The constant race
Of the human race
Coming face to face
With realities
Of what will Be
What will not be
Committed to a community
Of people breathing and sleeping
Communicating all sensations
Of creations
Temptations
Frustrations
Sharing with each other
The ideas of lovers
People hate
Other continue to love
We work well
On a Wednesday swell
Of the city
On the ground
In the NYC Town
The clock hands read the time
I search for subtleties and easy rhyme
Ideas created, lost, and forgotten
Are on my mind
Streets filled with afternoon light
Thoughts flow intermittent the skies
Rhetorical questions
Repetitious in their nature
Some thought will find me
Grab me
Then forgotten it has become
It is in my lazy procedure
I wrap my mind around signs
Posts, lamps, and lights
However I try to find
The original thought of mine
With no luck I proceed
To write new poems
Of unsung ideas
And forgotten seeds
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I always seem to forget great ideas before I write them down. I seem to think that I can commit them to my failing memory – content with my attempts, then move on. Only to find out the next day, that those thoughts and inspirations have all but vanished. Leaving me at my desk looking for inspiration, so on some days my inspiration is the ideas lost among the other things in my life. Cheers and have a great day. ~N
Under the Empire sun
The city resets in the evening
Continual receiving
Thick lines run blurred into the night
The world centers herself
Around the NYC shelves
From Jackson Heights
To the Bushwick and Greenpoint
We held hands
As we felts our way
Through a city heralding a
Skyline
Heralding
The sun
We blink our eyes
Rub them dry
To see the Empire sun
Settle over the western sky
Over the east river
We await
Waiting
For yet another day
I never did it for money
I never did it for fame
I built my house on a rock
At least that’s my claim
In people I invested
All of my blood sweat and tears
Despite many fears
We have grown
For anyone else out there
Afraid to give to others
What is theirs
Yet
Live and love
Was never ours to give
Freely gained
Freely lived
So throw out love recklessly
With no abandoned
Just hoping it finds a soul
To land on
In our darkest hour
We must remember
We are never alone
In the end we will find
Along this sometimes lonely walk
That if we have friends
We build life on a rock
Arise
Awake
So much is at stake
Minutes take seconds
To change
In one instant
The hard work
Begins to rearrange your life
New opportunities await
Challenges left hurdled
In your wake
Do not sleep past the rising sun
The morning calls
Opportunity calls
Arise
Awake
Rain falls
Hard as I can ever remember
My hair drips wet
Water balling up
In tiny circles
Falling on cold hands
As I reach
The apartment door
Small winding rivers
Create islands and shores
Staying dry is today’s chore
Blustering wind
And rain a little more
But I made it dry
To that apartment door
I fear the mold
The uniformity theory
Of stripping conscious dignity
Of the you
Me
Pushing us forward
Never to look back
A pack of wolves
Now breathing down
My back
I fear the mass productions
Facilities
Consistency is key
Holding the soul back
From being free
I understand
Accommodating the masses
But with accommodation
Comes subtle backlashes
Loss of autonomy
Fostering dependancy
I look up
See arrows pointing ahead
I can’t help but wonder
If I’d be
Better off
Dead
2 flights of stairs
2 more stairs
Who cares
I am counting
Legs burning
From constant churning
Click and trip
Hold myself on the
Red stick
That makes a railing
The no smoking sign above my head
Make it to the second floor
Then off to bed
Keeping the I can
In a world of can’t
Can lead the mislead
Push the final pedal down
Until the spring rose is dead
It is important
To believe in what you can’t
That someday you can
Be where you want
The belief
Rather than stricken grief
Must grow
People won’t think twice before
The remind you once more
That you have never done
This before
Heed only to your own calling
Hold yourself up
From falling
Let hope and belief grow
Let it take you were you want to go
Raining on summer plants
Thirst quenching with water
For your soul will grow
Just like a spring plant
When you say you can
In a world of can’t
The city swells with summer anticipation
Participation in a phenomenon
Of chanting out the spring
Rushing in the summer
People begin to emerge late nights
On Manhattan Ave.
Speaking louder than in the cold months
Making new promises
Creating new lives to be lived
All this as the winter and spring
Give
Way to a new season
Of excitement
To relish again
That warm summer air
Forget winter cold
Take off your jacket
Live without a care
A Cup of Songwriting 