Brooklyn Bound

NYC

 

 

 

 

 

Brooklyn bound

Giving up the simple life

Now the eternal city sound

Subways for farms

Working hard

Waking up to early alarms

Because me and my girl

Are Brooklyn bound

We have waited

Grown

And anticipated

What will become of us

Once we break the state border

To bust

Through unto the city light

Headed east

Feeling alright

We are making a new home

Now that we are

Brooklyn bound

No more unneeded belongings

Scaling back to necessity

Some clothes and a guitar

Her and me

Praying the car holds up

Keeps us safe and alive

Warm in the evening

Starts up at night

Moving out to make a new home

Now that we are Brooklyn bound

Simple goodbyes will not do

We have love for family

Embedded deep for me and you

We will hug our parents tight

Make sure the dogs are alright

We will drive straight through the night

Cause when the mailman comes back around

Our car will be gone

To our new home Brooklyn bound

Cellophane Pictures

birds in flight

 

 

 

 

 

Cellophane Pictures

Cellophane pictures

Cell phones

Talking

Bitter feelings

Emerge

Conceding nothing

Taking everything

Consumer products

Produced with ideals

Placement perfect

A mechanical seal

Touching fingers nimble

A relevant symbol

Memories commemorated

Can be used and heard

With these

Cellophane pictures

Summer’s Corner

I will win

I will lose

Winter rolls in

Laying snow

Over scars soothes

We wait

We correct

Hoping for the best

We wait for summer’s corner

Or head west

We practice

We rehearse

Taking a chance

For no small splash

But a giant burst

I remember

I will win

I will lose

For my growing heart

This is no new

News

 

 

Time to Reflect

Time to reflect

On decisions

That have been made

Others postponed

And delayed


Where I stand today

May not affect tomorrow

So how do I quite know

If this is where I should

Go

So many questions

Yielding very few answers

The scenery does not change

If I just choose to

Stand here

The past 3 years

Decisions were not bad

But if I could go back

What would I instruct

That poor young lad

I might say

Act with confidence

And cause

What you do not gain

Is not quite a loss

Move quick

And stay nimble

The world will not wait

for your heart delayed

its that simple

Fear holds you

Hostage at blank point

But behind the gun

Is no ammo

It holds you

Until you let go

Youth is fleeting

Do not become to attached

From your young wirey hands

This gift will be quickly snatched

But do not lose hope

There is no reason

What you lose one year

You will find stronger

In another season

Patience is key

But do not get complacent

Words striking and true

But you truly have to face them

In the end

Know your goal

Or destination

There is no minute hand

When the clock is wasting

Finally push back

Word hard

And stay committed

When it is all over

You will be glad you did it

I hope that in another few years

I can read this back

And have new wisdom

To share

But for now

I hope to own these truths

So that I may push on

A time to reflect

Is a time for my heart

To be reset

I am Me

I am Me

No overachieving

No letting down

It’s as simple

To just be

I must be honest

Let go

Pick up

In the end

It is me I must answer to

Days when I am up

Days when I am down

There is no one else

Who can see

No one else around

As I must answer to myself

So must you

You are you

And that is enough

To get you through

The tough times

And

The good

Makes you smile

Makes life

The way it should

But I remember this saying

When I am tired and worn

Because it is me pushing on

Pen to paper

A new song

The higher power always calls

To become what we are

This equation has no

Beginning no end

I am Me

And I am content

A Mouth Full of Iron

Just because I am broke

Does not mean that I am broken

The heart broken

Knows the languish for success

This languish can only be known

Through heartbreak and distress

The world around me spins

Yet I have to catch my druthers

In a life that is given

One must learn to rely on others

But that bitter irony

Creates a burn in ones mouth

Leaning on hopes of easier roads

Leaves the heart less than whole

Rust collects on the resting

One must move so no dust can begin collecting

Subdued Indiana terrain

Toughened the skin with winter pain

A mouth full of iron

Cracked on all sides

Makes me wonder

Whats is the next curve in life

What awaits

What gives what takes

Yet

Just Just because I am broke

Does not mean that I am broken

Corporate Greed

Corporate Greed

Wants

to feed me

A GMO

I said NO

Belly swollen with chemicals

Repulsed by

Shriveled testicles

They can keep their damn GMO’s

Take a Look

Let’s take a look at the headlines

The twitter feeds

Handles and Hashtags

Feeling a bit out of line

What is coming through the feed line

The umbilical chord of information

Keeping me alive

As my eyes read over every line

Some clowns grab the main light

Stage set for them just right

No need to worry for talent or something new

Just get naked and run around for a few

Headlines running from each side of the States

Somehow I can no longer see straight

To the headlines falling off the page

From computers and newpapers

Wasted on the futile

Infertile information trying to impregnate my mind

With nothing more than wasted time

And energy

Just trying to read head news line

 

Farewell and Hello

The day is coming

Finally is here

The barn is ready

The placemats set

Church is waiting

A place to reflect

To set out on a new life

Sail a new ocean

To bid farwell to me

As I once new it

And greet the new

With Hello

I cannot longer hold my past

As it to constrict time

And my future

I go forward brave

Rejuvenated to make life

Work

To work for a new purpose

To shed fear and doubt

To go certainly on a new route

I spend my last days as a bachelor

Reflecting on what I have done

In a short few days

My total will be greater

Than just one

So I sit here peaceful

Hopeful

And quiet

Letting inspiration run

From inception in my brain

To my heart

Through my veins

 Down my arms

 And out of my fingers

I write

Of how life is going to be different

For better and for worse

Sickness and health

But I am ready for this great challenge

To take up the old me

And move to greater heights

Where I can see new potential

Growing

Going somewhere I do not know

Into the future I will walk

With my feet touching gently

On the ground below

On the Course

Falling asleep on my lap
On the course
A nap is needed for strength
I run my fingers through he hair
The rain falls splashing soft on cracked pavement
Skies loom large and fly
Clouds passing in summers haste
Laid in bed for an hour wide awake
Continuum of emotion and freedom
Taken with hope and reason
The rain falls soft on my legs and arm
Winds bring cold air
And afternoon charm
All I could ask for lays in my hands
Caressing hair soft brown and sweet
Under the shade of a Michigan pine
Is one of life’s great treats
Complete with feeling of love and understanding
Taking a break from a brisk walk
Relax and sleep while we talk
A Wednesday filled with summers course
I love her as she sleeps just a bit more