Avoid the Voids

 

Paris to NYC

Trying to turn a hope 

Into a dynasty

We had a helluva trip

From the grounds of the Rockefeller

To the Parisian sun

We take one step as it comes

Each stage of fear 

We soon overcome

Out in the streets of these cities

Avoid the voids

Headphones on to block the noise

Our journey spans the world

A bespoken pearl

We hold hands

Change everything we know

With every path we go

Back to Brooklyn

The smell of linens

Warmed hot in driers

Lamp post

Stuck with weekend fliers

Rusted out steel on buildings facade

Bustling traffic on Kenmare

I make my way to the Williamsburg Bridge

Over the eastern edge

And back to Brooklyn

No more than a bed

To call my own

The only options are rent

No hopes to own

So our time here is quick

Subtle and sweet

Seeing some familiar

Faces out on the street

The people still hustle

Just as I remember

Checking in 2 months past

September

The city sways easy in Autumn leaves

Until it will soon be our time to leave

The Greatest Descent

What is safety

Pushed away unsafely

City streets stirred up and shady

It seems a story slams the headlines

Daily

The feeling is uneasy

Slightly crazy

How is it that civilization

Can never be quite content

Individuals looking for a reason

For the greatest descent

Wake up on Monday morning

The headlines read

3 men attacked with guns

On the streets

New York City

In the highest of high rises

No reason to sympathize

For one foolish man

Can bring down the hearts of 3

Right on the streets of the city

Disputes, commutes, early mornings

No sudden warning

My wife and I were only 4 miles away

Uneasy it seems these days

Life can be short of pretty

On tough days in New York City

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

Tomorrows End

The painstaking rearranging of change

Unfolds like a cold flow of blood

To the brain

The tightness urges a little saying

Bursting out from my grasped lips

I can not think of tomorrows end

Or uncertainty certain bend

I just focus on the moment in front

Not two behind

What lies ahead is what I will find

The constant ebb and flow of the tide

Makes me feel uneasy sometimes

So it is in change that I find solace

Even though the certain I will miss

Upon the altering sunsets

I will rest my eyes

Upon a new state line

A think for a time

How constant flow around me

Can help me see the true bounty

Of life

Forgotten Ground

The greatest of all challenges

Of my generation

Will be to see a life we once had

Nod to a fleeting moment

That the future has no place for the past

Endless consumption could never last

In the place of old habits

Birth new minimal ways

To say

That we no desire what we need

Rather than the desire of heart

We will fight our inner conflict

Lives lived between iron curtains thick

Of inter web communities

It will the true call of unity

When we give up a hand

Rather than an app 

We come back to making the US great

Rebuild and innovate

That is my hope 

Upon decimated buildings 

We can build a new future

With knife and suture we will repair our wounds

Unto prosperity bound

From town to town

Reclaim forgotten ground

65th Anniversay

It was a conspicuous Sunday

Evident by the uneasy morning

I could tell this was not a resting day

A day of farewell was on the way

My Grandfather who earlier had lost

His only lover

Only 12 days away

From the 65th anniversary

He was on a mission

To hold his heart into submission

So on the 28th

He could launch from this land

To be with his lover on the anniversay

Hold her hand

True his love had lost the love of life

For the one true love of his life

His wife

He was ever determined

One thing for certain

He would not show up late

Wave to the gate holding dignitary

As he must be with his wife

On their 65th anniversay

Startup

Back at it again

It’s the name of the game

Fears and road blocks

Float away like melodies

Melodies in the easy wind

I come back to the writing

Uneasy and writhing

But the words fall from my mind

To my hand

Drift from a lovers hope

All the way back up the rope

I start back up

Like a stiff old startup

Rise up

And write again

Short Lines

How many words can fit in this line

So many life experiences

In so little time

Underlined by growth

Participation

In the whole world

As a congregation

To sum up the last weeks adventures

I would have to surrender some details

Only focus on what come initially

Practically rather than brilliantly

I have flown over the ocean

Swam in the French Rivera

Been pummeled by rain

Been in a plane scared

Taken a train

Halfway across Europe

Eaten dinner out of small tin cups

Watch sunsets over the Mediterranean Sea

Seen things

I probably shouldn’t have seen

Watch a double rainbow extend over the mountains

While lovers kissed

Made friends

In true simpleness

Had conversations well past the finish line

Share a romance well past my time

All of these images

Are hard to fit in the lines

But I try

As the world changes my eyes

All things constant under the wool sky