Moments of Poetry
In the everyday
In the every moment
In NYC
From unique to pretty
Amazing to shitty
The brisk nature of the movement
Keeping our sights focused
Finding buses
Holding keyboards
Holding hope
Holding dreams
In New York City
Coffee relax and true
Turning up the mornings to sunshine
From the cold dew
Breaking the day with acidic sweetness
Fresh roasted melancholy satisfaction
A cup of coffee will due
When that is through it is back to the board
Lifting up thoughts new
This is what coffee can do
Coffee at 5 AM
Road by 6
Driving through the fields
And sticks
Of to New York City
Another round of trial and error
Making ourselves more aware
Had great coffee
Single origin
Kept the cabin warm
On a cool March morning
Good news
Is tucked away in the mountains of Colorado
Sunshine in the oceans off the California coast
Snow drifts in Alaska
Just being alive feels like a small bit of good news
Not these days
When the lights seem more off put and gray
Good news still exist
We have to search the stars and moon
Good news exists
And we will hear some soon
Get up and go
5:45 we will roll
Back to the city
New York City
So fine
So pretty
Back on the line
Putting ourselves in the open
Our live are always going
Going
Going
What is a childhood home
Just some walls with cheap plywood
Some carpet with less than ideal colors
Home
A place where I have learned
Grown
It launched me to New York City
And back
It kept me while I reinvented myself
While I wondered what I did wrong
What more can I do right
But soon
I can almost count down the nights
This home will be filled with new hopers
Keeping them safe inside
With the same heaters
Where my brothers grew up
A home is more than the sum of the equally dismal parts
It transcends moments now to memories
When we leave that is what I will take with me
Those sweet and sour
Memories
When we can only lie in the quiet of our homes
Where no one roams
Are we destined for failure
Should we learn to tell the truth
Before it goes global
We can not be known for unfounded ideas
Or facts
A revolution of truth
Will be our saving grace
At least it would help us save face
The money is flowing
Without anyone knowing
That behind closed doors
A select few
Are getting very very
Rich
While others are getting sick
Paying bills
Hustling to stay alive
Behind a few doors
With a no entrance sign
It makes me sick to think
How rich some get
Foreign roads
Lead to treacherous results
What is known is more unknown
Facts are no longer facts
Fiction and fantasy
All intertwined sarcastically
What is literal
The truth
Tied up
Dropped to the bottom of the ocean blue
We have to decide and research
It’s now up to me and you
What in the world
Strength throw dumbbells curled
Javelin hurled
Bench press thrust
Is this a must
Such poor word selection
Power hard
Fast and furious
This leaves more to be curious
Than resolved
Our new mantra to be debated
While people in our country are confiscated
Why such ignorance and clamor
Why the subtle glamor
Celebrating the courageous politicians
Who are much more to be pitied
With blame
A Cup of Songwriting 