Tomorrow is a fine day
Tonight might fine too
A decade of life seen
All the way through
But a change is coming
Way out at sea
As I prepare for turning
30
Sea Change
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Tag Archives: Chicago
Ashes to the Sky
I pulled the fangs from a giant
The childlike motions made
It was alright
The industry didn’t need
Poltergeist
The planes of purpose
Sailed over the profits of daily routine
People’s new hopes
Become less of the ideal and more of the reality
The tenuous run up
Run down
The industry itself was turned upside down
We grab what we can
Our purpose hangs in the rafters
We present ourselves in a different light
Hoping to created from every side
As one industry sinks
Another arises
From the ashes to the sky
Short Lines
How many words can fit in this line
So many life experiences
In so little time
Underlined by growth
Participation
In the whole world
As a congregation
To sum up the last weeks adventures
I would have to surrender some details
Only focus on what come initially
Practically rather than brilliantly
I have flown over the ocean
Swam in the French Rivera
Been pummeled by rain
Been in a plane scared
Taken a train
Halfway across Europe
Eaten dinner out of small tin cups
Watch sunsets over the Mediterranean Sea
Seen things
I probably shouldn’t have seen
Watch a double rainbow extend over the mountains
While lovers kissed
Made friends
In true simpleness
Had conversations well past the finish line
Share a romance well past my time
All of these images
Are hard to fit in the lines
But I try
As the world changes my eyes
All things constant under the wool sky
Back in this town
We never grew up in
However we did live in
So this seems
With summers breeze
Lofty dreams
Four years ago
We grew up in
Chicago
Although never in residence
In learning and patience
Great drives back
To Lakeshore
And North Broadway
There once was a time and place
Where this felt like home
On a summers day
In Chicago
A Tradition of Bad Decisions
Oscar has no love for fraternities
On that note
Oscar’s love left him
When she was in a sorority
I guess she had different
Priorities
While the majority of the US
Has the tradition of bad decisions
Oscar from Paris
Sees it much differently
He said that everyone
Was into his french accent
He was a type of delicacy
At these types of sororities
But they lacked in advanced thought
Somehow this childish nature
Would furnish a top degree
Oscar could not disagree more
I found this conversation
At a bar in Brooklyn
With delightful fascination
Oscar and me
Talking about sororities
In New York City
A Sweltering Embrace
The long sweat drips down my face
Leaving a trace
A vibrant jet stream
Cooling attempts being made
The sun spares no shade
On a New York City day
People walk carelessly
Trying not to perspire
None at all is desired
The subways bellow a thick
Steam as you enter in
Blowing the summer wind
Not much you can do
To evade
Or catch any shade from the heat
It is a element of highest rank
Infiltrating the smallest space
Under the heat of summer
With a sweltering embrace
Joy: The Elastic Life
Oh the joy of redemption
To give life a exultant expression
When it pushes you to the end
Past the point of a simple bend
To the breaking convex
Not easy but rather complex
It gives back
One small ounce
To help push the mind
From the weathered mounds
The joy that can be felt
When life tries to help you out
Picks you up a bit
After seeing you almost drown
I am happy for these days
To be enjoyed and endured
To see a light in the woods
When all of life seemed unsure
One, Two, Three
‘Up, one, two, three…”
Rest
I wonder how long I can do this
Just maintain
Sustain a healthy life
What about my career
Am I headed in the right direction
Ah f*ck directions
‘Up, one, two, three…”
Rest
I wonder if we will make rent this week
Can we afford to get some food tonight
I am sure we will be alright
Last time I checked we were
‘Up, one, two, three…”
Rest
I can’t believe how sore I am today
Walking over 5 miles a day
It’s a little much
To work and play
But I am tough
I am a New Yorker
‘Up, one, two, three”
Rest
4 workouts in a weeks
Trying to keep my body in peak shape
Just for the strength I need
To carry on life
To make progess where I thought
I could make none
Back
‘Up, one, two, three…”
A City Cup
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
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
