New York City Paranoids

New York City Paranoids

A Poem by Pablo Cole

i am new york city paranoid
help my errant ways!!!
we had plans and objects
we had objects and plans
now after great tragedy 
they say we're all new york paranoids
yeah we're all new york paranoids
now
and modern man is not a worthy man 

smoke a last cigarette
jump off of the company bridge 
fashion victims 
we were living for the memories 
in fine new suits 
and city dresses 
the question
how will you remember me 
will you remember me
the world said yes 
will you remember me ... how?
with love to give 

and me 
have i seen the death of my emotional innocence,
after i have experienced so much hurt, betrayal and loss?
the world says yes 
the world says yes
but do go on child 
you do learn of this life 
you learn of the sunny days, you learn of the frost
but now i think about all of the things i like 
about old new york and america 
and i know the strength i have gained
will guide me to more sincere and happier ways 
at that heavy cost 

i like david letterman 
i like dereck jeeter
i like sonic youth 
i love mira sorvino 
wait is she from new york?
i like the art scene and sensibiltiy
and how the world is calling us all to learn 

i love canada and i love newfoundland
how's it going to change
when all things come together
for abstract reasons
for - all the truth - to rearrange?

welcome to this world!!!

i like beautiful girls 
i die for beautiful girls 
i write songs for beautiful girls 
new york is full of beautiful girls 
and the question 
what is a beautiful girl?

yeah, what is truth and peace and love and happiness?

maybe i should get a sex change
live, undressed, in new york

new york paranoid 
a new york paranoid
i am free 
rich as homeless
homeless as rich 
... rich as rich?
no really just a mess
after delusion and failure
ain't life such a b***h?!!

it's time for faith now 
as time ticks boldly on 

but i would be loving john lennon 
and casting like stones away all poems in bottles to the sea 
to new shores
and smile all the while afterall 
at my great work 
my eyes on the stars
store my greatest dreams in paper bags 
scratched out and crumpled 
or write the next great bestseller

i was just looking to make you smile

and just when i am ready to give up 
and breathe my dear last
the world stops as if to say 
no, think of the diamond, kid
come back to beauty 
come back to the ideal 
come back to the rose 
come have a warm meal 
don't give up on the mona lisa girl
when you've just made your bid
oh how my heart beats for the beauties of the past!
and you gotta be gracious to god, the creator and host 
and learn to live better
be more loving 
every day 
and
reach out and say to the world
give
and say 
i will try to love you always 
as your drink your tea, and eat your toast
there are things worth fighting for 
ther are things worth being peaceful to keep 
o, love, you will smile again!!!

o, brave mankind, sir, you have made a leap!

© 2014 Pablo Cole


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Added on September 29, 2014
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Pablo Cole
Pablo Cole

St. John's, Canada



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