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Cellophane Pictures

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Cellophane Pictures

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Cellophane pictures

Cell phones

Talking

Bitter feelings

Emerge

Conceding nothing

Taking everything

Consumer products

Produced with ideals

Placement perfect

A mechanical seal

Touching fingers nimble

A relevant symbol

Memories commemorated

Can be used and heard

With these

Cellophane pictures

The Morning Salute

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My eyes look upon

Something strange

Minutes before dawn

The peace of moments new

A day anew

The weary eyed few

That arise at this hour

Stumble fourth

And yawn to the heavens

Like gentle flowers

We make our ways

Through streets frozen cold

Filled with feet of winter snow

In the city of Chicago

Yet we go

Be it train or car

Foot or bus

We go

To our locations

Bustling confrontations

From skyscrapers

To the subway underneath

Life today is cold

Yet joyous

Continued on with a chorus

Of horns and tires

I salute you Chicago

In the morning hours

We find our purpose

Amongst the weeds

Burst these most beautiful flowers

Delays come in Every Shade

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Delays come in Every Shade

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Delays come in every shade

Some unintentional

Some man made

Waiting for the right time

Can be a distraction

While the postponing real resolve

Leads to the utmost dissatisfaction

Running around to wait

To see

To be there

When you need to be

Yet can all be delayed

Postponed

Forlayed

At some point

When the bags are packed

Forward progress has begun

And no looking back

Free yet cautious

Conscious decisions made

For not one more day

Can I be delayed

 

Is there a Right?

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Is there a right

A place where you can be alright

Whether the answer is yes or no

Is there a right

Can one truly be wrong

Without any truth answered

Unresolved

Uncontested

If there is right

Can I choose this

Rather than choosing wrong

Can I choose it

Or does right choose me

Will it pick me up

Or let me be

Can I only know right

If I had been wrong

Right must appear

Through frustration and hope

But in the end I know

I hope

I can choose what was right

Because life is short

Yet days can be long

I hope that in the end

I can choose

Right from wrong

 

Wait and See

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10 feet of snow coming

Fresh bread on the counter

Waiting for the snow to come

Can’t leave

Worst storm in years

Mother nature throwing it in high gear

Dusting trees and coating drives

Glad to be warm and alive

They say it could reach 50 below

Plus at least 4 feet of snow

Today alone

Tomorrow will bring frigid air from Canada

Going be hard to see what happens to us

But we are warm

Inside a home

So there is no reason to be alone

We watch the weather and stay warm

This is the Midwest

So we come prepared

Where there is ice and wind

We burn through without a care

But this snow is different

Not quite so innocent

We will wait and we will see

What this winter storm

Will turn out to be

 

Carnival of Waste

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Nothing disappointed me in music this year more than the claim or title that somehow Kayne West was the new Dylan. I needed to vent on this one.

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It’s all about the hoes and the clothes

Songs about what others drove

Sipping crystal and shitting gold

That is what the new preacher told

My generation defined by such vanity

This new rhyme and rhythm

Isn’t what it used to be

Everyone singing about the “me”

How to satisfy oneself

Whether it be blatant

Or stealth

If Kayne is the new Dylan

Rolling up in a Bentley of Crimson

I will disown my own soul

If this is the price that must be tolled

For such vanity and glutton cannot be forgiven

Every single talent that is given

Should be taken away

Rather than wasted

Dylan sang for a generation

Calling awareness and action

Now all I hear is bullshit

Shooting gun

Pleasure the only “one”

To the ultimate satisfaction

I have no time for this carnival of waste

This recycled culture

Of copy and paste

I have no allegiance to this self-serving leader

Kayne no Jesus

And me no Peter

He defines no time

He is prolific poet

Not a single humble feature

Pathetic

It is to waste with such vigor

With chains of gold

Top down in the middle of winter

My frustration with my own generation

Giving golden crowns to those

With self views of inflation

I will not adhere to any of your calls

Forget your pitiful attempts to write your name

On history’s walls

I am not your follower and others say too

What you say does not reflect

In the things you do

No wishes for a brighter future

All the brightness taken

With your own scalpel and suture

So I willfully deny you of this title

Makes me sick if I just stayed idle

Kayne is no Dylan

That I know today

I will not change anything with words

But I said

What I needed to say

Trying to Find

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Trying to find the words

or the thoughts

Unable to connect
Through any pathways

Waiting

Hoping for inspiration

Lost with passing moments

So when time passes with nothing to say

Why not then say

Nothing at all

 

 

The Genius of Catch

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If Not for Perfection

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I wish not for perfection

Rather somewhere

At the intersection

Of preparation

And the continuation

Of ones course

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The readiness is created

By all the time spent

Re-taking

Take after take

Just for one good virtuous shake

The artist prepares with good intent

Content on rehearsal

Frustrated with constraint

Holding the power to change

Is the key to arranging

The true masterpiece that lies within

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The strokes fall smooth on the page

Many hours have been spent

To create this moment

In this perfect age

The feelings and the artistry dance

Upon the blank canvas

Creating great swaths of golden hues

No reason to overdue

Simple strokes and committed lines

Hours spent caressing this craft

To create a mindless illusion

The genius of catch

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Illustrious moments turn to intricate delicacy

As the grand swaths revolve to small movement

This is where preparation meets commitment

Where the small lines have the greatest impact

No thought or stroke left un-in-tact

This creation flows from the mind

Through the heart and blood

To the muscles and fingertips

Out onto the canvas

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So what was once within

Can be seen without

Having to speak or convey

The image left upon the page

The true masterpiece

Time to Reflect

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Time to reflect

On decisions

That have been made

Others postponed

And delayed

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Where I stand today

May not affect tomorrow

So how do I quite know

If this is where I should

Go

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So many questions

Yielding very few answers

The scenery does not change

If I just choose to

Stand here

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The past 3 years

Decisions were not bad

But if I could go back

What would I instruct

That poor young lad

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I might say

Act with confidence

And cause

What you do not gain

Is not quite a loss

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Move quick

And stay nimble

The world will not wait

for your heart delayed

its that simple

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Fear holds you

Hostage at blank point

But behind the gun

Is no ammo

It holds you

Until you let go

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Youth is fleeting

Do not become to attached

From your young wirey hands

This gift will be quickly snatched

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But do not lose hope

There is no reason

What you lose one year

You will find stronger

In another season

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Patience is key

But do not get complacent

Words striking and true

But you truly have to face them

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In the end

Know your goal

Or destination

There is no minute hand

When the clock is wasting

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Finally push back

Word hard

And stay committed

When it is all over

You will be glad you did it

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I hope that in another few years

I can read this back

And have new wisdom

To share

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But for now

I hope to own these truths

So that I may push on

A time to reflect

Is a time for my heart

To be reset