Lame lights burn
Incandescent glow
On the face of a man
In a restraint
Alone
Around him the burning glow
Of a personal computers
Impersonal glare
With not one care
Lame Light
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Tag Archives: Writing
Balmy L.A.
Sun crisped palms
On a balmy winter
Day
In east LA
Dirt mounted walkways
Easy pathways
Going sideways
Today
Grey Scale
Grey scale days
Faded into a misty
Afternoon
Full of reserved blue
As the days files through
Tile Night
Tile late on the night
Into the morning hours
Lake Michigan’s hue
On the evening
When the pastels turn
Deep blue
Tile nights see me through
Royal Chef
Attention to detail
With both care
For the robust and pale
The sacred blend
Pulls the perfect mend
Of mint and coriander
Spice and meaty
The real taste
To run
And not meander
Press Through
Press through
When the end feels more
Eminent than the future
When the light seems to be
Fading out
That is the point of relinquish
But don’t let it
Keep on
Back to Chicago
Back to the city
Where it all began
When I was a child
The first skyline
That my eyes took in
Formidable Lake Michigan
The lake that feeds us
But almost took my life
Back to Chicago
We go
Ample Ideas
With ample ideas
Comes strain
Of mind
Of brain
Left on a one way rail
Train
No idea wins
When we all lose
So ample ideas
Will never do
Express Religion
Religion in sound bite form
Looses something
From the depth
Of a northern light
To the quick selling
Famine
Plight
Not even good
Or alright
Express religion
In its cheapest form
Saving Graces
Saving graces
Running all over the human
Race
From one to another
Just a word can redeem
What was once lost
But now back
In seen
