Paris to NYC
Trying to turn a hope
Into a dynasty
We had a helluva trip
From the grounds of the Rockefeller
To the Parisian sun
We take one step as it comes
Each stage of fear
We soon overcome
Out in the streets of these cities
Avoid the voids
Headphones on to block the noise
Our journey spans the world
A bespoken pearl
We hold hands
Change everything we know
With every path we go
The rain collects
Small pools on the ground
The peeling of the rubber
From the ground
The great majesty
Of buildings
Disappearing in the up high
The ominous tapestry in the sky
Unfold the fog from morning sights
Wake a new
The New York Skyline
Quick beeps and parked cars
Sirens alarm
Back up quick
Away from harm
The simplest yet amazing charm
From Brooklyn over the East arm
I breathe out
And hold the next
How this city is quite simple
Yet eternally complex
The smell of linens
Warmed hot in driers
Lamp post
Stuck with weekend fliers
Rusted out steel on buildings facade
Bustling traffic on Kenmare
I make my way to the Williamsburg Bridge
Over the eastern edge
And back to Brooklyn
No more than a bed
To call my own
The only options are rent
No hopes to own
So our time here is quick
Subtle and sweet
Seeing some familiar
Faces out on the street
The people still hustle
Just as I remember
Checking in 2 months past
September
The city sways easy in Autumn leaves
Until it will soon be our time to leave
What is safety
Pushed away unsafely
City streets stirred up and shady
It seems a story slams the headlines
Daily
The feeling is uneasy
Slightly crazy
How is it that civilization
Can never be quite content
Individuals looking for a reason
For the greatest descent
Wake up on Monday morning
The headlines read
3 men attacked with guns
On the streets
New York City
In the highest of high rises
No reason to sympathize
For one foolish man
Can bring down the hearts of 3
Right on the streets of the city
Disputes, commutes, early mornings
No sudden warning
My wife and I were only 4 miles away
Uneasy it seems these days
Life can be short of pretty
On tough days in New York City
Tapping
Easy street walking
A dogs life lived
Without even talking
Fur wrapped
Full out ball gown
This was once a wild puppy
Found wondering the town
Now he sits on chairs perched high
Upon may fathers lap he found a home
My mother went along
Because her feelings had grown
For this little puppy
We found on the street
Now a new family member
A part of our family to keep
A cascading wind
Falls hard on our shoulders
Unknown to me
While the years make me older
Outlived truths
Falsities of our youth
Holding the ropes between
Me and you
The flip side of this situation
Is to tell you with little procrastination
That I hold you dear
My dear
We hold strong together
Under uncertain weather
Under skies grey or blue
I hold on to you
How many words can fit in this line
So many life experiences
In so little time
Underlined by growth
Participation
In the whole world
As a congregation
To sum up the last weeks adventures
I would have to surrender some details
Only focus on what come initially
Practically rather than brilliantly
I have flown over the ocean
Swam in the French Rivera
Been pummeled by rain
Been in a plane scared
Taken a train
Halfway across Europe
Eaten dinner out of small tin cups
Watch sunsets over the Mediterranean Sea
Seen things
I probably shouldn’t have seen
Watch a double rainbow extend over the mountains
While lovers kissed
Made friends
In true simpleness
Had conversations well past the finish line
Share a romance well past my time
All of these images
Are hard to fit in the lines
But I try
As the world changes my eyes
All things constant under the wool sky
Hard to imagine
That my body is not the same
As five years ago
There is no blue print plan
Mentality expands
Trading wisdom for youth
I don’t recognize the latter
In a picture
Or anything for the matter
Music a new pathway sends
Seeing sunsets through revitalized lens
How is it that I can be the same
Not feeling anything the same
Physically all new
Just the name
Is the one part that stays the same
Yet my mind continues on a linear path
For it is a wonderful question to ask
How we can rebirth ourselves
Yet maintain the constant roots
Even when I awake before the dew
It is still me
It is still you
Out the window
A new view
Of a city on the northern end
Sunswept USA
Cloudy holding pattern
On the skies of gray
Friends of one another
Iron clad stories conversations
Happy and sad
Feet popping out of sandals
Summer fires are now past due
Which leaves just me and you
In this cafe
Flipping crisp new pages
A delicate smell of expensive hand wash
Worn about the white room
Back on the open road soon
For now we swoon each other
With mellow mugged coffee to croon sweet into
Where can we turn
When the world turning around
The world we created
Falls down
We fail us
Celebrities casting cosmic dust
On a race of humanity
Yet at times so inhumane
Full of disdain
Pains
Me to see this travesty
All around
In the papers
Insidious creatures from the ground
Clown
With my future
Its subversive to even ask now
Why there is such a break down
In race negotiations
Legitimate marriage situations
Crime in big cities
I need some good news
Something so good I can not refuse
The beauty of the love we all share
We share it somewhere
Just not in the headlines
More so in the outerlines
Humanity is great than celebrity
Is greater than these travesties
Is greater than cheap obscenity
And I hold this hope
To be true
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