Wake up hungry,
Not for waffles,
Not for pancakes,
Or your morning coffee,
For success in what you do,
Failure is not an option,
And success is a fact,
So at the end of the day,
When you go to sleep you can say,
I’m full.
Wake up hungry,
Not for waffles,
Not for pancakes,
Or your morning coffee,
For success in what you do,
Failure is not an option,
And success is a fact,
So at the end of the day,
When you go to sleep you can say,
I’m full.
The sun peeks out of the horizon, saying “Good Morning”.
But the city is already awake.
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The Subway trains slow into the station,
birds in Central Park chirp tunes
and Broadway signs flicker with life.
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Blue dotted curtains on apartment windows open,
letting the light flood into their homes.
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Cars already fill the streets,
scattered sounds filling the New England air.
The paper stands are open,
today’s news broadcasted across the busy sidewalks.
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Doors open and close,
people come and go.
Young and old,
men and women.
Nothing divides them.
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Trains pull out of the station,
streaking across the city with no time to lose.
Passing through the city,
slicing the cold early-spring air,
the train speeds across the tracks.
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It’s old engine groans with protest, but keeps going.
Faster, faster.
The engineer urges,
trying to push the train.
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It presses on.
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And finally the train slows,
the station in sight. As the train squeals to a stop,
passengers walk off the train, the intercom welcoming them.
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“Welcome to The City of Dreams.”
The kids walk the streets,
Seeing guns,
Knowing drugs,
With no solid home.
No structure,
No safety,
No breaks.
They’re mimes,
They’re stuck in a box with no way out,
No chance to try.
A force is a pull or a push
Pushing on an object causes motion
Motion when you push an object is working
Working on development
Developing Machinery
Machines are invented
Invented by geniuses
Geniuses like Newton
Newton is the SI Unit for motion
Motion laws were discovered by Newton
Newton and others were geniuses
Geniuses that invent
Invent usable machines
Machines develop
Developing work
Work is when pushing an object causing motion
Motion caused by a push
Pushing or pulling is force
Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter
Pouncing, it leaps down the stairs
Clawing at its prey
As it does everyday
Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter
Crash, against the wall
Dizzy once again
But manages not to fall
Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter
Spring, on top the table
Walking around in a circular path
Still healthy and able
Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter
Shhhh, on my lap
Curled in bliss
My creature is taking a well-deserved catnap
The buildings are trees
In a concrete jungle
From borough to borough
From street to street
You’ll never know who you’re gonna meet
Learning new abilities
Gaining more responsibilities
Heart-pounding
Outward-bounding
Blindly, Finding
Our way around
Here at outward bound
Black people, grey walls, white eyes
eyes of sorrow
eyes that have seen the bellicose of the country
the country of dreams
dreams
dreams prepared
dreams despaired
dreams disappeared
the rest forgetting and leaving
not helping, scared
scared of our own people
not helping, scared
scared to see what we have put them in
wishing they don’t live the way they do
wishing what we want
while they wish for what they need
wishing brings us up
wishing brings them down
bringing them to street sides
bringing them behind bars
bringing the reputation stronger
asking ourselves why do they do what they do
why can’t they survive
why do we ask the questions
why is there no help
is the world scared to enter
like the basement of a haunted house
where the house is the country
the country where dreams are made…
As a winding road progresses
A Bandit must continue
Trotting down the old worn path
In hope for redemption
And the very last time I saw him
He said he must push forward
And that he learned his lesson
It started a few days ago,
Late in the evening
He was strolling out of a saloon
When he was confronted
By a group of brawny goons
So he readied both revolvers
And the others, they did too
The Bandit staring eye to eye
To what seemed to be the end
But the Bandit didn’t quit,
The Bandit put up a fight
And one by one the others
Proceeded to fall
And after the last one fell
He stared at their dead bodies
And realized that
The smallest one
Was his oldest son
He kneeled and cried
At the thought of his son gone
He stayed there for a while
To say a few prayers
Then the Bandit left the scene
Only to be discovered
By the sheriff of the county
The sheriff had put out a search for the Bandit
The Bandit knew he must go
So he mounted his horse’s back
And he readied to leave
And the very last words he said to me were
“I hope for redemption,
And I must push forward
You see, my little boy,
I have learned my lesson.”
The lesson that he taught me
Was that never to do things without thinking
Always resolve problems peacefully
To be kind to others
And you won’t end up like me.
Jerry is a unicorn,
Square boy, it means something
Jerry is as lost as can be,
without any sense of security,
a daring boy he is,
No, no means no,
only to disturb his universe.
Jerry will put up a wall,
an unbreakable wall,
to feel security, make a home,
a fool Jerry is,
a square boy who wants not
to be square, unlike everyone else,
all Jerry is asking for is someone,
someone to care,
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