people wait hours to slurp and sip
cut corners to cross the street
just power walking
men still wear suits on saturdays
some push by boots or on heels
hot dogs carts as hybrids of halal food
cheeks are hallowed and eyes are sunken
but the young are hungry
and the restless can’t sleep
enhance, enhance, enhance
up, up, up
me, me, me
every block is a neighborhood
every corner stands a possibility
old friends still crash at laundromats
never see others
nail salons are as plenty as are the girls who frequent them
chains set up shop
around and around we go
if fame rules l.a.
power guards washington
money is the name game here
spanish-speaking working bees get up at the earliest dawn
gibberish on the lips who’ve been chatting all night
kids grow up with such wit and swagger
street music rises like steam through the grates
for the hustlers and the aimless
new york, new york.
my sorry ass that fears to fail
my sorry ass without real connections
my sorry ass won’t find someone
my sorry ass so frustrated i can’t get through to my mom
my sorry ass that doesn’t get credit for the little things that add up
only to feel inadequate in the end
my sorry ass.
Found this poem while I was clearing out my drafts folder from 2008! Was probably tired of sitting on my butt with these negative thoughts!
What we are looking for is who is looking.
Ram Dass (via hopeydopey526)
Being OK with silence is difficult. But the question is whether or not you should speak up now or forever hold your peace until it blows up in your face. Neither is wrong. Trust your judgment.
via @OmFactoryNYC (Chris Loebsack & Amanda McDonald):
- Don’t chase the sensation, but stability in the framework you have.
- Simple things are beautiful. But you can spice things up, too.
- Care for and care about yourself. You can set the tone for others.
- Doing the opposite action can help you get to the real goal.
- There’s no right or wrong… but bad and better.
- Plan for reality, not the ideal.
- Whether you know it or not, you’re doing more than one thing at once.