A city on the river
Embolden with water
On every side
To take the high life
Or the high line
Of what memories I have
Of the city
Style of
Life
Romantic Memories
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Downtown
The lights of the city
Brimmed with
Possibility
To try the new faces
Of creation
To be unique and different
Everyday
That goes by
This is the light of the city
In my eye
Flawless Command
It was the count
To the countdown
And the commands
Were losing the men
So the last hope of an effort
Was made
In dire straits
And the vision was
Pure
The light was even
And in this particular moment
Not one thing
Went wrong
Random Strain
The city life
Of motion
Moves without even knowing
What will come next
And the random strain
That is made from a misstep
Will make you remember
The way the world moves
With us all riding
Along
Headquarters
The HQ
A place to define
The limitations
Of what can be
And what could be
Done
And undone
With exhaustion
To the wind
Of narratives
Grave
In the HQ the words
Land
Quizzical Delirium
The laugh came
But held
In the tongue
Bit from the words
Of comedy
Flung on the moment
The delirium
At question was no longer
At bay
And the laughter came
Running
Away
Flawless
The flawless morning
Of subtle hues
Of pink and yellow
Bring on the day
Upon which
A foundation
Of light is laid
To start with the hopes
Of something
New
The Snow
A storm
Of proportions
Unknown
So hold your hands
Tight
Don’t look outside
And take heed
To the warnings
Of the night
Lost Connections
In time
Life will die
But in the passing
Of seconds
We lose
Our recollection
Of the beautful
Connections
Made along the way
I hope to remember these hopes
As I grow old
Table Thoughts
Nothing more
Or less
Than the idles
Of the hands
At the table
Waiting for direction
For the hopes of
A decision
Will come in time
But only then
Will the path become clear
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