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Polarities in the Deep Sea Ocean

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I wish I could understand

My own angered emotions

I wake up in the fog of

A misty blue ocean

No warning in sight

My destiny it seems

Hope infected with blight

Animal with parasite

A foundation

Buckling at the beams

It’s not that I am upset

Just set in a way

I guess I just have ambivalence

Somedays

“I don’t mean to be too frank”

I tell my wife

She is the golden leaf

In my life

But I have to understand

My own emotions

Polarities in the deep sea ocean

I will struggle through

A cup of caffeine

I am sure will do

Some food too

And back to work

I’m sure

I’ll make it through

 

Unequivocal Ambivalence

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Unequivocal ambivalence

Or certain uncertainty

Whirling around me

Circling my own mind

Quick letters strewn together

An unsettling fotrune teller

The only news I want to read

Will fill me with uncertainty

Instill constantly

The path in front of me

But life is anything but detail

I am as much a creator

As I am a reactor

All the elements

Life throws at me

I can surely not factor

2 to the power of 1

A 2 fold sum

Of the dim lit moon

And a paved path to the sun

 

Decanter Fine Glass Drip

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Summation of a uniquely

Different point of view

Innovating steps

Taken in front of you

The moment is savored

At first sip

Like a fine wine

Decanter fine glass drip

Through the opening

And into the reservoir

These sips taken

With berry bliss unmistaken

And later off to bed

True that the senses are awakened

Procrastinator once said

It is the morning anew

Where innovation feels dead

The hangover of a loving encounter

Must wake up and rub his head

It is in the small moments

That true doubt creeps in

The despicable little whim

Unable to see the finish line within

I fear these moments

When the moment become lackluster

I can’t phone in a true back buster

Muster up

Look up

You can see it through

If I just continue

 

 

 

Fundamentally: You and Me

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The sense of unity

A deep spring within you and me

Is fundamentally

An idea which

We should all agree

Ideally

However when a evil tragedy

Strikes the innocents

Lacking any true humanity

What are we left with

Other than a hollowed out hope

A useless and frayed rope

I have a belief

That there is more to unite

Than to tear apart

We as humans all share a common heart

Not emotionally

Purely physically

We are born with brains and toes

We all face our challenges of growing old

Not all is lost in humanity

I just saw someone yesterday

Help a lost fellow on the street

Maybe a hope of full unity may fall away

The hands of each other

We somehow share a sense of commonplace

Deep within the human race

On a Monday it seems burned out

Washed up and worn out

The hope runs like a well deep underground

Running full but without a sound

I share this hope

That is the simple humanity of each other

That we are truly bound

The Recycled Sofa

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It’s not for everyone

The rain outside the window

Chased by a bellowing siren

Distant and cause 

Uncertain

Somehow the romance of the city

It’s not what others would

Consider pretty

But sitting close to the window

That no longer can stay open

Falling under its own weight

We sit and wait

With each other

Hearing the city whisper back

Not all will hear the city and think

Of the romantic dialogue it brings

Friends on the street sing

Bar doors open and clang

Buses whirl past

Breaks well past the point of repair

Alarming sound when stopped

Car horns ask each other question

Well into the night

Much rather being certain

Than polite

And we sit 

Arm in arm 

On our recycled sofa

From the neighbor 

We moved it for her as a favor

Now we relax

In the building with uneven floors

Why would we ask

For anything

More

Avoid the Voids

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Paris to NYC

Trying to turn a hope 

Into a dynasty

We had a helluva trip

From the grounds of the Rockefeller

To the Parisian sun

We take one step as it comes

Each stage of fear 

We soon overcome

Out in the streets of these cities

Avoid the voids

Headphones on to block the noise

Our journey spans the world

A bespoken pearl

We hold hands

Change everything we know

With every path we go

Ominous Tapestry

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The rain collects

Small pools on the ground

The peeling of the rubber

From the ground

The great majesty

Of buildings

Disappearing in the up high

The ominous tapestry in the sky

Unfold the fog from morning sights

Wake a new

The New York Skyline

Quick beeps and parked cars

Sirens alarm

Back up quick

Away from harm

The simplest yet amazing charm

From Brooklyn over the East arm

I breathe out

And hold the next

How this city is quite simple

Yet eternally complex

Back to Brooklyn

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The smell of linens

Warmed hot in driers

Lamp post

Stuck with weekend fliers

Rusted out steel on buildings facade

Bustling traffic on Kenmare

I make my way to the Williamsburg Bridge

Over the eastern edge

And back to Brooklyn

No more than a bed

To call my own

The only options are rent

No hopes to own

So our time here is quick

Subtle and sweet

Seeing some familiar

Faces out on the street

The people still hustle

Just as I remember

Checking in 2 months past

September

The city sways easy in Autumn leaves

Until it will soon be our time to leave

Non Brokered Life Decisions

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Non brokered life decisions

Going broke

With entitlements given

We hope upon life grandeur

The vestments of blessings

Hopefully lay ahead

Life uncertain

Is better than certain

Mentally dead

Short Lines

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How many words can fit in this line

So many life experiences

In so little time

Underlined by growth

Participation

In the whole world

As a congregation

To sum up the last weeks adventures

I would have to surrender some details

Only focus on what come initially

Practically rather than brilliantly

I have flown over the ocean

Swam in the French Rivera

Been pummeled by rain

Been in a plane scared

Taken a train

Halfway across Europe

Eaten dinner out of small tin cups

Watch sunsets over the Mediterranean Sea

Seen things

I probably shouldn’t have seen

Watch a double rainbow extend over the mountains

While lovers kissed

Made friends

In true simpleness

Had conversations well past the finish line

Share a romance well past my time

All of these images

Are hard to fit in the lines

But I try

As the world changes my eyes

All things constant under the wool sky