A Winter Dawn

There is a particular Steely Dan song

That reminds me

Of when I was young

Being in the car with my father

Driving to school

I can’t make out the details

Something about Green Earrings

I remember these times fondly

The fatherly bond

Created through music and experience

I am not even sure that we talked

We just drove listening to the keyboard

Funk

Something happened in that moment

I can not tell you what

Or how

But I will remember it

50 years from now

Me and my dad

Listening to Steely Dan

On a drive to school

In a green Nissan

As the sun was cracking

From underneath

A winter dawn

 

Homeless on My Birthday

I just don’t want to be homeless

Not on my birthday

Anyday

But that day

The world can kick you when your down

But I must find a way around

Being without a place to live

This home can not come to late

Or else I will be homeless

When I turn 28

Scholastic Skies

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

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

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

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

 

The Tyranny of Propinquity

The tyranny of propinquity

Not by the governor

Rather by the governed

Promotion of oneself

To others

Whether it be helpful

Or whatever druthers

The focal point

Revolving around self

Can be a distraction

To the world around us

Bring down our mental health

Pushed by computers

Autonomous machines

We paint out every line now

Every scene

To share

To focus on me

Is this the grasping point

Of technology

We must oblige to pass

On devices that consume

Texting and eating

Making calls in the bathroom

Time forgotten

Time wasted

Time forgone

Let we wake up free

To smell the fresh summers lawn

For the tyranny of propinquity

When life is lived digitally

Is to much

For me

Gazing Ball Responsiblity

field collage

Gazing Ball Responsiblity

Freedom outlined with responsibility

Sounds so trivial

So silly

But the concepts upon which

Failure and success

Of our free country

Hinge

Are within

The two words mentioned

Herein

With freedom comes responsibility

Not political commitment

Or rigid views

Simple daily responsibility

Of citizens

Me

And you

No questions raised

About money, religion, or race

Equality to all

Under the human race

Let us be responsible for what we do

What we say

How we act

How we pay

For creations made responsibly

Temptations and challenge

Run rampant at our fingertips

Accessing the world

In just a few clicks

But with this gazing ball of wonder

You cannot underestimate

Your responsibility

To the greater mankind

So please be kind

Be helpful

A great nation

Flawed indeed

But if there is one call we can heed

Whether a conservative or a liberal

Is mutual respect for each other

And our responsibility

To make the world better

So that from sea to shining sea

We can create something beautifully

With true responsibility

From me to you

And you to me

Man Cut Short

flowers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Man Cut Short

So the world goes

A man wakes up

A man goes to sleep

Yet you should know

That every night

Small thoughts

Creep through his head

Crawling

Embarking

Embedding

Deep in his thoughts

These weaknesses

These flaws

Crack

Grow

And seal a certain fate

For a man

Who leaves these cracks

Unattended

Is the man whose life

Gone

Way before it should have ended