Inconvenient actions
Created by unstable minds
Lost my own time
Caught up in the winds
Created from ones whims
I get lost in anger and regret
Why is it that I should have to be set
On these feelings when I have stay quiet
My lips fall silent while my mind riots
I flow like water
Not held back by anything
Rolling and flowing
Taking life to the next scene
Scholastic Skies
Stare over Brooklyn
Built with math and arithmatic
Particular attention
To each inch and yard
Stretched in the air
So pretty
Built with human hands
This is
New York City
–
Until cooler heads prevail
Under mild winds
Set sail
No good will come of this
No anger will resolve
Will new problems evolve
Cutting new wounds
Deeper than the original
So until cooler heads prevail
The boat sits in the harbor still
Waiting until
The patterns change
Sending this craft back
On its way
Reckless texting
Walking talking
Ignoring the morning
No meaning in evening
The mental metal
Push fingers racing
Waited and wasted
No time spent elated
Eye’s ignore the skies
The beauty they hold
Lies
600 photos
Stacked 6 inches deep
Priced at 69 cents each
Can teach
Much about the relatively of life
Rather or a lifetime
How little I cared for any of these
Vintage photos
Who were these people were staring back
At me
Fishing, world landmarks, time spent vigoursly
Yet they have no value to me
They are just old photos
Of lives gone by
A single moment trapped in time
So I tossed one back on the pile
Old man with a big smile
Someday that will be me on that photo
Unknown and growing old
Passed down until someone gives up
And I’ll end up
In the 69 cent photo bin
Rents going up
Places made by artist
Now have become sought after
By the big name boutiques
In the vintage book store
People are talking
300% is the new going rate
There is no way
We can pay
These new fee’s
This street will soon be filled with
Boutiques and galleries
At that point it will cease to exist
When the artist move out
The high dollar
The new list
I only observe
I am new blood
My heart was drawn by her story
In the book store on the corner
For some reason
The feeling of isolation
Does not bother me
Ostracized
Rather than welcome
Is something that I find welcomed
For in the subtle disapproval
I found
Holding steadfast
To my own principles
Some will appreciate this
Others will laugh and dismiss
Find something
Refuse to cave in
It has taught me that what people
Find important
Is not always important to me
That is all that I needed to see
To understand that if I stand tall
Don’t give in
The reward of being me
Alone amongst a crowd
Rewards the soul more
When I fall asleep at night
That is really all
I can ask for
Unthunk
Uninspired
Money
Mind Wired
Sad
Disappointing
Dust off the envy
Know what you know
Pick up
Go
White shade illuminate morning expectations
We look forward to a changing tide
With our eyes wide and hoping
Take one good look over the past
This moment will no longer last
Than it has taken to pass
Green in the city
Staying this way
Will prove a challenge
Yet a reward
We push onward
Today we set our roots in a new home
Two souls together
Better than one alone
I hope this post finds you well
Full of heart and eyes that swell
We make our way to city heights
On this blustery winter night
We find a new home
Among many and hoping
For luck to come our way
We will find out with rest
And another day
