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People at Heart

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People are at the heart of the city Pumping through the veins of streets alleyways tunnels metros and do the skyscrapers
Keeping the towers breathing and vibrant
With no people these artifacts would collect dust and deconstruct
Without these bodies with hearts pumping this city would die
In vacant earth
It is the men and women that keep these skylines alive
The janitor the construction worker
The business man the musician all working for one
Keeping the city alive and well
The streets are moving with people
Pushing and sliding in and out of stores and restaurants
Keeping the city alive and well

TV’s On

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Late night at the Italian joint

we sit tired and staring

talking about how we are

going to make our lives

work

6 tv’s blaring telling us what to think

Next I am easily distracted

by the compact box

lighting the room

the food is good and will do

but as for me and you

it has been 10 years in the making

no more waiting

we are going to make our move

but for now in this vacant little resteraunt

we enjoy each other

even with the tv’s on

Beach Town

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Beach town
Summers up winters down
The sun warms the shandy’s in this small town
Rusted chairs and concrete sidewalks
Just happy to be hanging out
Walking around
Up and down the main drag
These warm days make up what winter lag
The small shops open their doors
Returning to business once more
A Lakebreeze keeps you cool
While the wispy clouds coming go
Flags hung high and bright
Prepares the soul for a summer night
Sidewalk chalk and burnt out grass
Loving this sitting on my ass
A little getaway is what we need
Watching the grass grow
From this summer seed

Summer Rain

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Summer rain falls mid day

filling the pavements

washing dead bugs and twigs away

cascading on grass so needy

pulling it beneath the earth

taking its fill and nothing greedy

grass blades bend soft with water pose

hoping that the sun will keep it live on loan

but the cloud has filled with pulled cotten clean

billowing the small stacks of steam

I sit and wander

how the world rejoices in summer thunder

for me under the roof i sit and watch

that water falls to the ground

filling the parched holes in the earth

with a simple pitter patter

the wonderful summer sound

The Rapid Eye Movement

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Europe is so amazing. I have found it challenging to slow my mind down. It is probably a mixture of the jet lag, new languages, and sheer beauty of this place. It is completely new and intriguing. The landscapes are amazing and the stories and history that go with them are simply too much for my mind to wrap around. It is going to take some time to soak it all in. From Paris – Cheers!

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All this beauty

All the color

All the tradition

My mind is wandering

Through words unknown and foreign

I try to slow

The rapid eye movement

Creeping faster and faster

Moving quicker and quicker

Around towers and bells

Through fields and mountains

Pools and lanterns

Brick streets and orange glow

These are where my thoughts go

When people are speaking

My lack of understanding

There is no way of having my mind

Make a soft landing

Until I rest at night

Thoughts slow

And slow

Slow

Off I am

To sleep

Just let my mind go

 

Down Around Town

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This is as much a piece of work as it is a play on words and meaning. I try to utilize the last
word in the last 3 lines of each verse to speak something to the reader – in addition
to what the poem is actually reading. I am trying to find a way to convey meaning
both internally and from the roots of the poem, utilizing words that struck a chord
with the mind frame in which I am writing. Enjoy!
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Words burning up
And falling down
All around

Tinsel town

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Not one man

Today

Can say

And “Play”

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Words collide slowly

Feeling

The ceiling

Cracking and peeling

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A mind collection

Bending

Sending

A thought of pretending

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Through veins pumping

Asking to quit

This shit

And just sit

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Pockets invaded

In time

Not one dime

Will be mine

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Forgetting questions

Ask for yours

For tours

Through U.S. contours

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Tipping crashing

Feeling tall

Until we fall

And beginning to crawl

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Thoughts collapse

With whiskey

A bit risky

And feeling frisky

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Further patience made

In time

A clear mind

Will be a sign

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To clear the stage

Now

Simply adhere to a bow

Replying “Ciao”