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Brooklyn Bound
Brooklyn bound
Giving up the simple life
Now the eternal city sound
Subways for farms
Working hard
Waking up to early alarms
Because me and my girl
Are Brooklyn bound
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We have waited
Grown
And anticipated
What will become of us
Once we break the state border
To bust
Through unto the city light
Headed east
Feeling alright
We are making a new home
Now that we are
Brooklyn bound
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No more unneeded belongings
Scaling back to necessity
Some clothes and a guitar
Her and me
Praying the car holds up
Keeps us safe and alive
Warm in the evening
Starts up at night
Moving out to make a new home
Now that we are Brooklyn bound
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Simple goodbyes will not do
We have love for family
Embedded deep for me and you
We will hug our parents tight
Make sure the dogs are alright
We will drive straight through the night
Cause when the mailman comes back around
Our car will be gone
To our new home Brooklyn bound
The Grieving Period
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Quiet creaking house
Computer keys crunch quietly
Under wooden adjustments made overhead
The moon still high
The sun yet to have shed
A light on the new day
Cold and dreary
Making my way through the world
Flurry
I will attend the funeral
Pray my peace
Offer up my best
For the souls that rest
Life bustles on outside the church
As it always does
On a cold January morning
While we pray inside
Once the ceremony is over
The prayers said
We will face the cold
Make our ways back to life
Fall asleep again
Breathe again
Talk again
We will take a moment
And then walk through the door
As the week starts again
We fall asleep on Sunday
And wake anew
For it is another Monday
Cellophane Pictures
Cellophane Pictures
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Cellophane pictures
Cell phones
Talking
Bitter feelings
Emerge
Conceding nothing
Taking everything
Consumer products
Produced with ideals
Placement perfect
A mechanical seal
Touching fingers nimble
A relevant symbol
Memories commemorated
Can be used and heard
With these
Cellophane pictures
Late Night Disdain
Late Night Disdain
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Late night disdain
Where bloodshot eyes
With tiny red vanes
Are the common strain
Overdoing every simple task
Trying to stretch each moment
To get a little more
Than the last
This bloodshot haze has me
Gripped and held
I must find a bed
So my body can be held
And sleep
Turn wake
And sleep
The Morning Salute
My eyes look upon
Something strange
Minutes before dawn
The peace of moments new
A day anew
The weary eyed few
That arise at this hour
Stumble fourth
And yawn to the heavens
Like gentle flowers
We make our ways
Through streets frozen cold
Filled with feet of winter snow
In the city of Chicago
Yet we go
Be it train or car
Foot or bus
We go
To our locations
Bustling confrontations
From skyscrapers
To the subway underneath
Life today is cold
Yet joyous
Continued on with a chorus
Of horns and tires
I salute you Chicago
In the morning hours
We find our purpose
Amongst the weeds
Burst these most beautiful flowers
Steps Taken in Order
Shuffled feet
Shouting from pavement
Filled with snow piled black
With dirt and rocks
City people making their way
From one city block
To the next
Steps taken
In order and out of
Spring waiting
For winter to fall
Weeks away
This contest of will power
Contested against the elements
Makes me wonder
What am I doing here
Delays come in Every Shade
Delays come in Every Shade
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Delays come in every shade
Some unintentional
Some man made
Waiting for the right time
Can be a distraction
While the postponing real resolve
Leads to the utmost dissatisfaction
Running around to wait
To see
To be there
When you need to be
Yet can all be delayed
Postponed
Forlayed
At some point
When the bags are packed
Forward progress has begun
And no looking back
Free yet cautious
Conscious decisions made
For not one more day
Can I be delayed
The Relativity of Luck
Guts and glory
Unlikely story
Small town roots
Strapped up big town boots
Through determination
One finds success
In this great nation
Hard work means nothing
It is expected
Luck is where
Preparation and opportunity
Intersected
So no whining about conditions
Relativity
Is a state of mind
Than definitive
Hoping and wishing is bullshit
Work it till your hands bleed
And you’ll be a hit
Small town values
Work through adverse conditions
The ethics you learn
The routine you practice
Will outrun any superstition
Is there a Right?
Is there a right
A place where you can be alright
Whether the answer is yes or no
Is there a right
Can one truly be wrong
Without any truth answered
Unresolved
Uncontested
If there is right
Can I choose this
Rather than choosing wrong
Can I choose it
Or does right choose me
Will it pick me up
Or let me be
Can I only know right
If I had been wrong
Right must appear
Through frustration and hope
But in the end I know
I hope
I can choose what was right
Because life is short
Yet days can be long
I hope that in the end
I can choose
Right from wrong
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