UP TO YOU

Just write a rhyme
Or sing a song
If you want to kill time
It won’t take long

No difference it makes
What you do
The time it takes
Is up to you

TOMPKINS SQUARE PARK

Four of life’s ramblers
From east and west
All of them gamblers
The worst to the best
Talked through the air
Shooting the shit
Never did dare
To consider it
Mutual care
Amidst self conflict

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

A thought in Hamlet
Shakespeare wrote down
“To be or not to be”
Then came around
The Beatles’ sound
Telling the prince
To “Let it be”
But few have since
Or in history
Paid any attention
To the suggestion
Thus does exist
Widespread depression
The reference from which
Came William’s conception

THE STREET

Will there ever come a day
When my world will change
And I will not be chained
To living this way?

I want to get out
But am caught in a bind
That confuses my mind
And fills it with doubt

Where should I go?
Twenty years old
Out in the cold
I just do not know

THE ROAD

Cold outside
On the roadside
In need of a ride
People say hi
And ride on by
Without a word
Flip them the bird

RULES

Be a good citizen
My teachers all said
Go on the green light
Stop on the red

Try your very best
To keep your self fed
But break any rules
You are as good as dead

One thing about rules
I never could see
What right has anyone
To give orders to me?

It was no choice of mine
To be born in society
I don’t need permission
I just want to be free

PEACE

Peace you see
Will be born
When everything is petrified
Least you see
None will mourn
When everything has died

MIRROR

I plunged into this world
Running with all my might
Loving, hating and castigating
Everything in sight
Then came suddenly
From behind me
A foreign sound
Calling for me
To stop, turn around
To listen and see
I turned at once
And glanced at one
Running with all his might
Loving, hating and castigating
With none but me in his sight
What is it makes
A fool like me
Criticize humanity?
What nerve it takes
To mock another
While being a human
Like any other

MEXICO

Overflowed
Raring to go
Four rode
To Mexico

MAZATLAN

Some called my actions those of a leech
Because I found heaven upon this beach
As I gazed out to the ancient sea
Absorbed by the peaceful reality