Back to Words

Back to Words

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

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