Ashes to the Sky

I pulled the fangs from a giant

The childlike motions made

It was alright

The industry didn’t need

Poltergeist

The planes of purpose

Sailed over the profits of daily routine

People’s new hopes

Become less of the ideal and more of the reality

The tenuous run up

Run down

The industry itself was turned upside down

We grab what we can

Our purpose hangs in the rafters

We present ourselves in a different light

Hoping to created from every side

As one industry sinks

Another arises

From the ashes to the sky

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

 

The Song

It just stuck

Inside my ears

The melody rang clear

Concise and proper

The song I have to admit

Was quite a show stopper

Such a wonder to behold 

A song could produce such gaping holes

In the psyche of mankind

Womankind

Any kind 

Words piercing and true

Untied the ropes of ego and self esteem

All undone

In just one 

Song

Sung
  

I Owe You a Stare

I owe a stare to you

A stare of wonder

Concern

But more wonder than concern

I will become absorbed in your beauty

Radiant beauty

The odds that I could be

Completely absorbed in your smile

The way your throw your hair back

You could be a beauty ambassador

A lovely representative

I owe you a stare

To make you feel cherished

How great would the odds be

If I were a suspect on trial

That your eyes would lock back on mine

It could just so happen

That in this quick motion

Our eyes collide in meeting

Like atoms of plutonium

It will happen

I will stare

And nothing will ruin that moment

For I owe you a stare

Balance of the Night

Radiant blue on crisp white

Bright

Bridges at night

City comforts on the side

This time

This night

My wife and I hold tight

Clean cement under warm winter skies

Our feet tap the pavement

Like full bellied 

Petite

Mice

We balance love work and 

Life

Tonight

The Ground Sings

Nestled amongst the hills

Green tree filled

Lies a town 

That I believe is on holy grounds

The sounds 

From this town

Have resounded 

From generation to the next

Songs sweet complex

I wonder if the land itself

Can sing

Contribute to writing choruses

More of this 

From the land

From the town

Oy Vey Sign

A flat in Brooklyn

With walls thin

Above a Patisserie

Is where you will find

Her and Me

Where the Williamsburg Bridge

Ends

Take a bend

Up north

On the Queens line

But just before the

“Oy, vey” sign

We have found in this confine

We can shine

Breaking out of our old lines

For these poems

Will always remind

Me

Of our time

In Brooklyn

 

Surviving or Thriving

Back at the grind

Spending every second

Every dime

New York time

The city where surviving

Is never thriving

So I dive in

Start to swim

Through the thick and

Thin

Wake up

And do it again

Try to Unfetter then again, Beset

Forgive and forget

Somehow it is more feasible

To forget to forgive

Unrelenting nagging betterment

Maybe I can forget and forgive

That would be the best set

Unsettling but better yet

Try to unfetter then again, beset

Unrelenting in the development

Of forgiveness

Relinquish

Yet remain unbent

I ponder my own capability to forgive

Inability even at times

For my own betterment

I guess I wake up consistent

Inefficient the ways of holding on

Suffer on

Try to turn turmoil and emotion rawness

Harness the nowness

Look into the eyes of bewilderment

And be less aggressive and more understanding

Planning to forgive

Compliment and try

To forget