A tale of two friends
Destiny begins
When fate ends
Around the corner
A separate situation
No preface needed
And no intimidation
Hope and dreams
Caught in the seems
Between two friends
As a message resends
No apology needed
When the conversation is heated
Between two friends
And that’s where this story
Ends
Poetry day
Words on the lips
Feelings in the bones
Up the leg
And out the hips
Sunday
A day of reflection
Some say
But today
For me
Is poetry day
Headwinds
When you have skin
In the game
Direct linear regressions
When progression
Is needed to keep
The boats at sea
Afloat
For another day
Coat tails in blasted
Fury
Scurry
With scared hopes
Feelings down
And thin
White marble walls
Clad with grey lines
Sign of the times
Good and indifferent
All in one place
Easy love
Slow pace
Coffee ground
Into finite matter
In the cup
And on the platter
Can we define the future
Decide with knife and suture
What will be remembered
And forgotten
Is the past obsolete
Or a defining feature
Of what growth must be
Debating
What will lead us forward
Or what holds us back
Can we define the future
And be so matter of fact
Some will be dismissed
Some gathered
My own mind
Would rather
Be in the moment
And experience reality
Not technology
Depressions ridden
Alphabetically
Future
Or
Past
What will go
And what will last
Burning bread
Morning doors
Open
Waiting for change
Momentum
Healing the wounds
We have made
And open
Burning bread on
Tuesday morning
Jade of the 60’s
Green in its glory
Floral wishes
Morning territory
A jade in the grass
Amongst the leaves
Of history and preset
Present hope
To find the jade
Lost entirely
Lost amongst the years
And in the crest
Of the oldest tree
Rainstorm sips
Over
Easy
Good to the last drop
Hold the foam
Take away the unknown
Chicago roads
Wet concrete
Bibles
Lay open
On the streets ahead
The lightening pole
Directed to hold
The energy
Hope of a strike
Powered lights
On a Sunday night
Abyss of a city
Slow moving
Growing in every
Moment
An inflamed wish
In flames
Of fury
Worried
The news coming through
Is not the hopes
Of the everyday
Joe
Hold the wish
Step on the applause
Coming out of the broken speakers
Tweaking our numbers
To create magic
From a life turned
Tragic
