Tag Archives: self help

One, Two, Three

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‘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…”

guitar_Fotor hazy

Unattainable Repose

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The elusive ghost

Chased through streets

Competing with our hands

Feet

Mouths open and close

Drifting words hung

Before the evening repose

This unattainable drifting ghost

My soul collapses on Wednesday

To only renew the next day

The brittleness of surviving

Well below the standards of

Living well and thriving

Conniving thoughts land soft

When arriving

Then dismissed in the thought abyss

Of carrying on

This day I just long for easy nights

Well rested then feeling alright

Keeping the feelings down

In my mind

In time

I will find

A rhyme of words

To keep me ahead

Instead of walking

Flying

In moments of desperation

It’s feet ahead

Eyes wide open

To just keep on trying

The Single Bird on the Avenue

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A single bird flies down Manhattan Avenue

2 wings flapping strong in the wind

Gentle acceleration

Calling out lightly at 6 AM

Such stillness can exist in the city

High hitting trains come to a stop

To see this small bird perched atop

The brownstones of Brooklyn

Resting its wings

To begin it’s ritual sing

Lighten the roads with laughter

The clanking of iron clad walls

Retracted

Open for business now

Seemingly attractive

Deliveries on time and delayed

Now I rush out the door

To see the bird fly away

Manhattan Hustle

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Manhattan means of hustle

Cannot be outdone

The city’s soul

Worn and wrung

The pace of growth

So fast and known

The life investment

Can build or take your home

So we jump in 

Head first

Awaiting new phone calls

The hunger and thirst

Thought Delayed

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My brain in a bottle of kombucha on a ride through the rockies

Fermented and pressurized ready to explode

Some days my mind winds up so fast

With nowhere to go

Those days seem to be the most frustrating

Deranging

Planning becomes insufficient

My minds moves quicker than a prayer to St. Vincent

Contingent on results

That can no be provided quick enough

To ease my worried thoughts

I wish I was more thought delayed

Taking my days with quite more ease

Rather than trying to just run away

The mind can be a mild pond or a ravenous sea

Somehow I am the one who decides

It’s ultimately up to me

Industrialized Edges

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The tall heights of towers

Lingering over industrialized edges

Waterfront

West of the city

Graffiti rich in depth and texture

From the skies to my feet

Greenpoint on the edge of the East River

Stirring up dust 

Unsettled 

Tell the tale

Of a big town

On the banks of the Hudson

Sweet Subtleties

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The sweet subtleties of the city

Through the breeze of leaves

Blossom from the long winter

Spring man now enter

In the calmness of May

May we be entertained by the weather

Alone

The gentle feel of a mild day

Close your eyes

To feel the city lift you away

Vast Land Appeal

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The country mind

Somehow growing up dreaming of the city

The bright lights

Open all night

The bustle of people

And feeling alright

Yet differently

How the city mind

Grows up dreaming of the country fields

Wind swept

Vast land appeal

There is no perfect remedy to this deal

For one desires the other

For the other can never be

What the city life provides

The country life will never be

So fill life full with many experiences

Long for the city

Long for the fields

The experiences we gain

We be our minds true yield

A City Cup

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The delicate bliss

Of chlorine

Mixed with a mild coffee bean

Acidic and complex

Every element sampled and contained

The foggy windows from a morning rain

Even the exhaust from the street

Owns a part all the same

The complexity of a coffee in Brooklyn

Is yet a bit more tedious

You can feel this

Sweet berry high notes

With cleaning residue

Somehow city coffee is just

As good as you can do

From drops off the grinds

To a coffee cup warm and kind

City coffee is it’s own sampling

Of all the air fresh and old

A city cup

Hearty and bold

The Leafy City Trees

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The breeze through the leaves of New York City

Any other city would be untrue

Somehow in a full town

It feels like just me

And you