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From the streets of Brooklyn
From dynasty of old
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These Days of Wonder
Somehow the future
So quickly slips to the past
Unnoticed
Yet as smooth as a escalator
Carrying forth with no
Indifference
The days of wonder go by
From a cafe in Williamsburg Brooklyn
I will remember these days soon
As they pass from current to
Past
These moments go quickly
And pass
Air to Breathe
Air to breathe
Needed on some days
When overwhelming thoughts
Occur
And reoccur
Just a bit of wind
In the lungs
Can be the song needed
To be sung
Back and Forth
Leaving the city
Back and forth
Working for our dream
Letting go of what is in between
The city grew us up
In much-needed ways
Now we feel that
We must get away
Steep rent and subtle
Increase in food
All that is need for it
To come undone
What if we held on
But held back
From our dreams
Giving up for the city things
A Good Day
Do you think it will be a good one
The man leans in
To his friend
Hoping for a positive message back
That will be sent
On a cold day in New York City
What makes a good day
What makes a bad day
On the streets of Manhattan
Looking up at the tall buildings
While the people keep passing
I think it will be a good one
With sunshine and charity
Let’s hope for a good one
Today
Head Down
Hopes and dreams
Pretty distant things
As in one moment
Creeps away
With speedy wings
How should I proceed
When the headlines
Read
All is headed down
Across the world
A giant frown
I guess I will just
Keep a brisk pace
And keep my own head down
Dear Deer
Dear deer
As you walk over the street
Remember that what you
Can not see
You must hear
Or walk faster
Deer
Don’t Become It
Don’t become tired and angry
Don’t let the easy part
Get you
In our own reverb room
We are trapped
If we only look for what we want
We look
Please look
Beyond
Continue to be human
And understand
That is the only path
In these times
Stated in The Times
Humanity required
For future generations
We inspire
The Spring Rose
Weekend time
Refrain from form or position
One great laid back proposition
In peculiar movement
Relax and repose
The summer bursts
Following the spring rose
The Dollar Man
There he is
Green eyes lit up
Hovering in my studio
Watching my every move
Judging
Controlling
Asking
With no answers
A wry smile
Because he knows
What he costs me
Sleepless nights
Staying up late
Baggy eyes
While his eyes fixed
Unshaken
By reality
Or importance
The dollar man tears me apart
With his weight and indifference
How can it be
The shade of green so pale
That he controls so much
The dollar man
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