Tag: poetry

Just the Same

Just the Same

Head backs away from the mic
A gracious bow to the audience,
A wave goodbye
Such a great show, good game
Hang up the costume,
Wash off the face

Time, now, to go home
Recharge the batteries
Wait for the old phone to ring
With new promises
Of brand new dreams, opportunities

Hands that are open
Are never really empty
Like a deep meditation,
Ready to really reach for something;
There is power in the waiting

The show goes on
On and on and on
Different setlist, but maybe
One or two familiar songs
Something to tap that foot to, sing along

Playing the game,
Finding rhythms, remembering names
Never easy for such a talent—
The dear we’re here to see and hear
We adore, just the same

Confessions of a Typo


Confessions of a Typo

Never possible to be perfect
To be perfectly honest

In fact, one might look to me
To see the epitome of
A bruised dream—
A word almost beautiful
If it had been written slowly, meticulously

Often, words on the run
Will run into trouble,
Whilst staying busy, so
Please forgive the glitch I can be:
Such a type o, oblivious me

Z

 

Running to Nature

With the help of my awesome graphic designer in New York (electrofork), I decided to make a book of poetry and photography. I have received positive feedback from the friends and family I have given pre-ordered copies to and could not be more thrilled. I have always had a love of nature and hope the project evokes the childlike spirit I intended.



Click the link below to view and purchase a copy:

Running to Nature

Let’s not forget to get outside and make the most of each day!

Z

 

 

The Boy Who Needed Magic

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The Boy Who Needed Magic

From many lips, 
I’ve often heard,
About the boy who needed
Magic
Not the spells of fairy tales
But, something so very
Magic

The people around 
Told the boy
To stick with what 
Made sense
“Boys who seek the magic
Often grow up lonely men.”

The boy did try
To find his place
In the most sensible of things
But, nothing of the sort 
Made sense
Not to this boy, at least 

So, into the woods
The boy did run
Away, or so he believed
But, what he found
Among the leaves
He ran to, magically
 
The magic began to 
Build inside —
The circles ’round 
He danced —
Holding hands with Nature,
The boy had found his 
True romance

Some say that boy still 
Lives somewhere, maybe
Inside a grown-up man,
The boy who needed magic
Dances circles
Inside of him

Z

Boys and the Blues

Boys and the Blues

2 brothers,
In the same room,
Were tying their shoes.
Their daddy, in the next room,
Started playing the blues.

The boys started listening
And began to choose.
Considered the path
Paved for them, ready for them.
Took into consideration their own moods.

Boy 1 headed to the closet,
Pulled out a pair of his
Favorite boots.
Boy 2 danced around barefoot,
Wondered how he could lose.

No one, nothing could come between
Boy 1 and Boy 2.
These boys knew how to look beyond
Music and shoes.
Brothers, they were. Quite the two.

Maybe it was fate,
Possibly some sort of shoe muse,
That changed the way those boys
Walked through space that day.
The day those boys heard the blues.

“Where are they headed? What are they after?”

Look down at your own shoes!
We’re all just boys, making decisions,
With a daddy, in the next room, 
Playing the blues.

Fog Arrives

Morning Fog 01/04/17 – Valdosta, GA

When the fog arrives
On the way to a goal,
Find faith and remember
To give it a go:
Look toward your light,
The reminder you know.
A peace will come;
The feeling will grow.
For, when the fog clears
And the burden subsides,
Strength will be revealed
Where lightness resides.

Give In

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July 2014 in Prospect Park

Give In 

When you’ve become the same old song and dance,
A different costume on a different stage,
Maybe you need to take a deep breath again,
Find a new you, and begin again.

Is it worse to stay on a sinking ship
Or to be a person who gave it all up too soon?
A difficult question,
When you have white teeth and red lips
That can light up any room.

Directors will tell you to ease up,
Relax
Sometimes, tension is your body’s way of saying,
“Hon, it’s time to let it go.”

Fa la la la
Boo doo bee doo
Time to hang up the ol’ hat
And get a new ’do.

“Never give up”
Is all that you hear each day
But, do give in to taking a bow,
When it is you you are winning —
At the end of the play.

 

12.06

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Swimming in Negril

12.06

Taxi on the Brooklyn Bridge
Suitcase in the trunk
Carrying what was left of me
On a trip I had to take

Leaving home ain’t easy
Never a fun decision to make
But, made it was on 12.06
A year ago today

Where are you headed, Mr.?
Where will the road lead?
Cars can only take you so far,
Only go a certain speed
Where are you headed, Mr.?
This deal you have to seal
Could leave you different, in the end
So, now, how do you feel?

Visits back to the city
Have kept my heart upbeat
Faces I can only bare to miss so long
The streets I kiss leave me afraid to blink

Where I was a year ago
Gives perspective, when I stop to think
Of judging not where I am today
Rather, looking back to really see

Never can go back
Swimming ahead is all there is 
My arms can always paddle
When I wish to get away
Away is every place I reach
That’s the story, at least, today

Where are you headed, Mr.?
Where will the road lead?
Cars can only take you so far,
Only go a certain speed
Where are you headed, Mr.?
This deal you have to seal
Could leave you different, in the end
So, now, how do you feel?

To Rise Above Conflict

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For the Ride

Hand to my head
Hard to believe the words that were said:
Quantifying, analyzing, criticizing;
Destructive.

I held your hand
You pushed it away
Can the opinions and beliefs we carry
Really map out the way?

I was going to show you how love
Can be powerful, too
But, useless, it felt,
Judging by the response from you.

Then, a shift, a lean, a bend came along
Your side of the story soon came into view
Mine pulled up beside yours,
Four arms stretched and our differences withdrew.

Your head, in my lap, made me realize
The miles I would travel to be by your side
You’re a piece of the puzzle;
Still here. For the ride.

  • Listening to Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No. 14 in C Sharp Minor. Sometimes, life is not joyful and gets sad and the key turns minor. True friends hold all the keys.