as gently plucked berries
Scandalous in the evening sun
Slipping a cloth lightly over the door
As we embark on the city
Once more
As we disengage the night and snore
We then wake again
When the closing time comes
We set out and chase the sun
Oy Vey Sign
A flat in Brooklyn
With walls thin
Above a Patisserie
Is where you will find
Her and Me
Where the Williamsburg Bridge
Ends
Take a bend
Up north
On the Queens line
But just before the
“Oy, vey” sign
We have found in this confine
We can shine
Breaking out of our old lines
For these poems
Will always remind
Me
Of our time
In Brooklyn
A Better Bet
Unequal substitute
Fulfills a desire though
With nothing to shoot
It is the Scarlet Letter of clothes
The melted plastic of Pleather
Adorned on shoulders and cars
Filling up the seats of old bars
Rather than take life of an animal
Smooth to the touch
Offering a little much
More than a substance
An idea
Pleather over leather
Not ideal, never
It start rather
A car revving it’s engine
We are not moving yet
But it is a much better bet
The Eager Mantle
Notes unclear
A year newly wed
To the laughs of
What the joker said
Uneasy decisions
Laying upon eager mantle
It was never my plan though
It was unclear
A year of reflection
Upon the drum of my ear
Pounds the light sound
Of changing throughout the year
The change would happen
Regardless of my decisions
Blurred my future visions
So on a day of reflection from 2015
Much is to be seen
In 2016
Dream, Live, and Let Go
What can I ask
That has never been asked
What can be done
That I would never want undone
Hope, love, joy
Can not be disposed
Thrown out like toys
What can I give
That can never be taken away
Savored everyday
Let go
But not be forgotten
To let grow
Instead of going rotten
My hope is on the first
Letting go of the second
In a moment
I may stand corrected
But for now I hope
I dream
I give
I let go
Distorted Unequal Wobble
The light passes through glass
Rigid at the top
Distorted unequal wobble
Of light through the bottle
Incandescent lit up flutter
Transparent empty
Filled and dashed away
Sips of cold water saved
Into the hot wash
Cracked plastic dry
On the table coop
In this coffee shop
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Light Bean Roasted
The Brooklyn Cafe
Seven up hot drinks
Laughter
Tunes
Common swoons
While the coffee machine croons
To stiff business collars
And relaxed jackets
Soft sips
Furrowed brows
White tables decorated with coffe stain
Constant drone of the roaster
Light bean roasted
In the Brooklyn Cafe
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Glue My Feet
The passage of time
Unearths the only healing
Sometimes
Maybe I thought I needed
Support when I needed growth
I needed to see less of me
At home
It just exposed some uneasy moments
Anger long since tucked away
I have it good
I’ll be the first to say
But when you give
Only to see love given away
Rejection some would say
Is less than understandable
I feel uncomfortable
In a space that is constricting
Binding and holding in place
Glued my feet in a fast race
Outpaced
What I realized
Of life’s lessons to learn
I could not have both
And what I needed
Was true growth
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