Dear Anonymous

I've been on hiatus

For quite a long spell

Distraught by the latest

In life's harshly strewn cell

Passion has abandoned

The pen in my sheath

A poet unhanded

My heart skipped a beat

I fell off the earth

Looking for stars

And was left wondering

If I'd ever get far

Seemed that all I'd accomplished

Was nothing in fact

All that I'd built up

Was both charlatan and quack

That my substance and core

Devoid of appeasement

Surrendered once more

To sounds of "he isn't"

But something you've said

Oh blind friend, Anonymous

Has rattled my head

To question defeat ignominious

Perhaps you've just saved me

From a bland old existence

Reminded me poetically

That hope grants subsistence

So maybe I will listen

And once more ink the nib

Explore my inner vision

And write down what I've hid

Life embrace...

I love it when refs 

Make emphatic calls

And when umpires pounce

Atop strikes and balls

The energy they bring

Parallels that of the athletes

Reminding me once more

We're all running the same meets 

We all play a part

In this world, often called stage

But its the enthusiasm we impart 

When with others, we engage

That brings us joy

And replete satisfaction 

Of societal intercourse

And meaningful interaction 

Thus with pride we perform 

In our daily masquerade 

Enjoying cerebral platform 

While mastering our trade 

For one thing I notice 

In the "real world" I see

Its like the embracers of life

That I yearn to be 

Escaping addiction...

I have a problem

Actually, I have several 

Smoking 

Drinking

Gambling and

Thinking 

These are my addictions 

That whisk me away from reality

If only for a moment

That I stretch into days at a time

It seems that every time

Responsibility beckons

I find an excuse 

To embrace my addictions

Trying to escape

My human existence 

But when I come down from my high

And find my way back to reality 

Nothing has changed 

My duties are still waiting 

For my attention 

I find myself scared

Worried 

Frustrated 

And a mess 

Unsure where to start 

As my cool loses out to stress 

I turn back to my addictions

Thinking one last rush 

Before I attend to my chores

Would do me good 

And calm my nerves

But one becomes two

Which becomes infinitely more 

And the next thing I know 

I'm back to the drawing board

Except each time I come down 

I think, "Shit man, great"

With sarcastic undertones 

As I spy the pile's grown on my plate

My escapes from reality, I realize 

Do nothing more than delay the inevitable

But leave me more stressed than before

And yet each time I understand this 

I reach for my addictions once more

Bewildered yet lacking control 

I'm a slave to escapism 

And recovering on the bathroom floor

Fighting distractions...

There's nothing like a good flight

To get my blood flowing 

And remind me that I'm still alive

As a child, this search for meaning

Was attributed to simple boredom 

And too much energy locked up inside 

But that view came from up above

From guidance and love

Hoping I wasn't just some miscreant 

Down came orders and rules

Intended to curb my fuel

Thinking I needed some discipline 

But as I rose through the ranks

And was forced to give thanks 

I created new arenas of battle

Not with hands or toys 

Did I fight other boys 

But instead with oratory paddle 

I thought it was the rush of the cage

And a hint of my rage

That brought me primal satisfaction

But truth be told

In my years, now old 

I realize it was simple human interaction

That a fight and a scuffle

Or an intellectual tussle 

Could serve as simple distraction 

Caging angst...

Every now and then I have one of those days

Where nothing seems to go the way I'd planned 

In the past, these days would lead me to frustration 

I'd act out, hoping a hand would come 

And guide me through the storm 

But it seems these days are different 

Rather than getting all riled up and angry

I simply find myself sighing

Resigned to the fact that some things

Are just out of my control 

I don't act act in response

But instead find my emotions burning

And my frustrations inwardly mounting

Thus it seems that I've matured 

And learned to deal with adversity

But have I?

Simply because I keep much of my angst within?

Because it seems to me

Judging, at least, by the temperature 

From the boil within

That I'm just as affected as ever

That despite a newly discovered ability 

To keep my emotions caged

I'm still the same kid 

Looking for a hand to guide me 

Maybe this is maturity 

Learning to shut the hell up

While taking the bad in stride

Heavenly blessing...

Damn, I just got hit with a doozie 

Blew me right out of the water

An old friend, confidant and lover

Pregnant, soon with son or daughter 

It's a shock to my system 

But not one of jealousy 

More like fingers snapping

Jolting me back to reality 

It's not our grinding 

But real life timing

That contorts our earthly course

Bringing new life, shining 

Heaven blessed, divining 

Our next step through the door

Yes, our actions play parts

Coupled with feelings of hearts

And things always beyond our control 

But should fate intervene 

Pushing destiny unseen 

New virtues, we should extol  

For though I have plans

I am simply a man

Unable to reign in the stars

News of heaven's hand

Touching a great friend 

Brings consciousness to my prison bars

For I am not locked in isolation 

But there's a whole world left unchecked

And though I am not without destination 

The forks in the road, I must respect 

Reality comes at its own choosing

So I must bow down and honor the new things

So to my dear old friend 

Whose memory will never fade 

May God bless the fruit of your womb

And bring great joy to the reality you've made

I pray that all will turn out well

In reality that suddenly snuck

You're a wonderful girl in a hell of a world 

And I wish you the best of luck!

Congrats L! 

The ideal fuse...

I stared out through my window frame

Hoping, dreaming, wondering her name 

The rain clouds lifted 

The sun shone in

At once thoughts drifted 

Her heart I'd win!

Through intricate prose 

Or simple repose 

Our paths would meet

Becoming one and the same

But first, dear muse

A hint of her name?

I apologize friend 

For though I tickle imagination 

Things like Ms. Wifey

Are beyond my contemplation 

Sure, I could create an elaborate trait 

That would have you flipping heals 

But the truth of the matter 

Is that fiction is sadder

When you find out a character ain't real 

I bucked up in my chair

And was suddenly aware

That my muse had rejected my plea

To envision a goddess

Nay, an angel more modest 

So I asked, "Why won't you help me?"

Oh, dear dreamer 

You're always the schemer 

Hustling for the ends you seek

But you must understand 

That when it comes to woman and man

Reality is the mountain's peak 

If you create perfection 

Via internal reflection 

You'll find yourself unsatisfied with what's really out there

But if you clear your mind 

From benchmarks, you'll find

A world full maidens quite beautiful and fair 

My head began nodding

For I understood the muse

The answer I was prodding 

Came in a range of hues 

But if I focused on one image

The right one I might lose

For hidden among the masses 

Was the unknown, but ideal fuse. 

Vintage opinions...

If human experience has taught me anything 

It is that everyone has an opinion 

And every opinion is different 

Some are naive, passive, and innocent 

While others seem down right belligerent 

But every opinion that finds itself thrust in my direction 

Be it aggressive, manipulative, or via subtle inflection

Is said by a voice 

So unique in its course

That its understanding of my situation 

From its speaker is divorced 

For each does his own thing

And in his own time

Clumsily wandering

With his own type of rhyme 

And yes, sometimes I appreciate 

The eyes of another's journey 

But please don't be offended 

If I submit not to your mean 

 

Be not mistaken

I've listened to what you've said

Swished it around mentally

With the snifter in my head

Went back to the drawing board

Envisioning the perfect image 

Not drunk by all humanity

But of my own personal vintage

And what I've found to be most tasteful 

What really whets my palate 

Is making my own choices 

And believing they are valid 

For my life is my own

And I must do what is best

To satisfy my thoughts 

And heed not the rest

Because it seems unlikely 

That there is a guide to this game

Sheer reason and logic

Tell me no two wines taste the same 

The afternoon lull...

Sitting 

Digesting

Not thinking

Just resting

Staring 

Surfing

Tweeting

Posting

Reading

Watching

Chatting

Laughing 

Clicking

Clicking

Clicking 

The boredom away.

Awaiting instruction 

Wanting mental obstruction 

Anticipating the close of day.

Rising 

Walking

Winking 

Talking

Planning 

The happy hour getaway.

Done meandering

Now pandering

Fulfilling 

The boss's whimsical need.

Composing

Exceling 

Saving 

Reviewing 

Printing

Sending

Filing

Feeling like chores indeed.

Sneaking 

Peeking

Urging

Hurrying

The ticking clock.

One by one 

Seconds passing 

Feigning action 

Finally leaving 

Time to get drunk.

At the moment...

Time is dimension I often misunderstand 

In the great scheme of life

It never varies its course

Despite my constantly varying assessment 

Of its true value   

When I was a child

Every day was a unique experience

Because each day was new and grand

I was innocent and naive 

Carefree and rambunctious 

Making the most of every waking second

But as I grew older

And each new day

Became a smaller snippet 

Of my greater experience 

I began to lose track 

Of the value of any given moment

Days blended together

As I got caught up in myself 

And lost track of the ticking clock

Of the bigger picture

Of the marathon ahead 

And lessons gained from time spent

My inward orientation  

Left perspective by the wayside 

As years quickly passed

With frustration and impatience 

Nurtured at the hand 

Of my juvenile observations

Now I find myself 

Seemingly starting anew

Yet time has gone unchallenged 

Leaving me a quarter of the way through

Yearning for the innocence of days past

Dreaming of grandeur in the days ahead 

Forgetting still, of the present moment 

I must slow down!

And appreciate today

Maximizing each second

For the benefit of the next

For I now realize

That if I rush the race

And focus only on the end

Then time will fly by 

Without my knowing 

Frustrated waiting...

It is frustrating to have to wait for others

When I'm already geared to go

It makes my day feel infinitely longer

In a manner that's unnecessarily slow

I've been taught to have patience 

Because each works at his own pace

But I've got a sneaky suspicion 

That many simply waste their days

Expecting me to wait

With a smile on my face

And chillness in my gait

I try to hide my personal indignation 

And chalk up my impatience 

To personal frustrations 

But my gut reaction 

Whose honesty I try to hide

When the truth it hints 

Is that I'm being taken for a ride

They say wait, hold on, have a seat

The process is delicate 

We must take our time

You know Rome wasn't built in a day

I sigh sure, if you must, go ahead

Put me on your queue 

I'll just twiddle my thumbs

Cause I know you'll get to me someday 

But the reality is

I'm afraid

That its hard to motivate others

When they've one foot in the grave

At least, that is

If you hear them tell it

Because one thing's for sure

They try their hardest to sell it

That life is tough 

And they're doing their best

That they've had enough 

And need a minute to rest 

But what about me

And the tasks that lie ahead

Do I sit here idly 

And take stock in what they've said

Delaying my own chores

Despite being willing and able

Waiting for the others 

So I can finally put food on my table

Damn the frustration 

I never know how to handle it 

Inwardly I'm off-the walls 

But outwardly I must mantle it 

And sit patiently waiting 

And realize that things are out my control

And sometimes life is frustrating 

The cosmic maitre...

Faith is the only word 

I can use to describe 

The depth of my fortitude

And resilience of my drive 

I have no clue of my destination 

Nor an idea of scripted line

But through modes of contemplation 

I trust that I'll be fine

I'll make it through 

Worn for good show

At the end of the day

Inwardly I'll know

That something beyond my control

Outside of my being

Gave guidance to steps

And resolve to my decisions

Sure, I'll make mistakes

From which I hope to grow

And have frustrated takes

During my one man show

But gain without the peril 

Never helps me grow 

Thus I take my days in stride

I work, I hustle, and oh, I grind 

I put my mind at ease 

While the world I appease 

Until I'm lucky enough to find

My fated script and life to bide

So no big deal

If sometimes I reel 

For I have faith in stars above 

You see, my heart and my soul

Coupled with notions beyond my control 

Allow me to feel and indescribable love

From something greater

Beyond space and time

The cosmic maitre 

Lets me know that I'll be fine 

Small victories...

Each day, I search for a small victory 

Just to let me know 

That I've done something right

 

When I happen upon my triumph 

A smile invades my face

It is reassuring

Rejuvenating

And refreshing

To know that I've succeeded

If only in a miniscule task

Despite the trials of the day

And the cubicles that shield 

The outside world 

Trapping me in the dregs 

Of our lubricated existence 

The small wins remind me 

That I'm alive

Kicking

Breathing 

And Fighting 

To keep my head held high

And my mind even-keeled 

I'm not a cog in a gear

Or a spoke in a wheel

I'm an individual 

Who can appreciate 

The nuanced pride

And subtle honor 

Of achievement 

Even if facially insignificant 

Taking notice of the good

Deflects severity of the bad

Rendering times lost

As stepping stones

Simply mistakes yielding experience  

Rather than a portrait 

Of my traits

Yes the smallest conquests

Make me feel great 

And push me forward 

To another day

For one by one

A lifetime of wins

Even among a sea of losses 

Amalgamate 

And script my fate 

For victory tastes sweeter

When I realize I am victorious 

My friend Mary...

My dearest friend 

We meet again 

Encounters filled with cheers 

No judgements made

No debts to be paid

Just laughter inducing tears 

Your carefree nature 

And lack of hater 

Bring me to my calm 

Our partial remedies 

To our fading memories 

Spur conversations aplomb  

You bring a smile to my face

And fill my heart with joy

Genuine nature, I do embrace

Finds me giddy like a little boy

Of all the world's wonders

And the spark in your eye

Of the vigor of life

And what happens when we die

For when we are together

Everything is heightened 

Taste, texture, sound and color

My sensories are brightened 

Enlightened by your honesty

Enlightened by your truth 

Enlightened by your carefree nature

Enlightened by your youth

Whenever we meet

You appear the same

Providence blessed

Things to never change

At least not between us

Friends through and through

The layers of cocktail fodder 

Reaching the deepest root 

And though some speak poorly

Degrading your social status 

Keep in mind that they are surly

Instead heed the words of Epictetus 

You are you and you are best

You help me lay my fears to rest 

For you are my closest compatriot 

With you, I am proud to affiliate 

And so I praise

Your relaxing ways

And the effects you have on my brain

So once again 

To my dear old friend 

Thank you Mary Jane 

Sobering reality...

What triggers my despair?

Sending me to to a nervous state,

Driving me towards frustration, 

Casting me out of myself.

One minute, I feel great 

Enjoying yet another sunny day.

To paraphrase Frank, 

I'm doing things my way. 

But at the flip of a switch, 

Whose whereabouts, I'm afraid, 

I do not know; 

I find myself thrust into self doubt,

Anxiety, 

Despair, 

At the weight of the world

Thrust upon my shoulders. 

Is it the weight of truth,

Showing its ugly face,

Reminding me of my responsibilities, 

To myself, 

And to my future?

Am I so far gone, 

Down the path of escape,

Of addiction, 

Of procrastination,

Of praying for things to be different;

That the thought of actually having to do something,

To build myself, 

And make my way,

Drives me to frustration? 

Sobering reality, I'm afraid, 

Is not the kind of sobering up 

I like to do.

There is no joy, 

There is no hope,

There is no pot of gold,

At the end of the rainbow. 

There is only reality

To serve as my trigger,

To bring me to realization, 

That I've got to get my shit together. 

Time to recharge...

Some days, I just don't feel like myself. 

I'm never quite sure what prompts these blue days.

Perhaps a poor night's sleep,

A dearth of fulfilling tasks, 

Or possibly just boredom. 

Maybe even flight from impending duties,

Ignoring pressing issues, 

That always seem to leave me stressed.

Whatever the reason,

Gone is the vigor that normally guides my days,

And fuels my nights. 

Instead...

Nothing.

Sheer apathy.

Not depression,

Not fear,

Not anger.

Only boredom laced with indifference.

So I sit and laze,

Perhaps wrap and haze,

Waiting for time to pass;

Until my next mentally challenging, 

And personally fulfilling task. 

I've grown so accustomed to breakneck speed,

And a plate for three, 

That I forget to breath;

To the point, unfortunately, 

Where a pleasant reprieve,

Is met with doubt.

Don't I have work to do?

Or calls to make?

Or a function to attend?

Didn't I promise one of my buddies

That we'd drink to no end? 

It's hard to push these thoughts away,

For sometimes I feel like I'm losing out.

Like I'm not maximizing my time on earth.

Like I'm letting precious seconds tick away unused.

It is in these down times,

These doldrums of life, 

When the interesting things aren't happening, 

At least not for me;

That I force myself to step back and relax,

To take the quiet storm at face value,

And recharge my batteries.

The paranoid hole...

I have a jacket,

And it has a hole.

But I wore it anyway,

And went for a stroll.

At first my jaunt was isolated, 

And the hole didn't bother me much;

But once my path was penetrated,

Paranoia became my crutch. 

Did others notice the hole?

If so, what did they learn?

Was I merely a slovenly pedestrian?

Did they recognize it was a cigarette burn?

A sign of my addiction, 

A memento of my affliction, 

A keepsake of my conviction, 

To act and sin, but never learn?

I became conscious of my shortcoming,

And glanced at the other walkers;

None of whom seemed to notice me,

Not even the avid talkers. 

My hole was glaring!

But only to me.

For others it seemed,

It was too small to see.

So why did I feel, 

In my conscious quite real,

That my vision was not alone?

I must have failed, 

And mistakenly surveilled, 

To realize that to each his own.

In my paranoid state, 

My subconscious inmate, 

Had over-valued his plight.

He'd forgotten to remember, 

That each social member,

Had their own demons to fight. 

Each had hole,

That they shielded from others,

Protecting their own pride.

Paranoid thoughts,

And self-conscious druthers, 

Drove the hole back inside. 

Away from prying eyes and accusatory cries, 

All men were one and the same.

Paranoid and self-conscious while hiding flaws,

For all had a hole to their name. 

Repeating mistakes...

Its almost funny,

That despite the lessons, 

I think I've learned,

I keep making the same mistakes.

I've ignored the wisdom of my father,

The writing of the sages,

The adages known to all,

Truth ripened through the ages

Words of advice,

Ones I later found correct; 

I ignored at first oration,

Confused by self-respect. 

Was I not also man, 

Blessed with reason and cognition?

Was I not the sole arbiter 

Of my final destination? 

Shouldn't I then,

Every now and again,

Seek intellectual wealth? 

Lest, I regret, 

Learn ways not adept, 

Of being true to myself?

I made my own choices,

And headed my own voices, 

Developing a moral code;

I assembled a belief, 

That brought me no grief,

Navigating earthly abode. 

But as years passed,

I met again with lessons learned. 

Yet I found myself

Revisiting actions burned

From my cerebrum. 

Of the wrong disposition.

Of impetuous nature.

Of unwound contrition.

Of mistaken behavior.

It seems I'd learned nothing from my journey.

That the answers I held true, 

Were drafted by inner attorney,  

Lacking experience and hindsight view.

The one thing I can take, 

From repeating a mistake,

Is that now I have a second chance, 

To heed the advice the elders advance. 

For nothing is new under the sun.

So I might as well learn, 

To avoid a third burn, 

From things already done. 

The morning rush...

Waking

Stretching 

Yawning

Rising

Washing 

Brushing 

Dressing

Smelling

Sitting

Eating  

Pouring 

Steaming 

Sipping 

Scolding

Dropping 

Cursing 

Bending

Kneeling

Cleaning

Realizing

Lateness. 

Jumping 

Rushing

Slamming

Screeching 

Reversing

Shifting

Driving

Veering 

Passing 

Steering

Slowing

Stopping

Waiting 

Waiting 

Waiting 

For the light to change. 

Accelerating 

Cruising 

Cracking

Breezing 

Refreshing

Lighting 

Inhaling 

Calming

Spacing

Listening 

Singing

Arriving  

Parking

Gathering 

Jogging

Greeting 

Elevator

Rising 

Hurry 

Meeting!

Daydream...

Hot Sun

Central Park

Ultimate Frisbee

Cool Breeze 

Magic Dragon

Lifted Spirit

Shading Rays

Summer Dress

Dirty Blond

Soft Skin

Pearly Whites

Radiant Smile 

Chance Encounter

Genuine Laugh

Shared Light

Bare Feet 

Glistening Grass

Song Birds

Lunch Time

Long Walk

Budding Flowers

Rising Trees

Prominent Boulders

Picnic Baskets 

Hidden Gems 

Horse Carriage

Shopping Bags

Columbus Fountain 

City Landscapes

Yellow Cab

Prince Street

Mercer Kitchen

Jean-Georges 

Hamachi Sashimi

Shucked Oysters 

Sea Scallops

Strawberry Shortcake 

Your Place

Scented Candles

Red Wine

Afternoon Delight

Welcomed Back

Spring Time