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Renewed and new
Old and worn
Planted and grew
I refresh in a new
Set of words
Tied in meaning
And time
I return to Words
In search of rhyme
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The Sour Hour
Set in motion
The words of confusion
Upon a sour hour
Of weird correlations
Frustrations
Laid back
Anticipation
Antipathy
From certainty
I prepare for my own future
What lies ahead
Chaos Control
Let the trolls
Roll
Let the birds
Fly upon them
I am sick of lies
Sick of tails
Tired of being the end
Of the joke
Let the chaos control
Roll out
On the world
Set Now I Sit
A renewed time for optimism
Skepticism
Pessimism
What “ism” should we implore
Tied together and bound to the tracks
What we have lost in hope
Our empathy lacks
From the top to the bottom
Of the stack
I wish more for 2017
A new goal with a new vision
Unity and prosperity
Over division
How to get there I am uncertain
A thick curtain pulled over the stage
Stage set
Set now I sit
Waiting the coming performance
Wonder this Wonderful World
“Wanderlust”
Dedicated to Laura Anys
Wanderlust
Let’s wonder this wonderful world
From the mountains of California
To the salt flats of Utah
The winds of the Pensylvania turnpike
Wonder takes flight in all of us
Down to the rustbelt of south of Chicago
The land that we live on
Has heightened the sense of wonder
Somewhere in Hawaii
A surfer catches a wave
While in Grand Central friends
Wave to each other
Departing for new destinations
As strangers pass by
Aware but set on new experiences
In classrooms across the country
Eager students learn to recite
New languages to speak
Spanish and German
French or Portuguese
Preparing for the wonder of this world
From the land to the people
Wonder must not be let go
It must grow
Flow like the Mississippi
Keeping our mind nourished with wonder
As the Louisana coast creeks with thunder
No storm can hold back
The feeling of learning to trust the unknown
In a life filled with wanderlust
The Great Debate
Polite discrepancy
Independently
Who’s responsibility is it
Who’s responsibility was it
To be honest and clear
Alive and front and center
Taking the stage
As the great pretender
Honor the people
Before the investor
This is not a board game of sorts
Or out of sorts
I watch in horror
Decisions will be made tonight
During the outlandish debate
Hoping someone will seal a certain fate
Tonight
Alright
Let them at it
We can watch the fight
Life
Life has a way of changing
Right when you think it is all figured out
Right when you get comfortable
You get knocked down
Change is truly inevitable
It is in this inevitability that we must anticipate
Await new challenges
New celebrations
New frustrations
It is all in the package when you sign the lease
Lease of life
Temporary
Inpermanent
I see these changes truly only in retrospect
Hard to drive the car when you can only look back
But I adapt
That is the fully human function we all have
Is the ability to change to the future
To see what is required and adapt to it
Sometimes I reminisce the past
I open up to it
But only momentarily
There is nothing to hold on to
To move forward with
I just have this moment
It will never be the same
And I have never been here before
But I will do my best
Life
4 Minutes
In 4 minutes I will attempt
To write words
Strung together with
Some meaning
My eyes are stuck to the screen
Gleaming
Written in an attempt to say
What I have postponed along the way
Returning to ritual
Feels good
Yet not unusual
11:57
11:57 The clock reads
Momentary and sedentary
I return to the road
We travel so often
Yet so unfamiliar
Unusual
The hope of unity
A collection of ideas
Almost perfect
But perfect in its imperfections
It has beauty despite moments
Of Lack of direction
Proceed on our journey
To find people
To share moments and peace
This is my idea to bring
Muddle by Technology
Muddle and confusion
Marry the mellow quiet
With ruptured sounds of a digital empress
Defiant of the status quo
Holding on to the last of what was
What we used to know
The cell phone rings
Elbows locked in admiration
Swing around the border
Of the new order
Tech first feeling second
Defiant I remane
But I wonder what the world would be
With no technology
Would we be more advanced
If we were connected by glance
Instead of digital connection
A tacit code of life
Implied by technical lines
We are breakable and weak
In the eye of technology
