Back and Forth

Leaving the city

Back and forth

Working for our dream

Letting go of what is in between

The city grew us up

In much-needed ways

Now we feel that

We must get away

Steep rent and subtle

Increase in food

All that is need for it

To come undone

What if we held on

But held back

From our dreams

Giving up for the city things

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A Good Day

Do you think it will be a good one

The man leans in

To his friend

Hoping for a positive message back

That will be sent

On a cold day in New York City

What makes a good day

What makes a bad day

On the streets of Manhattan

Looking up at the tall buildings

While the people keep passing

I think it will be a good one

With sunshine and charity

Let’s hope for a good one

Today

Head Down

Hopes and dreams

Pretty distant things

As in one moment

Creeps away

With speedy wings

How should I proceed

When the headlines

Read

All is headed down

Across the world

A giant frown

I guess I will just

Keep a brisk pace

And keep my own head down

Don’t Become It

Don’t become tired and angry

Don’t let the easy part

Get you

In our own reverb room

We are trapped

If we only look for what we want

We look

Please look

Beyond

Continue to be human

And understand

That is the only path

In these times

Stated in The Times

Humanity required

For future generations

We inspire

Post Internet

I feel as if it has already happened

We look past the glass

And see a monster

No water

Just what is

Life will be what it always has

And shall return to

The reality of humanity

What will come when

All the internet has

Has been left

Trolls can go back to their holes

Humanity can resume it’s role

What will happen

In the post internet world

 

Modern Culture

A poem of modern culture

Coffee clashing 

Politically smashing

The words echoed from my mouth

How could we have known 

Lies started it all of out

So the story begins

Of uncertainty

Burning me

Whole world in front of us

Rough

Words can fall hollow 

But new words will fill my mouth

Modern culture devout 

Bequeathed

I cry cowardly over my leather shoes

The moan of hateful speech

Beacons a new wrath

The exotic clover has grown

Dried up and shriveled

Bequeathed

For the next generation

A sensational generation

My hope and dream

So I do my part in planting hope and optimism

Even in this world of ever deep division

Our hopes and dreams

Bequeathed from our fathers and mothers

Have been squandered away

On cheap things

 

 

 

 

Normally Abnormal

Poems on current affairs

Or the state of the current affair

I am not sure how to decipher

Explain

The difference

I mean

Who cares

Underwater drones seized

I guess this is what it will be

The new normal

Is not normally

Going along

In a world changing

Faster than my hands can type

This type of change is uncertain

WE LACK HOPE

We lack direction

We lack the ability

To detect a fraud

Before its inception

What’s the use

It is just the new

Something we have to get used to

The Song

It just stuck

Inside my ears

The melody rang clear

Concise and proper

The song I have to admit

Was quite a show stopper

Such a wonder to behold 

A song could produce such gaping holes

In the psyche of mankind

Womankind

Any kind 

Words piercing and true

Untied the ropes of ego and self esteem

All undone

In just one 

Song

Sung