The city screamed from far away, carnivorous call,
As those neon lights illuminated nothing at all,
I saw my whole life written on a face with no name,
30 minutes, 30 years; it still feels the same,
On a subway platform, I wore the streets as a cloak,
With murderous indifference, nobody spoke,
Adrift in the hum and shuffle, I circle empty squares,
Swimming in electric fire and unoccupied stares,
As moonlight cut the misty haze, scratching my eye,
I found myself the beginning of another goodbye,
Standing tall among the skyscrapers, drowning in shade,
An encore performance of a mess that I made,
And on the ride home, an old man played the Rising Sun,
Reminding me of the only thing I still can’t outrun.

The warheads rust in peace while the population celebrates
War is over
Peace is here!

An explosion of ecstasy in the inner cities
Joyous laughter and delight
No more young men dying without a cause

And yet there still stands the grieving mother
Crying for her baby boy
War is over
But grief remains.

Her world is falling apart
While they are falling asleep
She's crying in her dreams
Her heart has broken
And she hasn't spoken
In months
They watch her walk around the street
Following her eyes down to her feet
Her lungs are black
From the cigarettes burning the back
Of her throat
She lights fires to everything she touches
Listening to everyone's soft hushes
Falling into the darkness in her heart
Her world is falling apart

I am retooling myself
Into the man, who honors integrity with daily exercise,
Into the words of a poem, a new stanza added daily,
Into the notes of a song, yet to be complete,
Into the symphony p, a theme that lifts, soaring above the commonplace,
Into the jewel multifaceted,  colors deep and husky,
Into the essences of love, always learning, dispensing hatefulness,
Into the fury of a great warrior ennobled with heroism,
Into the dexterity of fingers that dispense living kindness,
Into the vibrancy of an orchid, born from tiny seed and falls soil,
Into the vessel science and technology constantly reforms, evolute,
Into the words of a book before his eyes, before closing time, clutched with purebred pride.

It comes when the wing crisply cuts air, or when the brush flicks with flair.
Through the pews when the light paints walls a vibrant, revenant view.
Masterful as a Commander; catching her gently in the shifting tides. 

A carpenter’s touch, a moment of nirvana; it is we, serenity savors.

Let it be graceful as a Danseur; falling as silk in pirouettes
Yet impossible to grasp, a flash of truth like lighting: an instance over.
Still the chase is everlasting, so long the giver is victor.
For stronger we’d be, pursuing love like the dawn of the hunt.

A luxury, free.

Luscious Spring is wonderful avian theater ... The cameo appearance of Bradford Pear ,  a fragrant , beneficial Chestnut Tree of April ..

Melodious springtime , 'Creations Opus stage ..'
Voluminous , arthropod soloist , capering
the riparian rivers , break the searing afternoons ,
sing to me , the cool blessing of night ...