Reckless texting
Walking talking
Ignoring the morning
No meaning in evening
The mental metal
Push fingers racing
Waited and wasted
No time spent elated
Eye’s ignore the skies
The beauty they hold
Lies
Ignoring the Morning
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The 69 Cent Photo Bin
600 photos
Stacked 6 inches deep
Priced at 69 cents each
Can teach
Much about the relatively of life
Rather or a lifetime
How little I cared for any of these
Vintage photos
Who were these people were staring back
At me
Fishing, world landmarks, time spent vigoursly
Yet they have no value to me
They are just old photos
Of lives gone by
A single moment trapped in time
So I tossed one back on the pile
Old man with a big smile
Someday that will be me on that photo
Unknown and growing old
Passed down until someone gives up
And I’ll end up
In the 69 cent photo bin
Take Time
Take time and walk away
A clear mind will have
More to say
Let that guide
A refreshed mind
Is what must be had
In order to clearly know
Where your heart
Wants to go
Contrast and Compare
Contrast and compare
Leaving the soul in despair
Defining moments come through
Preparation and function
Losing all thoughts in deliberate motion
When all is lost
The path seems insurmountable
Breathtaking and long
There will be only one chance left
Of one lone singer
One lone song
The High Dollar List
Rents going up
Places made by artist
Now have become sought after
By the big name boutiques
In the vintage book store
People are talking
300% is the new going rate
There is no way
We can pay
These new fee’s
This street will soon be filled with
Boutiques and galleries
At that point it will cease to exist
When the artist move out
The high dollar
The new list
I only observe
I am new blood
My heart was drawn by her story
In the book store on the corner
Lifecuts
Life is full of dead end shortcuts
Trying to make it easy
And willing to give up
Long term success
Will find you working hard on Sunday
Meeting your friends for drinks
Monday
And listen to them complain
About life
An Ostracized Welcome
For some reason
The feeling of isolation
Does not bother me
Ostracized
Rather than welcome
Is something that I find welcomed
For in the subtle disapproval
I found
Holding steadfast
To my own principles
Some will appreciate this
Others will laugh and dismiss
Find something
Refuse to cave in
It has taught me that what people
Find important
Is not always important to me
That is all that I needed to see
To understand that if I stand tall
Don’t give in
The reward of being me
Alone amongst a crowd
Rewards the soul more
When I fall asleep at night
That is really all
I can ask for
The Coffee Worker’s Friend
There is something refreshing
About the corner spot for coffee
The workers have converted to friends
Now we share information
Swap city tricks
Watch the crazy’s
Get our kicks
It makes life better
To know when you need a break
I have a couple of friends down the block
For a cup of coffee
Wake up early
Or head in late
Just being there
Make me feel alright
Calculation Mishandled
Mathematics
Mere asthmatics
Done on fingers
Counting
Adding
Subtracting
One off
Two down
Now the implied
Does not have solid ground
How could I have mistaken
Forgotten or impatient
I must re-add
Multiply then subtract
Look for signs of hope
Continue to go forward
Rather than look back
State or Unstable
Let the day slip
Let it slide
Why not just give in
Pay for one more
Overpriced
Taxi ride
Fall short
Give in
No matter
What
State your in
You have to keep up with the city
Or it will flatten you
Leaving you thin
And brittle
Unstable
And dwindle
I’ll hang on
Give it all
For my bones will hold thick
Not allowing me to fall
A Cup of Songwriting 