Tag Archives: New York

Why Do This

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What sense is it all to keep going

When the darkest seems to lie ahead

No way to get ahead

When my best just comes up short

When words fall in the wrong order

Or when I have no order at all

Why keep pushing on

Why keep writing

It helps deal with the overbearing burden

Of my own expectation

My own internal complications

Not for you

Not for pleasure

At most times just for my own good measure

So when I lay down

I can out gain my own expectations

That is the one hope I have

And giving up has no place in my heart

Life is short

Create ART

Good News Day

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Good news

Is tucked away in the mountains of Colorado

Sunshine in the oceans off the California coast

Snow drifts in Alaska

Just being alive feels like a small bit of good news

Not these days

When the lights seem more off put and gray

Good news still exist

We have to search the stars and moon

Good news exists

And we will hear some soon

 

Getting Rich: Doors

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The money is flowing

Without anyone knowing

That behind closed doors

A select few

Are getting very very

Rich

While others are getting sick

Paying bills

Hustling to stay alive

Behind a few doors

With a no entrance sign

It makes me sick to think

How rich some get

Hard Power

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What in the world

Strength throw dumbbells curled

Javelin hurled

Bench press thrust

Is this a must

Such poor word selection

Power hard

Fast and furious

This leaves more to be curious

Than resolved

Our new mantra to be debated

While people in our country are confiscated

Why such ignorance and clamor

Why the subtle glamor

Celebrating the courageous politicians

Who are much more to be pitied

With blame

 

What We Lose

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What we lose

And what we gain

It’s all part of the game

How we take it

What we take away

Who are the refs

And how do we play

How many players

How many shots

Whether we play in the cold

Or play in the hot

How many balls

How many strokes

What types of games

Fit what type of folks

No one decision maker

Gets the sole power to command us all

Destroy us all

What we gain

And what we lose

I guess its up to me and you

Freedom of Imperfetion

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In a free world

Not all is perfect

In times of struggle

Waiting

Resolution

Hating

We are all not without our

Flaws

Broken bones

And wrapped up jaws

I realize my imperfections have weight

Putting on me a certain strain

But better to make progress than to stall

To stand tall

And push through

Imperfections

And all

Let the Truth Fly

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Bring the full court press

Winds blowing through the midwest

Seems we are all now put to the test

False claims

Accusations

Flying past the birds in the sky

Set flight through pure emotions

Let the truth be the only light

Set us free

From the lurking ambiguity

That shackles us to judgement and ignorance

The truth will come out

Come clean

It’s a voice

Heard but not seen

We will soon be free

Entry Ban

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A flaky transport

This is our real life

Not some novelty sport

Skip the hate

We all are short of time

Short in time

Shot of time

Fuel the infected pin

Before it’s pulled out

This untamed hatred

Fuels a special hate

With an entry ban

On the people who’s historical plans

Have made this great land

Lame Accusations

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Lame accusations

All across the barren nation

Divided bittersweet segmentation

Flaky

Disturbing

The trust I feel eroding

While the claimed is exploding

Without knowing

The unending revolver of dislodged theories

A cent for hate

While the talking heads are irrate

It’s getting late in here

Sleep and take it away