Soulful Downtown Skylines

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Running across bridges at dawn

Counting Mississippis holding my breath

Five days left, but who is really counting

Eventually everybody’s debts must be paid – one way or another

Rainbow reflections bouncing off glass signs

Fenced off vacant lots too high to scale

Soulful music suddenly plays from out of nowhere

As if my screenplay of life really needed it’s own soundtrack in the background

But I stop running for a moment, just to listen

To find myself alone in the middle of nowhere

The sun rises and peers through the downtown skyline

And I am able to find a smile on my face

And I keep running

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Originally posted September 15, 2015

A Single Red Thread

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Single red thread

A flickering orange flame fluttering at the sound of your breath

I hold mine in, not wanting to make it dance any further, it’s already too close

Any moment now, the two will unite

And burn the only thing holding us together

And the connection will be lost forever

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Originally posted October 13, 2015

At Sidewalk’s End

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Up ahead

I see sidewalk’s end

Once far away

It crept up quickly

Unnoticed

So many questions not asked

Forever remain unanswered 

Fear’s long sighs

Mixed with uncertainty’s lonely gaze

Flow through me

I’m searching

Someone please hold my hand

And walk by my side

So I won’t feel alone

Unbearable, my last steps 

If my shadow, my lone companion 

Walk with me

Whisper in my ear

Until I fall asleep

This very last time

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Originally Posted July 23, 2015

Getaway to the Island of Koh Samui

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White sandy beaches

Ocean scents dissolve anchors wrapped around our necks

We pledge to remove all time pieces

And let the days drip slowly by

 

Walks down sleepy dirt roads

An outdoor make-shift restaurant of sorts, finds us

We peruse the catch of the day

From long wooden carts lined with freshly caught fish resting on ice

So simple to point and choose

Open fire cooking emits wonderful sounds off a hot pan

We smell the sizzling aroma while we wait

Our mouths drip with anticipation

 

Morning sunrises

Dusk sunsets

What falls in between so lighthearted, not bonded by time

Creating memories not in high definition

Grainy 8 millimeter movies without sound etched in our heads

Freedom defined by silent smiles of the cast

Reel to reel, bookended by the orange sun

That signal the scene’s beginning and end

 

We know the movie cannot last forever

Eventually our watches will return to our wrists

Transported back to a world obsessed with time

But not now; now is for white sandy beaches, ocean breezes

A collection of orange sunsets to remember the beauty of our youth

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Originally posted August 25, 2015

 

An Ebb and Flow Ovation

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Moonlight’s reflections bounce off canyon walls

My head leans back and my eyes close, as if the sun’s warmth is spreading across my face

The sound of rushing water pulls itself up, steps forward, not wanting to remain in the background

And I listen intently for the very first time

Droplets fall, currents move

The sound of a million hands clapping, an ovation

Not for one, but for both, ebb and flow

Taking quick bows, rushing off to create another moment

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Originally posted October 5, 2015

Cusco Moments

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Burnt orange rooftops

Shadowed alleys, stairways leading up

Fresh lime wedges squeezed on ceviche

Stretched out in courtyards enjoying the sun

Patina tower tops against a backdrop of drifting clouds

Alpaca softness against my skin

Focusing on children’s smiles through camera lenses 

Inca Trail memories still simmering in my head

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Originally posted August 14, 2015