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
Non Brokered Life Decisions
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Uneasy Life Matters
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
65th Anniversay
It was a conspicuous Sunday
Evident by the uneasy morning
I could tell this was not a resting day
A day of farewell was on the way
My Grandfather who earlier had lost
His only lover
Only 12 days away
From the 65th anniversary
He was on a mission
To hold his heart into submission
So on the 28th
He could launch from this land
To be with his lover on the anniversay
Hold her hand
True his love had lost the love of life
For the one true love of his life
His wife
He was ever determined
One thing for certain
He would not show up late
Wave to the gate holding dignitary
As he must be with his wife
On their 65th anniversay
Greasy Hand Salutation
The fast food fascination
Greasy hand salutation
Black fingernail sludge
With no regard
Just a lopsided smudge
How many mouths enjoy
What the corporate supply chain
Has fed down the drain
From this repulsive trap
We consume such meat
Prestige as if it where a treat
Not one question is asked
Until the collective conscience
Is fully grasped
Then we become more aware
More in tune
Of what is going on in the room
By then our bellies are full of antibiotics
The green eyed optics
Somehow we agreed to this tender
Although we never saw
The face of the sender
With Love
I see the headlines
Death and violence
Run rampantly
The morning
I crack my eyes open
As the world bombards me
All this violence
Is all my eyes see
Violence for fame
Violence as a game
Violence on Social Media
Violence is what the media is feeding you
Or have we become more barbariac
In the way we live
Willing to do whatever it takes
Taking other lives
Even though it is not ours to give
Guns
So many guns
We fear each other now
More than the burning flame in the sky
The sun
Daughters and sons
We are all one of the above
We can not fate hate with hate
Rather with love
Unknowingly Unknown
A case of distracting news
One that one can not simply refuse
The future of art
Is held in the arms of one minds repose
Unknowingly unknown
Somehow the highest calling
Is called from a distant awning
The creation of art
To focus on filters
Rather than a focus in part
Somehow the filters of heard and unheard
Call out some higher prestige fallen
On a certain selection of words
The construction of words
All hail to the critics
It’s all pretty sick
A devastating form of salutation
Pounding into my mind
I hold back the gates
Unfiltered
Untamed
I learned from my mistakes
The best form of creation
Happens in pure refinement
In an attempt to fasten the muscles
To make a call to creation
A new creation in the making
Burgeon of Beauty
A Burgeon of Beauty
Holding hands on a Friday night
Been a long time
But time has not stop us
From feeling alright
Long nights away
From each others side
Dark highways have no way
Of holding you tight
Then comes sickness
Challenges ensue
Conversations float from silly
To the serious
And seriously overdue
In life there is always exchanges
Love and time
For money and statue
Little do we see the hard earned love
Behind the golden statues
The giving hands
Can only give so may gifts
Tonight we hold each other
Closer than before
Loneliness melts
Falling off
Feeling grief no more
It’s a silent seed of love
That we maintain
In a life of give and take
Under the weight and strain
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
Sympathetic Inflections
I am no controlled spirit
Untamed and overgrown
My emotions can be so
Easily swung
Not the words that I am
Proud of
Not in pride am I congested
When I am over zealous
My heart can be to little
Protected
How is it that the same tricks
With new names
Can catch a heart beat
All the same
If I could only go under cover
Into my own deepest detections
Pull out the weakest of
Sympathetic
Inflections
So rather than pick up
The pieces from hopes unmet
I could let my heart down easy
Lay it to rest gentle
While it’s quiet on the set
However my heart will wrestle me
At every turn
Up and down
It’s always involved
Every choice
All around
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…”
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