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From the streets of Brooklyn
From dynasty of old
Yesteryears
Untold stories
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Tag Archives: Nathaniel Paul
These Days of Wonder
Somehow the future
So quickly slips to the past
Unnoticed
Yet as smooth as a escalator
Carrying forth with no
Indifference
The days of wonder go by
From a cafe in Williamsburg Brooklyn
I will remember these days soon
As they pass from current to
Past
These moments go quickly
And pass
Air to Breathe
Air to breathe
Needed on some days
When overwhelming thoughts
Occur
And reoccur
Just a bit of wind
In the lungs
Can be the song needed
To be sung
Ode to Control
Letting go
In a time like this
Wood burning mess
When the times are hard
An ode to control
Is called
Norms of ideals
Exist no longer
When the ice melts
And turns into water
From my tiny apartment in NYC
Packing up my life
City to city
A republic in confusing times
And settings
Ode to control
If I were a risky man
I would be betting
Stages
Some days
The hardest part
Is just showing up
Rolling out of bed
And starting
Forging ahead
When the eyes want to fall back
To sleep
The body asks for rests
Preparations must be made
Instead
Of laying
In bed
A Manhattan Sunset
Between the high rises
Of galleries
And businesses
The crack of a sunset
Sneaks through
Reflecting off the glass
And lighting up the last minutes of sunshine
Before off for the night
The Skyline bustles
With wind
Off the Hudson
As the sun sets
Over Manhattan
Tired and No Eraser
No eraser needed
No backspace allowed
Forward progression
Is all that will be permitted
No accident acquited
While in the chair I sit
Working words into phrases
Of decent proposal
Halfway hope
Left over
Emulation
Hold on to the recreation
Of hopes of being someone else
Be a first please
Not a second
Emulation
Lacking creation
Don’t emulate
Innovate
Round the Corner
The simple smell
Can trigger so many memories
Roasting coffee
In Williamsburg
Takes me to years
On the road
So fresh and clean
Yet Smokey and full
The roast roars our into the air
Aggressive
And bringing back
Memories of good times
Day to Be
The coming days to be
Letting go of what was familiar to
You and me
A city
A life
For bigger and better
Discoveries and journeys
Letting go
While others hold so tight
That they squeeze the life
Out of the joy
Thy love
And love left
It will be
A Cup of Songwriting 