I Owe You a Stare

I owe a stare to you

A stare of wonder

Concern

But more wonder than concern

I will become absorbed in your beauty

Radiant beauty

The odds that I could be

Completely absorbed in your smile

The way your throw your hair back

You could be a beauty ambassador

A lovely representative

I owe you a stare

To make you feel cherished

How great would the odds be

If I were a suspect on trial

That your eyes would lock back on mine

It could just so happen

That in this quick motion

Our eyes collide in meeting

Like atoms of plutonium

It will happen

I will stare

And nothing will ruin that moment

For I owe you a stare

Lost

The lost will

Unwilling

Filled with uncertainty

My own will

Now lacking in motivation

To keep forging forward

Through uncertainties I am facing

I hope to never back down

Face the crowd

Hold on to the ideals of a crown

But at the end of some journeys

There is a state of contemplation

Exempted from no hopes or joys

Embattled with corrupted kill joys

I have to pick myself up

When other clearly would enjoy a takedown

Unwilling to fall in

Give in

Carry on

Sing a song

But for now the road seems distant and long

I can not deny the challenges ahead

With ever ounce I gather I give

To be found alive rather than dead

Handsome

Handsome

Holding harrowing movements

Held up to higher standards

Refusing confrontation

Frustration

To keep the handsome look at ease

As horses drink from the sea

A salty water of no useful notion

Apologizing while blustered in blushing motion

Yet dropping dead at the next race

Handsome hopes with fragile face

To refuse would be no option

What is good may not be so beneficial

What hopes ride are though of as unofficial

While the cycle continues

Handsome hands holding their true hue

Undue pressure pushed back

The water of a pitcher held in good esteem

Will flow back to the ocean in a stream

Peace Preservation

My chivalrous monotony

Bending hope of autonomy

Keeping up with happiness created

A magenta across the color palette

To a simple green on the ground

In thwarted moments I hold dear

To hold the peace

Rather than steer the conversation

Into uncharted grounds

I use glue to stop the moments

Complement and own it

As me and my wife

Travel on tires thin and balding

As superficial as the moments we are holding

I push the pencil through punishment and pain

We hope to grow as we take our new strains

Of life and work new masterpieces

It is helpful to remember

Pulling into the station

Of the concrete jungle

And broken slabs plantation

On the road we embrace meditation

Stop confrontation

For peace preservation

 

 

Dime for Time

A relentless issue of the greedy

Pursuits of spending and waste

No roof would provide

The world over icy outside

Crayon spilled violently over white pages

Scribbled lines with indecent haste

Cheerful with eyes glowing

Taking more than they were sowing

Winning a competition that was never fought

Wrought over tiny pennies

Pulled up by the zipper

The hand held hopes of higher gods

No friend of mine

Owns more than one dollar for food

And dime for time

College mornings with hard set oatmeal

Making for an early meal

I make amens with cheap sunglasses

While the greedy take up their wicked flames

 

Oy Vey Sign

A flat in Brooklyn

With walls thin

Above a Patisserie

Is where you will find

Her and Me

Where the Williamsburg Bridge

Ends

Take a bend

Up north

On the Queens line

But just before the

“Oy, vey” sign

We have found in this confine

We can shine

Breaking out of our old lines

For these poems

Will always remind

Me

Of our time

In Brooklyn

 

Dine but not Confined

Thai food and conversation

How we can make a living

Across the nation

Assemble the team

Pour the wine

Make plans over

The meal we dine

Not confined to walls

And labels

Working hard to live in the

Arts

Stable

WE ARE UNSHAKABLE

Committed and clear

We set our sights

To the heights

Of what we can reach

And hear

Surviving or Thriving

Back at the grind

Spending every second

Every dime

New York time

The city where surviving

Is never thriving

So I dive in

Start to swim

Through the thick and

Thin

Wake up

And do it again

The Craigslist Table

The white table from Craigslist

Has earned it’s keep

In the apartment

A writers guide

To endorsing parchment

Upon it we have written songs

Lyrics

Poems

Its sturdiness is much appreciated

Anticipated

Held on

The white table

Is keeping on