Unpublished

Unpublished

And unheard

My words

Fall short

When they could

Be bold

In paperback

Or in print

But to me

It’s not important

What is

Is the process of creation

To practice

Daily

With patience

So I am set on that front

Nothing more that I want

Express Religion

Religion in sound bite form

Looses something

From the depth

Of a northern light

To the quick selling

Famine

Plight

Not even good

Or alright

Express religion

In its cheapest form

Up Town

On the town

Their is a place

To go

When the world grows

Weary in your eyes

When the sun rises

Feelings anew

Coffee in New York City

Is the best place to remember

That life is a continuum

Of the new and old

When the world looks back

To say thanks

For all you have grown