Will there be a next time
When all has gone wrong
What makes me thing
There is another chance
Maybe what we have
Is what we must make
Work
So give unto the day
All you have
To make it the day
You dream of
Next Time
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Tag Archives: Chicago
The Train
Wild train
Running over the tracks
Blasting the horn
Into the past
As the ground rumbles
One little bit
I see the train
Running in
A
Fit
Onto the next town and station
That’s the way it’s
Making
Building Blocks
Building blocks
Or blocks to building
Is the perspective
From the ground
Of a feeling
Not a reality
Of what is coming
When the worlds
Falls to itself
In a basket
On the ground
Chicago Coffee
It’s been a long while
Waiting in lines for a cup
Passing through the city
On a grey day
The bustle moves through
As the city churns on
But the memories it brings back
I’ve been missing all along
To take in the moment
And don’t let it go
Chicago is the city
I saw first as a child
From Michigan City
Now I hold the memories
And what they
Mean to me
Blistered
A blistering start
To the day
Is a way
To see that there
Is actually hope
To see the inverse
Of what is presented
And now in reverse
I can see what is true
Simple Times
Were there ever simple times?
A time when everything was smooth
As the morning dew
Rather I object
That time neither existed
In romance or
Realism but
Was a fragment
Of imagination
Lodged in the hopeful
For today is the day
Of hope for me
Regardless of the fate I see
We start in with
Today
Precious Inventions
What is brought to life
Will bring us into life
Full
In a new way
Of hope and feeling
Take heed for the love
You feel sets you
Free
The Glove
If the glove fits
But what if it’s not your glove
But found from someone
Else’s mishaps of the day
Rather return the glove
For in time the glove of mankind
Will wrap you with goodness
And that will be
Your place to see
When all is right
It can set you free
Obnoxious
I was a little wild
In my youth
The memories have
I am glad
I made it through
To see the days
Of a finer wisdom
Upon my life
So I am grateful
To be here
And everyday too
Romantic Memories
A city on the river
Embolden with water
On every side
To take the high life
Or the high line
Of what memories I have
Of the city
Style of
Life
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