New York City ParanoidsA 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 Last Updated on September 29, 2014 AuthorPablo ColeSt. John's, CanadaAboutpoems primarily about solitude, isolation, love/hate, rejection, mental illness, beauty, and life exquisite. more..Writing
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