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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The Greatest Descent
What is safety
Pushed away unsafely
City streets stirred up and shady
It seems a story slams the headlines
Daily
The feeling is uneasy
Slightly crazy
How is it that civilization
Can never be quite content
Individuals looking for a reason
For the greatest descent
Wake up on Monday morning
The headlines read
3 men attacked with guns
On the streets
New York City
In the highest of high rises
No reason to sympathize
For one foolish man
Can bring down the hearts of 3
Right on the streets of the city
Disputes, commutes, early mornings
No sudden warning
My wife and I were only 4 miles away
Uneasy it seems these days
Life can be short of pretty
On tough days in New York City
De-Complicate Me Please
Complicated questions
On complicated days
Complicated thoughts
On complicated days
De-complicate me please
Set my uneasy thoughts at ease
Soon I will smell an autumn
New York City breeze
McCarren Park through the trees
De-complicate my fall
In the city
So I can enjoy the beauty
Of the pretty city
Tomorrows End
The painstaking rearranging of change
Unfolds like a cold flow of blood
To the brain
The tightness urges a little saying
Bursting out from my grasped lips
I can not think of tomorrows end
Or uncertainty certain bend
I just focus on the moment in front
Not two behind
What lies ahead is what I will find
The constant ebb and flow of the tide
Makes me feel uneasy sometimes
So it is in change that I find solace
Even though the certain I will miss
Upon the altering sunsets
I will rest my eyes
Upon a new state line
A think for a time
How constant flow around me
Can help me see the true bounty
Of life
Forgotten Ground
The greatest of all challenges
Of my generation
Will be to see a life we once had
Nod to a fleeting moment
That the future has no place for the past
Endless consumption could never last
In the place of old habits
Birth new minimal ways
To say
That we no desire what we need
Rather than the desire of heart
We will fight our inner conflict
Lives lived between iron curtains thick
Of inter web communities
It will the true call of unity
When we give up a hand
Rather than an app
We come back to making the US great
Rebuild and innovate
That is my hope
Upon decimated buildings
We can build a new future
With knife and suture we will repair our wounds
Unto prosperity bound
From town to town
Reclaim forgotten ground
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
A Cascading Wind
A cascading wind
Falls hard on our shoulders
Unknown to me
While the years make me older
Outlived truths
Falsities of our youth
Holding the ropes between
Me and you
The flip side of this situation
Is to tell you with little procrastination
That I hold you dear
My dear
We hold strong together
Under uncertain weather
Under skies grey or blue
I hold on to you
Startup
Back at it again
It’s the name of the game
Fears and road blocks
Float away like melodies
Melodies in the easy wind
I come back to the writing
Uneasy and writhing
But the words fall from my mind
To my hand
Drift from a lovers hope
All the way back up the rope
I start back up
Like a stiff old startup
Rise up
And write again
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
Blue Print Plan
Hard to imagine
That my body is not the same
As five years ago
There is no blue print plan
Mentality expands
Trading wisdom for youth
I don’t recognize the latter
In a picture
Or anything for the matter
Music a new pathway sends
Seeing sunsets through revitalized lens
How is it that I can be the same
Not feeling anything the same
Physically all new
Just the name
Is the one part that stays the same
Yet my mind continues on a linear path
For it is a wonderful question to ask
How we can rebirth ourselves
Yet maintain the constant roots
Even when I awake before the dew
It is still me
It is still you
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