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City Full of Dreams

17 Tuesday Sep 2019

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city, creative, destiny, dreams, hardwork, outer space, poem, poetry, stereotypes, success, urban, ville, writing

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In a city full of dreams,
Sometimes
We ask ourselves, “what are we?”
How do we fit?
What purpose is there in this world?

In this city full of dreams
Filled with futures
Ideas running like streams
Until they run out…

Maybe, they say, our bright future
Was never meant to be a truth.
After all, we’re only scatterbrained youth.
All we have is ideas that run like streams
Ideas that run…until, they run out.
Until they give-in to zero action, and more failure

A statistic.

Yet,
The stars, the planets,
The sun.
Chose to rise upon our backs.

Send us to different corners of the world;
Different colors, different universes—
Showing us of more to see, more to be
Much more to become
Than the confines of our city.

Each, in our own universes,
To kindle our fire. Teach it to grow and
Teach it of the fruits the world hides within
But also
Teach it of the foes that will drive us insane;
The foes that hide within.
Teach it to break free of our mind’s boundaries

Teach our small fire:
Although there might be rain,
You can still reign.

In a world where no path is given to follow
The Stars showed us how to create our own—walk with light, in this darkness:
They took the time to know us, and help us trace this path.

Until all we had to do is trust the next step.

In this city full of dreams,
We made ourselves what we wanted to be
And saw beyond what we could be.
When the world couldn’t fit our minds,
We went out, into the universe, and found our bigger purpose.

We still speak to the youth,
Tell them our success is the truth
Trust your gut, follow your star
Walk this journey, take each scar
But make it lead to a dream—a bright future!

In this city full of dreams,
We were meant to stay asleep. Left behind.
But now, we’re becoming a dream to wake up to
A story to be told to others

Now, our ideas run…
Until they run out…side
And they run
Until they run…the world

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City-Night Love

17 Wednesday Jul 2019

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city, city night, city poetry, creative writing, poem, poet, poetry, skyscraper, urban, urban art, write, writer, writing

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I could fall in love with the city-night.

But I’m known to be resilient,

So I would probably get back up.

But I’m known to be stubborn,

So I would probably fall.
Again,

In love.
And again,

With the city-night.
Till no end.

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The Absence

31 Wednesday Oct 2018

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city, life, noise, poem, poetry, poetrybycharlesjoseph, SirCharlesThePoet, sound, write, writer

Oh, how noise-free
Are the days of annoyance free

My hair no longer itches loudly
Like chewing sugar cane hungrily

The flies no longer have marching bands as they fly up.
Oh! Would you just shut up?!

The car engines no longer have furious discussions
As people in the city find themselves in the same situations

The trumpet is no longer capable of penetrating house walls
Like the screeching of teenagers after seeing sales in malls

The pillows are no longer broken in half like bread
And squeezed on ears like masks around your head

No more aggravating noises and ears claps shut.
Oh bless the day, when noise can just disappear.

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Above the River

11 Thursday Oct 2018

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above the river, Anger, authenticity, city, city poetry, happiness, home, poem, poetry, poetrybycharlesjoseph, relief, trains, writer

Don’t listen to music when on the train.
You’ll find different conversations
Between the rails and humans
Or the silent angers,
Slight annoyance by others
That never escape the heart
Until the train escapes the tunnel
And light rushes in through the window,
Giving the rails much reasons to scandal
Rosetta Stone couldn’t understand them.
But they understood us
Leading our way through the serio-us
Escaping the hole of shadows with glee
Above rivers imitating the sea.
Then anger calms down to a blissful cheer
With the river humming, “Home is near”

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These City Boys

30 Saturday Jun 2018

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city, citylights, lifestyle, newyorkcity, NYC, poem, poetry, skyline, stars, wordpress, write, writer's, writing

Sometime, down the road in your life,
You’re going to meet another guy
A City Boy.
Then you’ll remember:

These City Boys!
They always tend to their phones
Face planted inside the screen
Like caring for a baby that screams
Asking for an endless attention

These City Boys!
They are never doing
“One thing”
Their full attention is never present.
It’s texting while “paying attention”
Working while watching a movie
Listening to music while…Just living!
So the radio in their head
Never. Turns. Off.

These City Boys!
Never have they never ever
Not take a breath at the stars.
They’re used to big lights on poles
On all streets.
As soon as the timing hand strikes six
There is no such thing as late night walk
Through sticks.
Have they ever tuned to the melodies
Of crickets before?

These City Boys!
So busy staying connected
That they all are wireless:
It’s Snapchat this
Facebook that,
Instagram now
Make time to tweet later
As heartfelt connections disappear further

These City Boys!
Would they please listen!
Lacking the most basic skills to navigate
A fluid conversation
Flowing observation
To what the partner might have truly mentioned

These City Boys!
Their sight of trees resides in public parks
That are rarely clean.
It’s only buildings here
Towers there
Skyscrapers everywhere!
So chins are raised to the heavens in awe
As the environment becomes non-existent

These City Boys.
They’re so Conserved…
But the ones who are free, damn are they infectious?!
A personality so contagious:
Like Gold dripping out of the mouth
Of a triumphant Elephant wearing the Divine crown.
Their freedom is treasure
Not of this world.
They are struck by that peaceful joy
And, it’s as if you were witnessing
The skyline of a million stars in your eyes

Except, it’s not stars.
It’s the City Lights.

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My Life, in My Sight

31 Thursday May 2018

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beautiful, city, girl of my life, ice cream, NYC, poem, poetry, train, vacation, writing

girl on trainToday, I saw the girl of my life…
The music slowly faded and felt like wings,
The artist didn’t sing;
The drums didn’t bang
I couldn’t even search for an explanation on Bing.

But the song turned into a symphony,
So possessive, so lovely.
My soul held on and flew with each note,
Giving the tune 100% of its vote.
To fly it out of the train station,
By her side, to a vacation

Her hair;
Her curly hair
Swirls like the tip of ice cream,
After escaping the machine.
Like a child seeing ice cream, controlled focus was gone.

“Moma, I want some ice cream.”

She was wearing a “skater” hat, backwards
But everything about her was forwards

The straps in her book bag
Captured my attention, and my motion lagged.

Today, I saw the girl of my life…

The song that did not know of an end, forgot its rhythmic pattern

The music notes couldn’t bat their wings

My soul was lost in some Caribbean island resort

The kids held their ice cream, carelessly, in the humidity

The ice cream forgot it has to melt.

Today, I saw the girl of my life…
That afternoon, my breath parted
While my immobile body admired her from afar
As she walked, out of my life.

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Too High

19 Friday Jan 2018

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I’m from the city:
Where angels don’t descend to help,
They’re in the corners getting higher.

No preaching, nor evangelism could convince
Heaven will not give them a chance and
Heaven is not rolled up in a piece of paper.

Because when in a room stories down,
Grace is lit on one end
Inhaled from the other,
As they mount five stories, no ladder

No wings,
Didn’t care that the lungs sing,
“Please, Stop!”

So I don’t advise praying.
At least, not to the ones ascending
Heaven sends help upon summons
But, your best bet is to face your own demons.

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One Swipe

08 Saturday Jul 2017

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big apple, city, culture, life style, NYC, poem, Poetic, poetry, rhythm, train, Words, write, writer

Legend has it:

When a New Yorker’s phone dies

And they seek to find

“My way back home”,
They kiss their ears with the sun-kissed pavement;

Concrete sidewalk,

And let their soul connect to the undergrounds:

The rushing, swivel

Tunnel.

Fetch for distinct sounds of 

Rumbling; Tumbling

Awakening,

Belonging; Life.
Follow all that noise–

A screetch known to be cultural

To the nearest train station.
In NYC, every train points Home.

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Over the City (Poetry)

19 Thursday May 2016

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art, artistic, city, city life, new York, new York city, NYC, poem, poetry, sunshine, travel, write, writing

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TBLS: The Brooklyn Latin School

30 Wednesday Mar 2016

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art, beauty, Brooklyn, city, education, motivation, NYC, poem, poetry, reading, school, smile, writing

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I’m me, who are you?
Do you skate, do you dance?
Do you look at a person’s mind like taking a glance?
Do you find yourself on the half court and still take a chance?
Do restrictions hold you back? Do you climb the fence?
First day, we hope for an easy pass. We’ve been hoping ever since
We get caught and bs-on-the-spot. Ain’t got time to plan in advance

You don’t walk into class and hustle
You don’t say something in Latin as if you were fighting evil
Do you argue in seminar like you’re in a battle?
Or declaim and take everyone to another level?
Do you wear a tie knowing you came from the ghetto?
Do you get hungry in class and eat cereal?
You don’t know.

We wake up expecting struggle
But walk down graham and smile when others say hello
We think it’s bad…badder than the devil
But this is TBLS so, are you going to lose or win this war like a pro?

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