Tag Archives: New York

Lines on my Skin

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Hard work sucks
It beats you up
Tears you down
All the while
The world spins round
The commitment must not waiver
Construction creation and assemble
Hard work makes you stronger
Sunrise sunset
Making you better
With every practice set
It is staying up late
And waking up early
From Thursday to Thursday
Everyday is a workday
It’s opportunity seen
And opportunity taken
No questions asked
No errors mistaken
Hard work wakes you up
And keeps you up
The competition grinds
While you fill your cup
With more coffee to keep going
Never stop
Never slowing
It frustrates and confuses
Engages and amuses
This is what I have learned about hard work
So when you shake my hand
In my eyes you look
The lines in my skin
I have earned
With every opportunity I took

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Life in Advance

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Can we see the desire of a man
Through the filter of our own eyes
If we can
Than we should offer hope
Help
Understand
That life is never simple
Easy
Or perfect
We must offer our best
To try and see
Through less filtered lenses
Dispensing love for no gain
Again and again
This is the ultimate challenge for us
To not judge at first glance
But at every chance
Give love
To all those in need
Pay it forward
Live life in advance

Chimps of Legality

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What would cause this uproar

To debate the fate of a chimp

Shall these animals become personified

Or vilified as we discuss their fate

Our decision with a vision

With not set free this primate

We must ask what is it

What really makes us

Real?

Is it the ability to think

No

That has been displayed

Even simple creatures can have thoughts

So they say

Is it our autonomy or ability to change

Our adaptations to the surroundings

This assumption truly has no grounding

The line of what makes us human

Is now being discussed

Will the court come to order

So clearly we can define the border

Between me

And this chimp

If we declare them ‘legal persons’

Then we had better start the paperwork

We will have social securities to file

Insurance reports to collect

Might even be good for the economy if I recollect

But at the core should we care for these claims

For these chimps are no champion for social change

Awareness or good

They may be high level thinking

But what good does it do

To put them on the same level of humanity

As me and you

Who will debate this

The policiticans and the heritics

Really this is something I must stay out of

Personhood or not I will treat all with love

At the end of the day that is what I hope for

So whether I see a chimp pull up in the car

Right next to mine

Or if I just see him at the zoo next time

It is just fine with me

Whatever those people decide

I will just let it be

The Genius of Catch

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If Not for Perfection

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I wish not for perfection

Rather somewhere

At the intersection

Of preparation

And the continuation

Of ones course

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The readiness is created

By all the time spent

Re-taking

Take after take

Just for one good virtuous shake

The artist prepares with good intent

Content on rehearsal

Frustrated with constraint

Holding the power to change

Is the key to arranging

The true masterpiece that lies within

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The strokes fall smooth on the page

Many hours have been spent

To create this moment

In this perfect age

The feelings and the artistry dance

Upon the blank canvas

Creating great swaths of golden hues

No reason to overdue

Simple strokes and committed lines

Hours spent caressing this craft

To create a mindless illusion

The genius of catch

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Illustrious moments turn to intricate delicacy

As the grand swaths revolve to small movement

This is where preparation meets commitment

Where the small lines have the greatest impact

No thought or stroke left un-in-tact

This creation flows from the mind

Through the heart and blood

To the muscles and fingertips

Out onto the canvas

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So what was once within

Can be seen without

Having to speak or convey

The image left upon the page

The true masterpiece

Cigarettes, Dry Grass, and Rubber

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Smell the Open Road

Gas tanks filled with spring water

After an evening rain

Burnt oil

Mixed with crisp dry grass

Exhaust, rubber, and leaves

Animal carcasses and skunks

A breeze off the mountain

The clatter of a loose strut

The smell of day old coffee

Cigarettes burnt and discarded

This is what the open road

Means

The smell of the iron factories

On the southern belt of lake Michigan

Bellowing smoke into the pale virgin air

Blowing through vents

Uninvited and black

The water air carries it slowly into the sky

As tires burn

Coal burns

Into the morning sky

To the mountains north of New York

The cities production

To leave the consumer with a knife and fork

These days on the road

Go long and slow

The smell of semi barreling down the road

Reminds me of black soot wrapped in burnt grass

With a wind swept freshness

This is the open road

And what it means to me

 

Corporate Greed

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Corporate Greed

Wants

to feed me

A GMO

I said NO

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Belly swollen with chemicals

Repulsed by

Shriveled testicles

They can keep their damn GMO’s

The Daily Routine

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Ah the challenge of keeping creativity alive in my life. As I am pulled to try and sell the art and the creations that have already occurred. It is hard sometimes to step back and try and let the creative juices be heard. So I sat down to try and document my daily routine of keeping creativity alive in my life. So here it is – enjoy!

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The daily routine

Wake up in the morning

Make sure to exercise

Work out the arms and the thighs

Get back and get cleaned up

Got to write and practice

Keep the routine up

3 or four hours later

I now sit at the compu-tater

Life’s lines complex yet defined

I make this no place to wine

Letting go on paper what must be done

Seemed like a good idea

Challenging and fun

Poems must be constructed daily

This challenges what I have to say

About beauty, art, and the progress of today

The challenge is not to conform

But to set a new aggressive norm

Creativity must be engaged often

Or else the course muscles will soften

Decay and leave your soul

Looking for someone else to enroll

The creative spirit can be fleeting and gone

So I must capture these spirits in songs

Poems, writings, and other means

Or else I will be left with nothing

Creativity gone and no job to boot

I look pretty bad now in a business suit

Full of aspirations are these writings

Even though my mind is rattled with distractions

I must be real and stay ahead

Better off here trying

Than creativity dead

The Old Car

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The old car is still hanging in
making it through Winter’s thick and Summers thin
The AC rattles
the carpets are worn out
But the motor still delivers me to the destination
very devout
The weather is broken in
The locks don’t work and haven’t for days
The radio still sings out a couple of melodies
But when the wheels struggle up the hill it gets my sympathy
on a warm day in June
When the engine is ringing out
In it’s classic tune
Bellowing out like a great monsoon
This is my car and I stand by it
Even though the dollars I’ve paid have been multiplying
But it is a true beauty and I ain’t lying That’s all I have to say about this your car
It’s taken me miles and miles afar
The dream alive when I get down
We’ve toured we’ve laughed we’ve cried
In this cabin we lived our lives
So this car I say cheers
I hope you may live on for years and years

Corporate Giants

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Oh no it looks like the corporate giants are at it again
Taking money from the thick and thin
They don’t believe in things like sins
If it’s one more dollar in their pocket they win
Deceit and betrayal are their corporate focus
Taking every little dollar from every little person with a little hocus-pocus
Don’t worry about calling them they already know what’s going on
They don’t much care that what they do is wrong
There is a little hope and redemption from a small voice like mine
I guess it just must be at sign of the time
Before too long I’ll be back at it again
Because corporate profits are the same now
As they were back then
A dollar earned is a dollar saved but a dollar stolen is a dollar played
Corporations love their games and love their dollars
The best I can hope to do is just scream and holler
Greed will continue on regardless of its ambition
It will write a new book the third edition
So don’t forget when somebody takes your money one day
It’s the one and only
Corporate way