New Material 2018

February 22 2018- Crazy City

How or what can I say about this
The new place I'm in is but constant craziness
Here since last November twenty seventeen
I'm now weary and tired,of simply the unclean

Really I don't see the glamor of New York city
The buildings regardless of the great creativity
Of displaying huge signs bright lights,
Yet look down and around there is but unpleasant sights

The garbage the stench the homeless
I can list many of the unpleasantness
It has nothing to do with the weather.
It has nothing to do with traveling taking forever

There is no joy on the faces of others
There is anger and frustration of a bother
No patience no love no caring attitude
Only terror on those who to their backpacks are glued

I wish that one day that regardless of origin
Or regardless of our,yang and yin
I pray that we can all find a way
Despite our rough days love is what we display

Rain or shine sorry to break the flow
I miss writing, giving me chills so you know
But for writers of any kind, write away
Tell your story no matter what happens in your day

Connect with the emotions to be one
To be given true freedom that simply no one
Can take away. Your words thoughts your heart
A pen and paper and your soul, now let it start

I love the emotions that fully spill
I love the rollercoaster feeling the thrill
I love discovering how my words can make someone smile
Writing with my whole heart only makes my words worthwhile

I cannot describe the pride I feel
Or what feelings I uncover, reveal
It is in its self a journey of my life
Retracing my steps through the trials and strife

I want to write more express become more free
Get these words of my chest that describe me
I will write more share all the old
Cause my poems are amazing, well that's what I was told.

February 22 2018