A Tree Lives in the Bowery

 At the corner of First and Second Avenues

Its roots bound by asphalt and cementitious material

Trampled by shoes of locals and tourists looking for something 

Or nothing at all

Trucks reverberate in its core; motion a constant

The graffiti covered trunk nonetheless grows upwards toward the light of the sun and the fluorescence that never ceases

The beat of the city constant as a heart’s 

Its survival unlikely and surprising

Such chaos, no order, noise and sound buzzes ceaselessly downtown in Manhattan

A car slams on the brakes at the stoplight parallel, not a moment too soon, others too late

No surprise to the tree that lives in the Bowery

Untitled … unfinished?

 

Take the Train

 The trembling rumble of the train and

Soft hiss of the air flow

Remind me that movement is constant and good

 Taking us somewhere new, some destination with experiences to come which could not have been before boarding.

To remain stagnant is to not change, not progress, not evolve.

We must rumble forth, take the next step, and

Choose which stop is best

 When the meat of the heart 

Wants the meat of some heart

More than once

It grows

And wants

What it wants

Path of the tarot

 We ride the wave and flow

I am in control

of my

soul

Source

Spirit

Reaching for divine guidance

One with the Great Spirit

We ride the wave and flow

Please, please, please let Langston Hughes’s words written in 1936 ring true in the 2020s

“O, let America be America again— / The land that never has been yet— / And yet must be—the land where every [hu]man is free.”

The Male Gaze

 I can feel your eyes on me. They're burning me. You're imagining what I look like with no clothes on. You don't know me.

Your eyes just won't look away. I'm just trying to ride the subway. Please look away.

I feel your desire

I wish I didn't,

I wish you wouldn't.

Just

Leave

Me

Alone

I wish I could say it with my eyes, but if I look in 

your direction you'll think I want it

You will think that I like you objectifying me. Looking at me but not really seeing me. You see my skin, you see my shape, you see my looks 

But you don't see 

Me.

Watching my thoughts fly by
Like common swifts flitting about in the sky

The right

Who has the right?
The decision to unleash the masses and expose them
to an
'invisible enemy'

Made vulnerable, the sheep can roam free in their pastures
Those pastures, contaminated,
Will poison the herd with time

One by one,
in no time.

One had the rite to take action.
To stop the threat from worsening ...

And yet
That one was not righteous.

One must hope
righteousness will soon be seen
Will soon be heard

In righteousness, we must come together in the herd
In spite of that one, we must unite!

Time makes memories
Memories define time

With each connection,
With each sensory dimension,
With each something to mention,
time one has filled
up
enriched
becomes memory.
Each memory is one of many other memories,
and every memory
makes up our time.

Branches reaching out into the air
Why one tree lives and one tree dies
Don't always seem fair
A blessing in disguise?

What animates the neural pathways

Floating in the ether

Love lives on -
time + space

Oh how the curves of the earth do inspire
An open way of thinking
To new heights we do aspire

Farther and closer to understanding her channels
Because we are merely ground born mammals

Yet mammals can sense so much
Ebb and flow with her days
And birds do fly upon her heaven sent ways
In the skies so high
They can follow the path of the stars

In the night sky

The dance of the moon

The sun will go down soon
Leaving only distant stars, distant bodies
To swirl so far away in the dark sky of night

Delicately
And drastically
Comes the moon

Her light can dictate the mood
The attitude
of the night

{Will she shine so bright
Show the path back home}
{Will she leave the way black as night
So you must forge through alone}
Or {will her shine be so bright
That even our cheeks will be kissed her light}

Unmistakable flow in her pattern sings to the ocean like a tune
How beauteous is the behavior
The pattern
The dance of the moon

Seed of Light

From inception
Burning bright
At the core
A seed of light

Systems

Like aspens.
Each tree sharing the same root
system.

Countries dividing world apart
Many beings comprising each country,
Each thinking with one brain +
Feeling with one heart

All floating along space on the same
big rock +
A part of the same system as other
big rocks
Each encircling a bright mass that dictates a clock

That system a part of yet a larger system

All

floating

along

Each doing their part.

Constellations

Stars forever frozen in time
Trapped.
Stuck staring.

Watching the opponent across the horizon for eternity.

The hunter waiting,
Forever waiting
While Scorpius is watching,
Forever watching

The moves, the shifts, the cycles
- to the stars -
seemingly stagnant.

Turing Machine

Reject. Reject. Accept.
No to this option
Yes to that.

Decisions, decisions
 

>Choice decided by the Turing Machine that is your mind.