Happenstance
Tuesday sunsets
Photo shoots
Unnamed contagious suit
Make our way on the east side
We will ride
Making appointments on time
Barely
Sun rips through the fields
So filling
So sweet
Happenstance
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I Owe You a Stare
I owe a stare to you
A stare of wonder
Concern
But more wonder than concern
I will become absorbed in your beauty
Radiant beauty
The odds that I could be
Completely absorbed in your smile
The way your throw your hair back
You could be a beauty ambassador
A lovely representative
I owe you a stare
To make you feel cherished
How great would the odds be
If I were a suspect on trial
That your eyes would lock back on mine
It could just so happen
That in this quick motion
Our eyes collide in meeting
Like atoms of plutonium
It will happen
I will stare
And nothing will ruin that moment
For I owe you a stare
Glue My Feet
The passage of time
Unearths the only healing
Sometimes
Maybe I thought I needed
Support when I needed growth
I needed to see less of me
At home
It just exposed some uneasy moments
Anger long since tucked away
I have it good
I’ll be the first to say
But when you give
Only to see love given away
Rejection some would say
Is less than understandable
I feel uncomfortable
In a space that is constricting
Binding and holding in place
Glued my feet in a fast race
Outpaced
What I realized
Of life’s lessons to learn
I could not have both
And what I needed
Was true growth
Polarities in the Deep Sea Ocean
I wish I could understand
My own angered emotions
I wake up in the fog of
A misty blue ocean
No warning in sight
My destiny it seems
Hope infected with blight
Animal with parasite
A foundation
Buckling at the beams
It’s not that I am upset
Just set in a way
I guess I just have ambivalence
Somedays
“I don’t mean to be too frank”
I tell my wife
She is the golden leaf
In my life
But I have to understand
My own emotions
Polarities in the deep sea ocean
I will struggle through
A cup of caffeine
I am sure will do
Some food too
And back to work
I’m sure
I’ll make it through
Swat at the Sun
Fear will not overcome
Truth, hope, love
Can not come undone
Swat at the sun
Sit and suck your thumb
Hopes of fear
Small minds have
Truly will never overcome
Fundamentally: You and Me
The sense of unity
A deep spring within you and me
Is fundamentally
An idea which
We should all agree
Ideally
However when a evil tragedy
Strikes the innocents
Lacking any true humanity
What are we left with
Other than a hollowed out hope
A useless and frayed rope
I have a belief
That there is more to unite
Than to tear apart
We as humans all share a common heart
Not emotionally
Purely physically
We are born with brains and toes
We all face our challenges of growing old
Not all is lost in humanity
I just saw someone yesterday
Help a lost fellow on the street
Maybe a hope of full unity may fall away
The hands of each other
We somehow share a sense of commonplace
Deep within the human race
On a Monday it seems burned out
Washed up and worn out
The hope runs like a well deep underground
Running full but without a sound
I share this hope
That is the simple humanity of each other
That we are truly bound
Consequences
It’s not the consequences
Of my actions that scare me
It’s the consequences of my inactions
That scare me
Avoid the Voids
Paris to NYC
Trying to turn a hope
Into a dynasty
We had a helluva trip
From the grounds of the Rockefeller
To the Parisian sun
We take one step as it comes
Each stage of fear
We soon overcome
Out in the streets of these cities
Avoid the voids
Headphones on to block the noise
Our journey spans the world
A bespoken pearl
We hold hands
Change everything we know
With every path we go
Ominous Tapestry
The rain collects
Small pools on the ground
The peeling of the rubber
From the ground
The great majesty
Of buildings
Disappearing in the up high
The ominous tapestry in the sky
Unfold the fog from morning sights
Wake a new
The New York Skyline
Quick beeps and parked cars
Sirens alarm
Back up quick
Away from harm
The simplest yet amazing charm
From Brooklyn over the East arm
I breathe out
And hold the next
How this city is quite simple
Yet eternally complex
Back to Brooklyn
The smell of linens
Warmed hot in driers
Lamp post
Stuck with weekend fliers
Rusted out steel on buildings facade
Bustling traffic on Kenmare
I make my way to the Williamsburg Bridge
Over the eastern edge
And back to Brooklyn
No more than a bed
To call my own
The only options are rent
No hopes to own
So our time here is quick
Subtle and sweet
Seeing some familiar
Faces out on the street
The people still hustle
Just as I remember
Checking in 2 months past
September
The city sways easy in Autumn leaves
Until it will soon be our time to leave
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