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Bereft

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Quicksand to the unknown

We have given every breathe

To the unseen

The life in song

Unchained

We are as actors on the grand stage

With a broken vase at the center

Can we create our own pleasure

Despite the fallen feather

That looms ominous on the stage

We walk around the vase

Correcting it’s flaws

Its broken jowls

Reminding us of its previous nature

The mark of a life lived

Broken as it gives

This thing

This previous embodiment of life

Broken shattered and left

Life has been bereft

We look up at each other

And realize

In each others eyes

Anything is possible

The lights dim

We walk off the stage

Wiley Uncertain Progress

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We were safe for a couple days

Laid up down south

And feeling strange

Unusual rather than usual

Not pampered but

Taken care of

As a musician this is luxury

Unknown

Until this moment

We behold

My wife and I relish in

Wiley uncertain progress

But today we hold each other close

Knowing we have a certain relaxation

Safe in moments exhalations

We cherish the wild open future

And relish the present

Ashes to the Sky

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I pulled the fangs from a giant

The childlike motions made

It was alright

The industry didn’t need

Poltergeist

The planes of purpose

Sailed over the profits of daily routine

People’s new hopes

Become less of the ideal and more of the reality

The tenuous run up

Run down

The industry itself was turned upside down

We grab what we can

Our purpose hangs in the rafters

We present ourselves in a different light

Hoping to created from every side

As one industry sinks

Another arises

From the ashes to the sky

Cantankerous and Noisy

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I know a ritzy town

Where the houses are big

Rigged with luxuries

The proposition tugs at me

But maybe I will head to Detroit

I am an artist

Hipster guess stereotyped

I find it rather terrific

To be cantankerous and noisy

Rather than sterilized to the squeak

That my shoes should rub on the floors

The thought of luxury affords me

Relinquishing in the laugh of heart

Maybe I will a piece of Detroit my own part

A small tin house on a hill

A fixer upper at will

Willingly I will go to the rust belt it seems

Although it may be perceived as synonymous

With crazy

At least I will try

Try it out in

Detroit

 

I Owe You a Stare

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I owe a stare to you

A stare of wonder

Concern

But more wonder than concern

I will become absorbed in your beauty

Radiant beauty

The odds that I could be

Completely absorbed in your smile

The way your throw your hair back

You could be a beauty ambassador

A lovely representative

I owe you a stare

To make you feel cherished

How great would the odds be

If I were a suspect on trial

That your eyes would lock back on mine

It could just so happen

That in this quick motion

Our eyes collide in meeting

Like atoms of plutonium

It will happen

I will stare

And nothing will ruin that moment

For I owe you a stare

Oy Vey Sign

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A flat in Brooklyn

With walls thin

Above a Patisserie

Is where you will find

Her and Me

Where the Williamsburg Bridge

Ends

Take a bend

Up north

On the Queens line

But just before the

“Oy, vey” sign

We have found in this confine

We can shine

Breaking out of our old lines

For these poems

Will always remind

Me

Of our time

In Brooklyn

 

The Craigslist Table

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The white table from Craigslist

Has earned it’s keep

In the apartment

A writers guide

To endorsing parchment

Upon it we have written songs

Lyrics

Poems

Its sturdiness is much appreciated

Anticipated

Held on

The white table

Is keeping on

 

 

A Small Splinter

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An attitude of wait and see

Content contemplating

What will transpire eventually

Will happen most gradually

All over the city

Dawned a breathe of Spring

In mid December

That is not the winter

I remember

Unseasonable

Unmistakeable

Get out your summer garments

Rather than act on ambitions

What if we do to much to late

Way after the point where

We matter

After all norms have been

Shattered

Would we care then

Would we decide to move

Move to actions

Actions of productive manner

Rather than cheap reactions

Or will we grab our t shirt

Enjoy a summer in winter

Remove and dispose of care

As if a small splinter

Glue My Feet

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The passage of time

Unearths the only healing

Sometimes

Maybe I thought I needed

Support when I needed growth

I needed to see less of me

At home

It just exposed some uneasy moments

Anger long since tucked away

I have it good

I’ll be the first to say

But when you give

Only to see love given away

Rejection some would say

Is less than understandable

I feel uncomfortable

In a space that is constricting

Binding and holding in place

Glued my feet in a fast race

Outpaced

What I realized

Of life’s lessons to learn

I could not have both

And what I needed

Was true growth