Atlantic and Pacific

I am no expert 

I speak with no certification 

Validation 

Or Accreditation 

This great nation 

Built certainly through a process 

Of migration 

We must hold true 

To life, liberty, and freedom

Now we contemplate 

Such great 

Changes

As 2016 is brought in

I hope the best in the year to come

For the nation that lies

Between the Atlantic and Pacific

And under the sun

Ripples to Grooves

It’s different this time around

Changes in the way I hear

The holiday sounds

All around

I am reminded of a new normal

Changing customs 

Different yet warming

I have had 28 consistent years

So this was the year of more

Inconsistencies 

Some deliberately

Changes made inadvertently 

But in time I will see 

The effects of small moves

Start as ripples 

But shapes into grooves 

My new life ahead

Changes inevitable 

The lines I could have read

No matter what they said

Thee seasons were different this year

Missing loved ones 

I wish were here

Glaze of Sheets

The glaze of icing on the streets

Ice skating in layered sheets

Less than 2 feet of snow

But back to the new cold

The first storm of the winter

Came in thick 

With ice brittle 

Thinner

I enjoy he cold but stay warm

When the snow is done

I undue my jacket

Relax

Winter is back

The Eager Mantle

Notes unclear

A year newly wed

To the laughs of 

What the joker said

Uneasy decisions 

Laying upon eager mantle

It was never my plan though

It was unclear

A year of reflection

Upon the drum of my ear

Pounds the light sound

Of changing throughout the year

The change would happen 

Regardless of my decisions

Blurred my future visions

So on a day of reflection from 2015

Much is to be seen 

In 2016

The Return of the Morning

The first ice of the year

Coldness I can almost bear

Stuck to every inch

Getting up slowly eyes flinch

To see the cold return

On the streets

Of the Indiana towns

All around 

Just trying to stay warm

This morning

The Clocks Whirling Hands

It was strange

Instead of festive

Kind of plain

Unthrilled

Mundane 

Clocks whirl there hands

In some grand scheme

Taking time away from us

Is what I mean

It’s seams so fatigued

Fettered 

Christmas night with summer weather

All the better

I believe I am better

Not seeing the ones I love

It was a Christmas uneven

Lost rather than loved

It was a full moon on the 25th

The whole season was off

Distressed and put off

But as the moon set rest

So another sunrise could set

My life reset

And on I go

Into the January cold

Sheer Running

Yet another year

Sheer running it seems

Wandering and walking

Christmas Eve comes quickly 

A new year seemingly 

Upon me

A year spent

All over the world

Whirling around

Behind the wheel of a car

Far in he free air

Upon a Christmas Eve near

Here is the next year

Ode to Complication

Ode to complication

How you have grown

From such a little boy

To full blown man

You used to have no role 

In my life

Absent at times

Now more full time

Coming on stage 

During the Holidays

Bending truths

Subjecting relationships

To misunderstandings

How I would not fear you

Growing up

But as I age

I see the ripples 

Growing on a sleepy lake

Unfortunately it seems 

You have arrived

Not ethereal 

But on my life’s front door

Now that your here

I will now have to learn to adapt

Grow

Accommodate this new arrival

I wish you not the best

But that we can both exist

Low Key and Alone

It happens in Brooklyn

Crazy weekends

Working through odd ends

Songs and book ends

Stories of Wall Street and

Conglomerations

A satisfying feeling

Just staying home

Low key and alone

Maybe watch a movie

From my phone

We set out on a wild journey

Never know what was around

The corner

We are getting warmer

Sleeping in our car

Only warranted

A rite of passage in this city

Sleeping on the streets

Can be shitty

Be now I relate more

The struggle

Of the next man just trying to get by

In a city that can

Just fly by

 

 

All in All

We slept in the car

How have we come so far

Life in New Your City is highly

Unexpected

From the depths of your soul

Life resurrected

It was cold

The car was comfy

We adjusted

Throughout the night

My wife and I

Sleeping on the streets of Brooklyn

Just another car on the side

No one would ever know

Everyone has a place to go

But us tonight

So we slept in the car

All in all

We are alright

On  cold Brooklyn Night