My Tired Eyes

Tired eyes

Tired shoes

Tired lies

On tired shores

There is hope

There is a chance

That we can grow up

Go past

Where the tired eyes

Rest

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New York View

A grey off colored late morning

The pendulum of metronome

Clanks from within the construction walls

The paisley building stand

Juxtaposed to billboards and lights

The creamy paleness of the Queensboro Bridge

Speckles with lights and cars

Crawling slowly over

And crimson and white lines smoke

Stacks litter the sky

Industrious

Illustrious

The east river is covered from sight

The land filled with energy

Motion

Magnificient architecture

Glistens well into the night

A New York view

New to me in a way

But still the same

And true

 

Unequal Comparison

Why hold true

To a standard irrelevant

To me and you

Thinly veiled lies

With boundaries soft and broken

Our lives push

While the past we keep holding

An unequal comparison

Of feathered grey facts

Keeping the slow-moving world

At ease

Relaxed

 

Delays in Night

Delayed

Unfettered display

Of reckless disregard

On guard

Words with no meaning

Indecisive

Backward leaning

Back in the night

When the sun lies low

That is where the weak prosper

The forbidding go

Be Gone Bygone

Be gone

Bygone era

Let go

Of the past 

Open a new future

I want not vintage and old

I want to grow up 

New 

Refresh 

Let go

The Lake Lays

The lake lays

Awake

While we sleep

Lapping waves

On the shores

Of the Indiana shores

With dunes and beaches

Summer will evaporate 

While the lake lies

Awaits a new summer

In a deep winter freeze