Aches and pains
Strange held hands
In a cold rain
Under red skies
Under falling leaves
In a lake
Not a sea
The aches and pains
Cities and lanes
Riding in the cars
Remain the same
Aches and Pains
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Cantankerous and Noisy
I know a ritzy town
Where the houses are big
Rigged with luxuries
The proposition tugs at me
But maybe I will head to Detroit
I am an artist
Hipster guess stereotyped
I find it rather terrific
To be cantankerous and noisy
Rather than sterilized to the squeak
That my shoes should rub on the floors
The thought of luxury affords me
Relinquishing in the laugh of heart
Maybe I will a piece of Detroit my own part
A small tin house on a hill
A fixer upper at will
Willingly I will go to the rust belt it seems
Although it may be perceived as synonymous
With crazy
At least I will try
Try it out in
Detroit
Sleepy Halls
A sleepy hall
In a Brooklyn apartment building
Coffee raises up slowly
From the Polish and French Bakery
Below
A smell of Ethiopian beans
Made up right for cappuccinos
And other things
The freshly smashed beans
Bellowing up
Like clouds over the Galloway
Opening the most closed eyes
Awakened with another blue
New York sky
A simple twist on an early morning
The sleepy halls
Felt somehow
Warming
Dim lit and tiled
The city grinds only 2 stories below
Even can awake a true sleepy fellow
From Broookly
The coffee shouts
“Hello”
A Small Splinter
An attitude of wait and see
Content contemplating
What will transpire eventually
Will happen most gradually
All over the city
Dawned a breathe of Spring
In mid December
That is not the winter
I remember
Unseasonable
Unmistakeable
Get out your summer garments
Rather than act on ambitions
What if we do to much to late
Way after the point where
We matter
After all norms have been
Shattered
Would we care then
Would we decide to move
Move to actions
Actions of productive manner
Rather than cheap reactions
Or will we grab our t shirt
Enjoy a summer in winter
Remove and dispose of care
As if a small splinter
Dream, Live, and Let Go
What can I ask
That has never been asked
What can be done
That I would never want undone
Hope, love, joy
Can not be disposed
Thrown out like toys
What can I give
That can never be taken away
Savored everyday
Let go
But not be forgotten
To let grow
Instead of going rotten
My hope is on the first
Letting go of the second
In a moment
I may stand corrected
But for now I hope
I dream
I give
I let go
De-Complicate Me Please
Complicated questions
On complicated days
Complicated thoughts
On complicated days
De-complicate me please
Set my uneasy thoughts at ease
Soon I will smell an autumn
New York City breeze
McCarren Park through the trees
De-complicate my fall
In the city
So I can enjoy the beauty
Of the pretty city
With Love
I see the headlines
Death and violence
Run rampantly
The morning
I crack my eyes open
As the world bombards me
All this violence
Is all my eyes see
Violence for fame
Violence as a game
Violence on Social Media
Violence is what the media is feeding you
Or have we become more barbariac
In the way we live
Willing to do whatever it takes
Taking other lives
Even though it is not ours to give
Guns
So many guns
We fear each other now
More than the burning flame in the sky
The sun
Daughters and sons
We are all one of the above
We can not fate hate with hate
Rather with love
The Sensitivity of Progress
To hold or let go
To live
Or grow old
We shoulder these decisions
In what I learn
What I know
The sensitivity of progress
Can be held up
Reset
Regress
If proper attention is not paid
To forward motion
And progress
I obsess
About the shape my mind
Creates
The inner monologue
That projects my final epilogue
“My journey will never get easier”
To a stranger I said
He quickly replied with no fetter
“True, but we only get better”
Surely Uncertainty
Surely the uncertainty
Will certainly
Wear perfectly on
The real worthy
Feelings
Confirming me
Consciously
Putting me feet in front of me
Supposedly
There is a 1 out of 3
Chance
That whether we sing
Or dance
We will not have enough
Cash
To stash away
For the future
So we must take utmost precaution
With scalpel and suture
Sow our future
To know it can grow
And go where we hope it goes
Our future together
Must be stronger
Then when the wind blows
But truly
Who knows
One, Two, Three
‘Up, one, two, three…”
Rest
I wonder how long I can do this
Just maintain
Sustain a healthy life
What about my career
Am I headed in the right direction
Ah f*ck directions
‘Up, one, two, three…”
Rest
I wonder if we will make rent this week
Can we afford to get some food tonight
I am sure we will be alright
Last time I checked we were
‘Up, one, two, three…”
Rest
I can’t believe how sore I am today
Walking over 5 miles a day
It’s a little much
To work and play
But I am tough
I am a New Yorker
‘Up, one, two, three”
Rest
4 workouts in a weeks
Trying to keep my body in peak shape
Just for the strength I need
To carry on life
To make progess where I thought
I could make none
Back
‘Up, one, two, three…”
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