Inconvenient actions
Created by unstable minds
Lost my own time
Caught up in the winds
Created from ones whims
I get lost in anger and regret
Why is it that I should have to be set
On these feelings when I have stay quiet
My lips fall silent while my mind riots
I flow like water
Not held back by anything
Rolling and flowing
Taking life to the next scene
Two steps from the crazies
It is truly quite amazing
No matter how I go about it
I find it
Running on the street
Talking to themselves on the sidewalks
Conversations blown up
With only one person who talks
Moving in fluid motion
Among the peace and quite
Among the commotion
Embedded in every situation
Creating abundant amounts of frustrations
Steer clear for a time
I have discovered no
Protective line
Now I watch out for the crazies
Watch what I do
What I say
Mind my own business
Try enjoy my day
Poetry and go
Brings up
The hardest working man I know
The wee morning he closes his shop
Into the night he goes
No fancy clothes
No high rise
Lifting him high
Into the New York sky
He finds his labor in a pizza shop
Day in day out
Nothing too fancy
Nothing much to talk about
Just late nights and early mornings
Into his 80 he will be working
A true inspiration
Of the American work ethic
Wood worn in
Tells stories
Human condition
Hopes held high
In the winter
Wishing
For summer
With me
And many others
Stay warm
Stay cool
The summer will find you soon
Thoughts floating indistinct
Finding ears receiving
While some short lived
Fall extinct
Sweet carmel swift
Fall on noses
Scent drift
Bitters produce taste
Lingering strong
Keeping minds wake
Moving
All night long
Greenpoint and Williamsburg
Making friends among strangers
While coffee drips
Testing the hot draw
With tender lips
Small sips we grow
Ideas bloom
From the cold ground
With the melting snow
Tucked in a borough of NYC
They will find us
Locked eyes
You and me
Scholastic Skies
Stare over Brooklyn
Built with math and arithmatic
Particular attention
To each inch and yard
Stretched in the air
So pretty
Built with human hands
This is
New York City
–
Until cooler heads prevail
Under mild winds
Set sail
No good will come of this
No anger will resolve
Will new problems evolve
Cutting new wounds
Deeper than the original
So until cooler heads prevail
The boat sits in the harbor still
Waiting until
The patterns change
Sending this craft back
On its way
Luck
Is the intersection
Of preparation
And opportunity
To live to be 116
How could you describe
What that means
Secrets owned and guarded
Good life lived
The strong hearted
No poem could do justice
To how much this
Human has witnessed
But here is to you
May you live to be
122
A big part of life
An even great degree
Than anything in business
Science
Or technology
Is just showing up on time
Simple and fine
But not quite so
When I was young
I was told over a thousand times
So
I ignored so many words
Dismissing them as vapid
But now I have come to realize
They were really quite right
These words mean more than any
Degree, account,
Or any other quality
Punctuality pays
More than other details
These days
Luck
Helps
To climb
The world ladder
Just arrive
On time
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