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Some will say the end is near
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An Old Friend
An old friend
Was always familiar
So much so
That I could swear
That we had met before
In some other life
But in a similar realm
How quickly
Life can change
From sustained to lost
Living
To holding on
I love my old friend
As he transitions
Making his way from one life to
Another
And we will me again
My friend and I
Thanks for Saturday
Thanks for Saturday
A refreshing idea
Thanks for Saturday
Slow yet productive
Saturdays the world ebbs
Easy until a new week arrives
It’s been a good day
This Saturday
When Form Fails Function
what is left
when the form
has killed the function
creativity gone
in it’s distant form
rusted burned and abandoned
when the snow falls
on burning embers
when form kills function
what are we left with
but a hollow
reminder
of what we were
Voraciously Free
Take it all in
The sense of free
One man free
Doesn’t have to be
Yours
In hours and moments
We define freedom
Consume freedom and spread
The letters tied
Down
In my head
The Medical Scatter
The medical scatter
Over the mountains and
Through the woods
Holding our health
While they could
Medical scatter
From denial chatter
Hope reservoirs pumped with dreams
It is true
Nothing is quite
As it seems
The Bitter End
Hold on until the bitter end
Take all you can get
Don’t give in
Desire crept into evening dreams
Fills you up with evil things
Bird sing
While a dove flies
Hold on to the bitter end
Friends
While we are all alive
Forgiveness Roulette
Forgive and forget
Forgiveness roulette
Fire burns
Water kills
Spin the wheel
Take the pills
So quickly we forget
How fast we move on
Sinide moments
Don’t love
What you can’t get
Hold hope
In a forgiveness roulette
We All Let Go
Should we
Shall we
Can we
We can
We will
Maybe we should not
Hold on to hope
Where hope does not grow
Let go
Of a facade of hope
Growing old
New York View
A grey off colored late morning
The pendulum of metronome
Clanks from within the construction walls
The paisley building stand
Juxtaposed to billboards and lights
The creamy paleness of the Queensboro Bridge
Speckles with lights and cars
Crawling slowly over
And crimson and white lines smoke
Stacks litter the sky
Industrious
Illustrious
The east river is covered from sight
The land filled with energy
Motion
Magnificient architecture
Glistens well into the night
A New York view
New to me in a way
But still the same
And true
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