Beeping and bustling

Shuffling and calling.

I hear the life within the infrastructure.

Laughing and smiling

Crying but living.

It is home.

This place is loud.

This place is busy.

But it is connected.

It is home.

Especially though the roads

Intertwining

Through the blocks

And the corners

And the crazy drivers

Of the city.

It is home.

Glass doors.

The smell of fresh food

From a st...

Before, we lived in the country side

Where the only sound I heard was the wind

And red birds flew above my head

And I slept in a hay hump

Underneath the glowing stars

But then my parents told me they hated it here

And packed our bags

We drove through so many states

Images of the countryside slowly fading away

Now I stand outside our new house and see

An array of cars lined up down the whole road

H...

Madison square garden, the Philharmonic, Broadwayplay. It’s December, you can’t wait to go to Rockefeller Center, to see the lighting of the Christmas tree hundreds of vendors on the street selling knock off pocketbooks. The bum on the corner is urinating in the street. The big city never sleeps....

Highway speeding through

Traffic lights embracing

The fast pace night life

Enticed with the thrill

Beautiful people

Pouring spirits

Intense feelings

Nothing like it

Hustle from sun up to down

Meet and greets

Club hopping

One night stands

This is the life

Of a fun city man...

Sycophantic bright lights worship the pavement

Haunted by moments never seen by a million eyes

All staring right at the event horizon of a bustling point of geography nobody wanted to end up at

An ant hill of hallowed threads all leading into the center

There will be no escape if you get caught in the current

Washed by the dry eyes of vacant points of view

There is no stopping the gears...

High buildings,

full streets,

screaming cars,

neon lights flickering like restless stars.

So many stories,

so many lives—

but none that know your name.

People rush like clockwork,

children wail,

men curse,

women carry the weight of a world that never stops.

Stress.

Hate.

A circus of strangers,

faces you’ll never see again,

conversations cut off mid-sentence—

no time for hello,

no space for goo...

All I hear is noise on this chilly Friday morn,

Waking up and being greeted by wonderful car horns;

Do these obnoxious sounds sometimes bring music to my ears?

Or have I just been lonely so long I’m numb to all my tears?...

I stood and felt it vibrate all around me

The city

The clatter of pumps on concrete

Like typewriter keys

So many voices overlapping

Conversations merging and twisting into one

Vacant faces, lost in thought

A sea of color

The sidewalk hummed and screamed

As a train rushed underneath

The speed and power of the uptown 6

Shook the painted shut windows

Of the old church nearby

A breeze surg...

Tall buildings

Busy roads

Honking horns

People walking

Everywhere is

Busy

Busy

Busy

Something is always happening

In the city...

Lights flash

Sirens scream

People chatter

Plates clatter

Car pass by

speeding im sure

red light turns green

Lights turn on

and off

if building way up high

Rain pours down

Pitter patter

Splatter

Busy city

busy minds

go go go...