March with The Light

Don’t be bewildered by words

Harmonies written in thirds

Set your sights on goals to be achieved

Look not for the setting sun

In the east

Fearful souls will not set other free

While being held in silent captivity

If there is hope in the future

Then we must learn from the past

Return not to ancestry for fear

Don’t obey the written rules

When truth must be verified and renewed

March in the light

And hope for the future

To bring about change

Just a little bit sooner

Let the Truth Fly

Bring the full court press

Winds blowing through the midwest

Seems we are all now put to the test

False claims

Accusations

Flying past the birds in the sky

Set flight through pure emotions

Let the truth be the only light

Set us free

From the lurking ambiguity

That shackles us to judgement and ignorance

The truth will come out

Come clean

It’s a voice

Heard but not seen

We will soon be free

City Veins

This was written late night on the Blue Line on our way to O’Hare International Airport in Chicago. It was written as an observational piece and I tried to keep it simple. I try to relate the veins to the heart in the final line. Enjoy!

The veins of the city

Run deep underground

Running people back

Forth

All around

A majestic lady reads

While a hearty man laughs

Yet another gentle man

Set with a deep stair

With a jolly women next

To him

That is just content

With her chair

Run me left

Run me right

With the dirt caked

On the trains side

The rattle

Abrupt

The air

Dense and course

For we are on our way to LA

And that is for certain

“We thank you

For riding

And please come again”

When the weather is better

“But please be on your way”

You jolly jet setter

Catch a flight at O’Hare

I must not be late

Everything is set in LA

We have set a nice date

Reflecting on the steel

With polished silver hue

From hands a many

At one moment it may be holding 20

Or 30

Or 40

I cannot really say

The polish runs clean

For it gets buffed everyday

The silences is now sweet

Yet I could have some chatter

Could use a conversation

On the economy and

What is the matter?

But for now I sit

Peacefully upon the worn out seat

I am just thankful to be

A part of the cities

Heartbeat