Tag Archives: nathan Hoff

Dime for Time

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A relentless issue of the greedy

Pursuits of spending and waste

No roof would provide

The world over icy outside

Crayon spilled violently over white pages

Scribbled lines with indecent haste

Cheerful with eyes glowing

Taking more than they were sowing

Winning a competition that was never fought

Wrought over tiny pennies

Pulled up by the zipper

The hand held hopes of higher gods

No friend of mine

Owns more than one dollar for food

And dime for time

College mornings with hard set oatmeal

Making for an early meal

I make amens with cheap sunglasses

While the greedy take up their wicked flames

 

Dine but not Confined

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Thai food and conversation

How we can make a living

Across the nation

Assemble the team

Pour the wine

Make plans over

The meal we dine

Not confined to walls

And labels

Working hard to live in the

Arts

Stable

WE ARE UNSHAKABLE

Committed and clear

We set our sights

To the heights

Of what we can reach

And hear

The Streets of Manhattan

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Only in New York

Can you meet a legend on the street

Step inside and share bagels

And eat

From the Upper West side

To the East Village

It shatters any image

You have in your head

Straight talking fellas

On the Avenue

Just another normal day

For me and you

But legends shake hands

With people sipping their

Daily brew

Unusual but true

This could only truly happen

Out on the streets

Of Manhattan

Dream, Live, and Let Go

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What can I ask

That has never been asked

What can be done

That I would never want undone

Hope, love, joy

Can not be disposed

Thrown out like toys

What can I give

That can never be taken away

Savored everyday

Let go

But not be forgotten

To let grow

Instead of going rotten

My hope is on the first

Letting go of the second

In a moment

I may stand corrected

But for now I hope

I dream

I give

I let go

Light Bean Roasted

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The Brooklyn Cafe

Seven up hot drinks

Laughter

Tunes

Common swoons

While the coffee machine croons

To stiff business collars

And relaxed jackets

Soft sips

Furrowed brows

White tables decorated with coffe stain

Constant drone of the roaster

Light bean roasted 

In the Brooklyn Cafe

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Unequivocal Ambivalence

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Unequivocal ambivalence

Or certain uncertainty

Whirling around me

Circling my own mind

Quick letters strewn together

An unsettling fotrune teller

The only news I want to read

Will fill me with uncertainty

Instill constantly

The path in front of me

But life is anything but detail

I am as much a creator

As I am a reactor

All the elements

Life throws at me

I can surely not factor

2 to the power of 1

A 2 fold sum

Of the dim lit moon

And a paved path to the sun

 

Decanter Fine Glass Drip

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Summation of a uniquely

Different point of view

Innovating steps

Taken in front of you

The moment is savored

At first sip

Like a fine wine

Decanter fine glass drip

Through the opening

And into the reservoir

These sips taken

With berry bliss unmistaken

And later off to bed

True that the senses are awakened

Procrastinator once said

It is the morning anew

Where innovation feels dead

The hangover of a loving encounter

Must wake up and rub his head

It is in the small moments

That true doubt creeps in

The despicable little whim

Unable to see the finish line within

I fear these moments

When the moment become lackluster

I can’t phone in a true back buster

Muster up

Look up

You can see it through

If I just continue

 

 

 

Fundamentally: You and Me

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The sense of unity

A deep spring within you and me

Is fundamentally

An idea which

We should all agree

Ideally

However when a evil tragedy

Strikes the innocents

Lacking any true humanity

What are we left with

Other than a hollowed out hope

A useless and frayed rope

I have a belief

That there is more to unite

Than to tear apart

We as humans all share a common heart

Not emotionally

Purely physically

We are born with brains and toes

We all face our challenges of growing old

Not all is lost in humanity

I just saw someone yesterday

Help a lost fellow on the street

Maybe a hope of full unity may fall away

The hands of each other

We somehow share a sense of commonplace

Deep within the human race

On a Monday it seems burned out

Washed up and worn out

The hope runs like a well deep underground

Running full but without a sound

I share this hope

That is the simple humanity of each other

That we are truly bound

Blue Print Plan

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Hard to imagine

That my body is not the same

As five years ago

There is no blue print plan

Mentality expands

Trading wisdom for youth

I don’t recognize the latter

In a picture

Or anything for the matter

Music a new pathway sends

Seeing sunsets through revitalized lens

How is it that I can be the same

Not feeling anything the same

Physically all new

Just the name

Is the one part that stays the same

Yet my mind continues on a linear path

For it is a wonderful question to ask

How we can rebirth ourselves

Yet maintain the constant roots

Even when I awake before the dew

It is still me

It is still you