The world will not wait
No delay
No reason to hesitate
I move
I question
I try
In the evening
Under the crisp
Morning sky
Our destiny
Uncertain
Questions blooming
Into discussions
Full answers restricted
Unknown
Somedays feel
As if we go
Where the wind will blow
Us
But today
Reasons develop reasonably
In this season of cold
We set out on a journey
Forward march
Is where we will go
Late Night Disdain
–
Late night disdain
Where bloodshot eyes
With tiny red vanes
Are the common strain
Overdoing every simple task
Trying to stretch each moment
To get a little more
Than the last
This bloodshot haze has me
Gripped and held
I must find a bed
So my body can be held
And sleep
Turn wake
And sleep
Shuffled feet
Shouting from pavement
Filled with snow piled black
With dirt and rocks
City people making their way
From one city block
To the next
Steps taken
In order and out of
Spring waiting
For winter to fall
Weeks away
This contest of will power
Contested against the elements
Makes me wonder
What am I doing here
10 feet of snow coming
Fresh bread on the counter
Waiting for the snow to come
Can’t leave
Worst storm in years
Mother nature throwing it in high gear
Dusting trees and coating drives
Glad to be warm and alive
They say it could reach 50 below
Plus at least 4 feet of snow
Today alone
Tomorrow will bring frigid air from Canada
Going be hard to see what happens to us
But we are warm
Inside a home
So there is no reason to be alone
We watch the weather and stay warm
This is the Midwest
So we come prepared
Where there is ice and wind
We burn through without a care
But this snow is different
Not quite so innocent
We will wait and we will see
What this winter storm
Will turn out to be
Early morning cracks on heavy eyes
Looking up hoping for a singular light in the sky
Wood creeks under foot and weight
Sleep vanished bewilder from alarm frustrate
Rise to another challenge another call
Rise one
Rise all
Days must be achieved rather than forgotten
A day awake
Rather than a day rotten
I will heed this plastic cases call
Resting on the bedside table
Rather than a wall
The dreaded alarm clock calls
Come one
Come all
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This is a poem that I wanted to write if I were to move to Chicago. I do not see me living there at any point in my life as I have aspirations that cannot be fulfilled in the wonderful windy city. So here it is…Chicago
–
I am one of you
Adhering to the droning call
Of the El clamoring on rusted tracks
Echoing through slim walls
And decrepit cinder block exteriors
Sound waves rumble through cracked wooden floors
Off arched doorways and into my ears
–
I am one of you
Adorning the Transit Authority with wrinkled dollar bills
Fumbled out of pockets full of lint and crumbs
Into hand frozen from wind rustled streets
Faces frozen eyes wondering for the next train
Enjoying the warmth of the train car
Handling homeless and trying to be generous
–
I am one of you
Creeping into storefronts to make my nose recover
From delayed busses and off kilter schedules
Sitting proud in my seat
Kindly nodding to the gentlemen and the lady next to me
Waiting for the next stop
The next opportunity
To start a conversation to ask how you are doing
–
I am one of you
Illuminated under the city lights
Crawling from my small abode in the height of 8 stories
Crackling heaters with old fashioned glory
In the stream of young lust hoping for a midnight story
Passionately taking every moment as it comes
Letting the others pass as they go
–
I am one of you
Saluting the 6 star banner
Waving in baby blue and red
With honor and dignity it waves
Gently
From the buildings overhead
–
I am one of you
With hope for a better future than today
Trying to make things better than yesterday
Shootings, violence, and challenges
The city faces everyday
Only change will then come
When the people have the pride to say
–
“I am Chicago”
To Know Nothing
–
I have learned enough
To know
I know nothing
One day
If that changes
My mind begins
To rearrange
And reassess that I know more
That is the sign
Of weakening
Stepping back instead of ahead
Prempting the words
Coming out of wise peoples heads
I must continue to know nothing
Even though I can learn something
I am constantly amazed at what more
There is out in the world
More knowledge
More ability
More of everything I can see
I must be humbled by this
Detach the insatiable ego
And let it go
For I truly know nothing
I am humbled to say this
Proclaim
But the question now stands
Can you say the same?
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