Papers were taped to the window
The death of the old man
Had come with its effects
Throwing the local neighbors
In a whirlwind
But in a city
With thin walls
The calls to move on came
And heeded they were
And the world moved on
The old pizza spot
Was set to have a new dawn
I have reached
The gaping low
Of my own
Creation
Mind fog
Imagination
I know that my own
Hopes can be dashed
In a moments notice
So I float
Untethered
To the life
I am knowing
A great tongue
Or a grate tongue
Is the difference between
Hope and death
Optimism
And pesimissim
Yet the same words
Can yield such
Vastly different results
Hurled insults
Or praises
Can be raised to the sky above
So I must decide today
Which path to take
Which hope to say
To move forward
In a positive way
On the far side
Of life
I have said many goodbyes
A few hellos
Quite a few yes’s
And the occasional no
I have grown
To come and know
What is good in life
What is to be cherished
What wastes time
And what is meritless
So everyday I rise
And smile
For what time we have here
Is just a short
While
Machine style me
With a good natured
Laugh
Don’t impose
A frictional
Tone
Of indifference
Rather a love
I can hone
And develop
From a machine style
I envelop
All of myself
A displacement of time
Is a whole new
Idea of recollection
I read in the pages of The New York Times
A nostalgic resurrection
Of the old feelings of joy
And pretending nice
Of a hope for a future
Without the pain
Of ill willed advice
The price we paid
For something new
Is more than a swipe
Now that will do
You pay in atmospheric
Pressure
Contested
With every measure
So hold hope
That more can be made
Than just the price we paid
I forgot about you
Eternal renew
When the day becomes
Night
You charge me
Again
And again
For what I need
On my prescription subscription
So don’t wake me up
To do your bidding
Bid away
In the middle of the night
I’m a manic man
On a manic mission
To seed the hope
Of a superstition
In between my eyes
And behind my ears
From the light of day
And the hope of years
What would it take
To have complete equality
Of idea and thought
Is it something
That mankind can achieve
I hope with resitance
I believe with hesitation
But I see what happens around me
And I fall back to frustrated
Resignation
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