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Hails the Sun

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The skyline hails the sun
In a stretch upwards
Calling the blue from the moon
Orange flecks gold over the estuary arm
Setting for the even
The empire reaches high and mighty
As the east river ferry barrels through
The wind stricken water
The brooklyn bridge reaches Manhattan
Strong and grounded
As planes launch from the ground
One world trade as new as a baby in the sky
Brooklyn in the back
Heralding the spring night
The rocks
Tucked with miss on the Brooklyn beach
On a Friday night
In New York City

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Congenial Misinformation

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A pleasant mistep

Created from the onset

Of a morning awakening

Tired and straining

I arise

To drop my glasses

All in passing

I have been misinformed

Of today’s purpose and form

I try to go ahead with the day

But one turns to two

Two to three

Three to seven

It’s gone

No more time on the clock

Those days are hard as rocks

On my underbelly

I must arise now tomorrow

With purpose and control

Informed and ready to go

For as tomorrows sun is raising

I will forget yesterdays

Congenial Misinformation

Apartment Door

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Rain falls

Hard as I can ever remember

My hair drips wet

Water balling up

In tiny circles

Falling on cold hands

As I reach

The apartment door

Small winding rivers

Create islands and shores

Staying dry is today’s chore

Blustering wind

And rain a little more

But I made it dry

To that apartment door

 

I Fear the Mold

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I fear the mold

The uniformity theory

Of stripping conscious dignity

Of the you

Me

Pushing us forward

Never to look back

A pack of wolves

Now breathing down

My back

I fear the mass productions

Facilities

Consistency is key

Holding the soul back

From being free

I understand

Accommodating the masses

But with accommodation

Comes subtle backlashes

Loss of autonomy

Fostering dependancy

I look up

See arrows pointing ahead

I can’t help but wonder

If I’d be

Better off

Dead

 

Copious Caring

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I will take your odds

As odd as it seams

To be on far fetched dreams

No reason or bearing

On the future or past

No reason for overbearing

Copious caring

I will take the odds

Stacked against my favor

To savor each moment

In a town of full life enrollment

I face critics pen and ready

To shake their heads and while

Keeping their hands steady

Conformity breeds

Bland crackers

Watering down

Running into the sewers

Out of the streets

I will take your odds

You odd game

Make my best

Consistently

And soon

I will see

 

Nimble Feet

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From DC
to Jersey
All along the
Eastern
Sea
Board
We make our way
Mightily
Pushing forward
Crazy drivers
And semi soot
I push the gas
With nimble foot
To the next city
The next town
Strum the guitar
Making
Fans
With sounds

Subtle Plans

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Planes circle overhead

Outside dust stained windows

Bustling people away and close

Making their way from coast

To coast

On the ground cars rage honking

Swirling

Speeding

People walking

Talking

Thinking

Ignoring

We hold hands

Weaving through the crowds

With subtle plans

We think

We can

We hope

We plan

In New York

No second guess

No delay

Or deferred progress

But I sit wondering

Looking at the planes overhead

Shuffling the people around the world

New York to LA

In clear light

Late in March

On a sunny day

 

 

The Last Minutes of 27

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Upon the last minutes of 27
Sitting in New York City
A place of new wonder
And old world pragmatism
I think of life
Transition
It can be a rough year for a musician
Difficult to make it through
But I awake one more day
To find 28 upon my life will lay
I hope for good fortunes in this year
As I am in the evening of my twenties
Watching the sun set
On a decade of life
Under the umbrella
Enjoying the view
I grow
I continue to find
And discover
That which I did not know
Upon the last minutes of twenty seven
I am but a passenger in the train of life
Collecting these experiences as the train rolls by
I am happy to be able to have a part in earth
To have a reason
A desire
To approach the world with a renewed perspective
On this final moment
I sit and contemplate
What the new morning will bring
When I turn 28

Karaoke Warfare

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Between me and you

I want to know

Who can sing the blues

No care for stories or background

Just the way your voice sounds

So sweet is the irony

For

Back when the blues were constructed

Even now as the legends are being inducted

To the halls of fame

There story was never boring

Never quite lame

The story of these greats

Could make you pause

Even wait

To hear the next lyric

The next verse

To know what adverse

Conditions these men and women faced

We can not reduce this music

To technicalities and perfection

It has been hard born

Since the moment of its inception

I see the value in entertainment

But its straining my understanding

Of what music is

So I fall back to some classic blues

Stories from long ago

And I remember

That music is the sound

That makes life

Enjoyable

Two Steps from the Crazies

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Two steps from the crazies

It is truly quite amazing

No matter how I go about it

I find it

Running on the street

Talking to themselves on the sidewalks

Conversations blown up

With only one person who talks

Moving in fluid motion

Among the peace and quite

Among the commotion

Embedded in every situation

Creating abundant amounts of frustrations

Steer clear for a time

I have discovered no

Protective line

Now I watch out for the crazies

Watch what I do

What I say

Mind my own business

Try enjoy my day