From the tip of the acidity
To the depths of complexity
The pleasing sensation of a cup of coffee
The liquid performs slow alterations
To the tongue
Like a rabbits foot for good luck
In the morning
It preserves through the burst of caffeine
To the mind and heart
It swim the sea of my tongue
And winds down the windy throat
Coffee ingested
Thumb pressing on the mug gently
Wiping away the morning dew
Starting fresh
Anew
A brother in arms
We move forward attempting
To right our wrongs
From our previously torpid ways
Deny science
Change
We harbor no feelings for advance
When we recede rather than succeed
Impede rather than proceed
The ice caps melt
Float away
We push it back another day
Another generation
Another worry for another nation
As the suns rays
Trap in our atmosphere
Our smiling unwilling faces
Burned and seared
There is no therapeutic release
From this great indignation
Jam our hands with more consumption
Pushing back the possible eruption
Our will becomes fuzzy from the sudden jolt
Of a concussion
We have the ability to go from sour
To marvelous
From sinister
To genius
It is now truly up to us
For we have watered down the glass
But now the glass overflows
We must take heed of what our actions sow
For the future
Our harbors will cease to exist
Unless we make moves to resist
Nature does not need us to persist
So it is a calling to action
Sounding the alarms
For we are now all bound as brothers in arms
An evening indeed
Etched forever in my memories it seems
Lasting through life’s journeys
On the eve I turned 30
I examine every nerve I have
Looking for the damage caused
A defective course of action
Creating inaction
The bustling buzz of cars
Underneath my feet
Standing on bridges above the city
Elite
My back arches as I inhale the wind
I am the chief of my soul
In complete control
My feet brace for a jump
As my legs can barely release up
The colorful whirl of lights
And distant boats
East river floats
I launch out into the night
29
The final hours down
I can’t say I regret much
Although loosing
Loved ones was rough
A full decade to reflect
Looking back at life’s intersect
Even as I fine tooth comb inspect
I am happy
Moving forward and not leaning back
Bursting at the seems
With high impact
I embark upon 30
30
It takes a moment to set in
Realize the final ringing of the bell
Not an ending
But a closing
Reaching back at this point
Has no meaning
Worthless in my attempts
My vain grabs at last seconds commence
As ten years of live conclude
I had counted down the months
Since I knew
27 turned 28
No big deal
28 turned 29
No 30 was in sight
And tonight
Tonight it sits quite real
Real indeed
It came so quick on my
With high velocity speed
So I reject with no anger or remorse
I will let time do it’s just course
Submit to the seconds that will bring about change
In my mind, body, and soul
I will celebrate my own growing old
But as these last moments unfold
I hope that I can do better in the next ten
No regrets
But not letting up
Seeing the next decade to the end
Age brings about wisdom
Which in turn sets me free
As I embark blindly
Upon the journey
Of turning 30
Tomorrow is a fine day
Tonight might fine too
A decade of life seen
All the way through
But a change is coming
Way out at sea
As I prepare for turning
30
Quicksand to the unknown
We have given every breathe
To the unseen
The life in song
Unchained
We are as actors on the grand stage
With a broken vase at the center
Can we create our own pleasure
Despite the fallen feather
That looms ominous on the stage
We walk around the vase
Correcting it’s flaws
Its broken jowls
Reminding us of its previous nature
The mark of a life lived
Broken as it gives
This thing
This previous embodiment of life
Broken shattered and left
Life has been bereft
We look up at each other
And realize
In each others eyes
Anything is possible
The lights dim
We walk off the stage
We were safe for a couple days
Laid up down south
And feeling strange
Unusual rather than usual
Not pampered but
Taken care of
As a musician this is luxury
Unknown
Until this moment
We behold
My wife and I relish in
Wiley uncertain progress
But today we hold each other close
Knowing we have a certain relaxation
Safe in moments exhalations
We cherish the wild open future
And relish the present
Wandering as I am
There is no calculation to my risk
No easy decision
When it comes to my vision
My experiences are like
Chemical reactions
Exploding on contact
Creating action
As if a vase were nudged from the ledge
From a careless yak
My nimble mind has no conception of reality
Externally or internally
I am frightened by these revelations
How my ideas manifest in the most odd
Of gesticulations
So I sometimes back away from my hopes
Decisions and inquisitions
To better understand myself
In hopes of becoming the more informed
For that I am scorned
So my stays are unequivocally quick
I leave sojourned
On my journey from night till morn
I know a ritzy town
Where the houses are big
Rigged with luxuries
The proposition tugs at me
But maybe I will head to Detroit
I am an artist
Hipster guess stereotyped
I find it rather terrific
To be cantankerous and noisy
Rather than sterilized to the squeak
That my shoes should rub on the floors
The thought of luxury affords me
Relinquishing in the laugh of heart
Maybe I will a piece of Detroit my own part
A small tin house on a hill
A fixer upper at will
Willingly I will go to the rust belt it seems
Although it may be perceived as synonymous
With crazy
At least I will try
Try it out in
Detroit
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