TRAPPED IN WONDERLAND

Crowds of people.

Cars honking.

People pushing.

Where are they going?

A blur to me.

A mass of humanity.

Hurrying to their end.

No individuality.

No manners.

A need to get somewhere fast.

Trapped in their thoughts.

In a hurry to go nowhere.

LIGHT THE WAY

The bright lights of a city.

The excitement.

The noise.

It entices you.

It takes you on a ride.

Holiday time like no other.

Light the way.

TRAPPED IN WONDERLAND

Crowds of people.

Cars honking.

People shoving.

Where are they going?

A blur to me.

A mass of humanity.

Hurrying to their end.

No individuality.

No manners.

Only a need to get somewhere fast.

Trapped in their thoughts.

In a hurry to go nowhere.

MY DAY BY THE SEA

A walk down the street.

Fragrances so sweet.

White cobblestones line the way.

Here is where I want to stay.

Away from the madding crowd.

A place where I can be proud

To call my new home.

I don’t need a phone.

All I need is a soft bed

To lay down my weary head.

Fishermen’s cries will wake me

To start my day by the sea.

TAKE ME AWAY

I’m swinging through the sky.

Take me high, oh so high.

I see people as dots

And cars in parking lots.

Wind is flowing through my hair.

As I cling tight to my chair.

Take me away, far away.

To somewhere special today.

Grand Central Terminal

Grand Central Terminal.

There is no other like you.

Keeping the pace through

the calm and the hectic.

Providing light through your

mullioned windows.

The watcher of it all.

The keeper of schedules.

But most of all, 

the keeper of time for those

passing through your lofty gates.

MOVE TOO FAST

Life moves too fast.

People rushing back and forth.

Where are they going?

Do they reach their destinations?

Rushing.

Everything a blur.

Faces and lights flashing by.

Stop!

Take a breath.

What happened to enjoying life?

Living for the moment.

When does that happen?

THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE FALLS

The river flows black.
The sky lights up.
Hot glows of red, orange, yellow.
Then I hear the explosion.
Loud and deafening. 
My ears ring.
The bridge is in flames.
The beautiful Brooklyn Bridge.
Pieces of metal land in the water.
Cries fill the cold air. 
I'm lost in the frightened crowd.
Someone takes my hand.
I'm pulled to a building.
The door is locked and bolted.
I follow him from building to building.
Until we find an unlocked door.
Sounds of sirens follow us inside.
The door slams shut behind us.
Lines of cars face us.
I look up to see his face.
He turns away.
He leads me down a ramp.
I dig in my feet.
I must see his face.
He turns to me...
I wake up.
I still wonder...about his face.

A SECRET PLACE

A secret place.
A place to hide.
To call your own.
Far from the madding crowd.
To think.
Perhaps to dream.
Of better times.
Of better lives.
Of choices.
Important decisions.
To escape.
Into the darkness.
Of your own mind.
And be you.

THE TERMINAL

Grand Central Terminal.
There is no other like you.
Keeping the pace through
the calm and the hectic.
Providing light through your
mullioned windows.
The watcher of it all.
The keeper of schedules.
But most of all the
keeper of time for those
passing through your gates.

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

The line is long
for the Ferris Wheel.
You wait.
And wait.
Then you’re on the ride.
You’re soaring high
above the crowds.
Feeling the wind
in your hair.
The ride stops short.
You’re at the top,
looking down.
You wait.
And wait some more.
Nothing is moving.
Except for the clowns.
Clowns are climbing the ride.
They’re pulling people from
their seats, and flinging
them to the ground below.
How could this be happening?
It could if it’s a dream.
I close my eyes,
praying it’s a dream.

A ROOM WITH A VIEW

brutalgeneration:

A ROOM WITH A VIEW
A NICE VIEW TO WAKE UP TO EACH MORNING.
FAR FROM BUILDINGS AND PEOPLE.
TO BE ABLE TO BREATHE IN CLEAN AIR AND
FEEL FRESH BREEZES AGAINST YOUR FACE.
I BELIEVE I WOULD LIKE THAT.

THE PERFECT SETTING

plasmatics-life:

GREAT SETTING FOR A MURDER.
MAYBE IN MY NEXT BOOK.

HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

kateoplis:

Bonjour, 2014.

These pictures say it all.
Have a happy, happy New Year and many more.