New York View

A grey off colored late morning

The pendulum of metronome

Clanks from within the construction walls

The paisley building stand

Juxtaposed to billboards and lights

The creamy paleness of the Queensboro Bridge

Speckles with lights and cars

Crawling slowly over

And crimson and white lines smoke

Stacks litter the sky

Industrious

Illustrious

The east river is covered from sight

The land filled with energy

Motion

Magnificient architecture

Glistens well into the night

A New York view

New to me in a way

But still the same

And true

 

Delays in Night

Delayed

Unfettered display

Of reckless disregard

On guard

Words with no meaning

Indecisive

Backward leaning

Back in the night

When the sun lies low

That is where the weak prosper

The forbidding go

Be Gone Bygone

Be gone

Bygone era

Let go

Of the past 

Open a new future

I want not vintage and old

I want to grow up 

New 

Refresh 

Let go

Granite Stones

Cold 

Underlining counters

With reflective site

Elbow cold

Down by my side

Granite stones

In suburban homes

This life we live

The truths we own

Lays on top

Of these granite stones 

Aches and Pains

Aches and pains

Strange held hands

In a cold rain

Under red skies

Under falling leaves

In a lake 

Not a sea

The aches and pains

Cities and lanes

Riding in the cars 

Remain the same

A Birds View

A birds view

On life

Eating 

And staying alive

A birds view

Reminds us 

To see the greater scene

Truth revealed 

When we pull away

From time to time

We learn

To let go

Fly

A birds view is needed

Tonight

Take a Break

Walk away

Start anew

From Tuesday blues

To Wednesday new

Hold on to new days

No matter what anyone says

Hope is best in moderation

Don’t let go

When optimism is lost

It may not come back

Gone drifting into the black

Hold on to what is true

Hold this day 

Anew

Tuesday’s Unfortunate News

How you bring me

Such unbearable news

How the world weaves

Confusion

Motion pictures

In my head

The news of the week

I can’t take

One more dead

Illusions

Dillusions

Collisions

How can we separate 

The fake

A mistake

The real 

From untrue

This unfortunate news

Just wears on me

Higher levels of uncertainty

Everyday now

Holding out

For good news