Tag Archives: brooklyn

The Single Bird on the Avenue

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A single bird flies down Manhattan Avenue

2 wings flapping strong in the wind

Gentle acceleration

Calling out lightly at 6 AM

Such stillness can exist in the city

High hitting trains come to a stop

To see this small bird perched atop

The brownstones of Brooklyn

Resting its wings

To begin it’s ritual sing

Lighten the roads with laughter

The clanking of iron clad walls

Retracted

Open for business now

Seemingly attractive

Deliveries on time and delayed

Now I rush out the door

To see the bird fly away

Thought Delayed

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My brain in a bottle of kombucha on a ride through the rockies

Fermented and pressurized ready to explode

Some days my mind winds up so fast

With nowhere to go

Those days seem to be the most frustrating

Deranging

Planning becomes insufficient

My minds moves quicker than a prayer to St. Vincent

Contingent on results

That can no be provided quick enough

To ease my worried thoughts

I wish I was more thought delayed

Taking my days with quite more ease

Rather than trying to just run away

The mind can be a mild pond or a ravenous sea

Somehow I am the one who decides

It’s ultimately up to me

Sweet Subtleties

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The sweet subtleties of the city

Through the breeze of leaves

Blossom from the long winter

Spring man now enter

In the calmness of May

May we be entertained by the weather

Alone

The gentle feel of a mild day

Close your eyes

To feel the city lift you away

Vast Land Appeal

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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

A City Cup

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The delicate bliss

Of chlorine

Mixed with a mild coffee bean

Acidic and complex

Every element sampled and contained

The foggy windows from a morning rain

Even the exhaust from the street

Owns a part all the same

The complexity of a coffee in Brooklyn

Is yet a bit more tedious

You can feel this

Sweet berry high notes

With cleaning residue

Somehow city coffee is just

As good as you can do

From drops off the grinds

To a coffee cup warm and kind

City coffee is it’s own sampling

Of all the air fresh and old

A city cup

Hearty and bold

The Leafy City Trees

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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 Possession of Fluent Success

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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

Perfusion of the Sociopath

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The inconsolable sociopath

Taking note of what to destroy

Along the path

It is sad

That little can be done for such sadness

How can I reflect on my own faults

Weaknesses and shortcomings

Undone and left for incomplete

I wake in the morning

To refine the nimbleness of the fingers

Mind and stretch the soul

I will admit that my own weakness

Is that I can not slow down

Take hold

But if we search for only the shortcomings

Of one another

We will be sorely disappointed

None can claim perfection as a profession

Such naysayers can have such perfusion

A fusion feeding the needing soul

Passing through this life

Looking for the simple imperfections to hold on to

I pass over this

Wake up again and let it go to rest

There is only so much stress

I stay cool

Under the real life test

The Great Pressure

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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

A Song to See Me Through

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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