Discount advice
Should not weight more than
A grain of rice
Be thought over
More than
The passing thoughts in flight
We do not subscribe
To your tele-vibe
Confide in your free laced advice
We create our own paths
From present to past
And we
Will live on
The constant race
Of the human race
Coming face to face
With realities
Of what will Be
What will not be
Committed to a community
Of people breathing and sleeping
Communicating all sensations
Of creations
Temptations
Frustrations
Sharing with each other
The ideas of lovers
People hate
Other continue to love
We work well
On a Wednesday swell
Of the city
On the ground
In the NYC Town
Under the Empire sun
The city resets in the evening
Continual receiving
Thick lines run blurred into the night
The world centers herself
Around the NYC shelves
From Jackson Heights
To the Bushwick and Greenpoint
We held hands
As we felts our way
Through a city heralding a
Skyline
Heralding
The sun
We blink our eyes
Rub them dry
To see the Empire sun
Settle over the western sky
Over the east river
We await
Waiting
For yet another day
The smell of distant bleach
On fresh cleaned linens
This is the hotel room
That we will attempt to live in
–
Faded carpets with old stains
Attempts to clean them
Have obviously gone in vain
–
Paisley and plaid hung drapery
Old recliners
While we make our escape
From the city
–
Old cigarette stains
Outside the door
From someone long before
–
Shower curtains white
Fluffy and snug
With clean towels hung
Next to the rug
–
Life lived in hotel rooms
Find a different way
Of saying hello
Enjoy your stay
I never did it for money
I never did it for fame
I built my house on a rock
At least that’s my claim
In people I invested
All of my blood sweat and tears
Despite many fears
We have grown
For anyone else out there
Afraid to give to others
What is theirs
Yet
Live and love
Was never ours to give
Freely gained
Freely lived
So throw out love recklessly
With no abandoned
Just hoping it finds a soul
To land on
In our darkest hour
We must remember
We are never alone
In the end we will find
Along this sometimes lonely walk
That if we have friends
We build life on a rock
How can dust exist in such plethora
Consuming humans in black filth
Penetrating apartments with stealth
What is the creator
The destroyer
Yet it plooms from every
Vehicle brimming black and burdened
From the backs of trucks
Tossed lightly into the air
To begin it journey
Destination unknown
Yet it flies just softly enough
Through the screens
Into our homes
Where it land
Collects friends
Possibly propagates
Until we have the motivation to cleanse
Purging our home from such creations
Out the shoot
And back into the circle
Of the dust migration
The city swells with summer anticipation
Participation in a phenomenon
Of chanting out the spring
Rushing in the summer
People begin to emerge late nights
On Manhattan Ave.
Speaking louder than in the cold months
Making new promises
Creating new lives to be lived
All this as the winter and spring
Give
Way to a new season
Of excitement
To relish again
That warm summer air
Forget winter cold
Take off your jacket
Live without a care
How much damage could we prevent
If we just took the time to say hello
To our neighbors
Not to spy
But to just show that you want to know
How they are doing
I find it amazing that dangerous people
Can live normal lives
In normal houses
With normal neighbors
Quietly living
Yet amazed
That these monsters would not stick out
With a simple hello
One may be able to understand
Through a quick introduction
The heart of a man
People so dangerous
Unruley
Can live as a neighbor right next
To you and me
We are by nature now self governed
I look out for you
You look out for me
So it is now our responsiblity
To ask questions
Know who you live next to
What they do
Simple chat now and then
I offer that you may find
The sinister ways of a fellow
Discovered or remittted
With a simple hello
Over time
Challenges will get easier
But I have lived under the
Misrepresented presumption
I assumed with all known gumption
That somehow
It would get easy
But easier does not imply easy
Easy implies lack of trying
Lack of trying implies lack of caring
So life for me
Will never be easy
Nor would I want it to be
If difficult becomes easier
It becomes manageable
Not easy
Manageable means you still
Must give your best
Under new conditions
Yet the same test
But the false truth
That life would get easy
Was misleading me
Tempting me
Causing me more harm than known
Holding me back from where
I could have grown
I now know and understand
That the true tests of being a man
Will never be easy
And I hope they never will
I hope life continues to test my growing
Will
But I will learn
I will grow
Taking each passing test as I go
Life will never be easy
I will accept all challenges
With greatness of eager
With hope one day
These great challenges
Will be just a bit
Easier
I will take your odds
As odd as it seams
To be on far fetched dreams
No reason or bearing
On the future or past
No reason for overbearing
Copious caring
I will take the odds
Stacked against my favor
To savor each moment
In a town of full life enrollment
I face critics pen and ready
To shake their heads and while
Keeping their hands steady
Conformity breeds
Bland crackers
Watering down
Running into the sewers
Out of the streets
I will take your odds
You odd game
Make my best
Consistently
And soon
I will see
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