Life of Stone

There is light at the end of the tunnel

A reason to push through

There is hope you can make out

When you given it your all

Ready to fall down

Whether it is the truth

Or fiction

Belief in this

Is a religion

What you manifest

Comes true

To give up

Or to follow through

When the darkest hour is upon you

Close your eyes and imagine

There are millions of grains of sand

Laying on beaches throughout the land

Who have been broken

Destroyed

Yet live on

The life of the stone

From a huge boulder

To the smallest pebble on the beach

The lesson these stones teach

To carry on

Live on

Believe there is something better

You will find your beach

Your place in life

Stay true

Be you

Scholastic Skies

Scholastic Skies

Stare over Brooklyn

Built with math and arithmatic

Particular attention

To each inch and yard

Stretched in the air

So pretty

Built with human hands

This is

New York City

Ignoring the Morning

Reckless texting

Walking talking

Ignoring the morning

No meaning in evening

The mental metal

Push fingers racing

Waited and wasted

No time spent elated

Eye’s ignore the skies

The beauty they hold

Lies

 

 

Submission to Lake Michigan

The Lake Effect

Has everyone upset

Blowing snow in

Blowing streets closed

Blowing cities into submission

All along the Lake Michigan

Outer belt

No winter before have we ever felt

This

cold

Liquid Lights

Chicago

 

 

 

 

 

Liquid Lights

The polar vortex winter

What the heck is that

Where hot and cold intersect

Casting a spinner on the midwest

Over Chicago, Gary, and South Bend

The rust belt on lake Michigan’s end

A vortex

Sets 4 feet of snow on the deck

I am amazed at the violence this

Storm creates

Thrashing cars on highways

Like liquid lights on the road

It is unlike any winter I have known

Where the volatile winds blow

The crushing cold

Oh the cold

It seems unbearable

Stopping pumping engines in its tracks

Planes left running

On snow filled tarmacs

A smack

Of this winter vortex

Sets us spinning

Holding on to wheels

Less like driving

More like swimming

I hope to see the end

We just pull up a chair and watch

The true entertainer

The dropping thermometer

Watching it fall

Way below what I have ever known

Freezing finger tips instantly

With a frigid blast

I can only hope

This vortex

Is my first and my last

Cellophane Pictures

birds in flight

 

 

 

 

 

Cellophane Pictures

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

Intentional Unique Consistency

Consistency is key

To uniquely creating

Intentionally

Commitment          to one

Undone with time

Consistency

Sets me free

Or holds on to me

It is consistent

That I will be

Lie and Wait

We lie and wait
For our inevitable
Changing fate

There is no crime in worry
All these changing events
With no grand hurry

This Thursday we depart
Lost belongings and hanging art

We long for the new feeling
Creation of our being
This is the call we are heeding

We depart in only days
So many miles away
We find new hope and worry

This will come on a normal
January morning flurry

Life in Advance

Can we see the desire of a man
Through the filter of our own eyes
If we can
Than we should offer hope
Help
Understand
That life is never simple
Easy
Or perfect
We must offer our best
To try and see
Through less filtered lenses
Dispensing love for no gain
Again and again
This is the ultimate challenge for us
To not judge at first glance
But at every chance
Give love
To all those in need
Pay it forward
Live life in advance