silently stayed

some say they write with only emotion

a pain driving force just like the ocean

throw back a drink as if love potion

put it on heavy fair skin and sun tan lotion

always by the same window pen ready to go

it's the same old street whether rain or snow

seeing some things they may never know

stagnation won't set in it will only grow

as the short day's light will fade

forgetting all the mistakes made

can't even hear the song played

instead of going somewhere silently stayed...

so many years, by the minute

can't imagine what he looks like today
up all night thinking and breathing
deep into the dark nothing around
to quench his thirst nowhere to direct
his attention nowhere except up
to the pre-night purple soon to be black
as the inside of his eyelids
can't imagine the feeling not knowing
who's who what's what
who he is for that matter
what insanity whirled quickly
under white hair for fifty years
exhausted from standing knowing
it's what he is supposed to be doing
can't imagine being on a minute
to minute capacity to process information
he lived his life by the minute
for so many years...

shoe city of champions

wind blows street sand

and he's got a cut on his left hand 
him the pen and don't say when he can flow

when they don't even know

which end is up or down

chillin' right here in the shoe town

or city which ever they choose

so many dunkin donuts 
and places to buy booze

not many shoes 
stores still around

and as far as champions 
only the local kind found

himself on route 24

don't know where else to go
anymore of this same old place

can't go anywhere and not know a face

in a new direction make the correction

leads to resurrection of the self 
and who he might be open 
all his eyes with third eye vision sight see

a peaceful end to frustration

sudden blue lights
license and registration

merely a profile if you don't fit the mold

no discrimination between young and old

a new brand of a stone illusion

same state of near confusion

still balanced toes right on the edge

push him harder won't fall from the ledge

and into dark night only two floors up

he has had enough but give him another cup

for the road he sits pigeon toed

on the road and then it snowed

never as much as they say

anyway more days off for kids to play

remember then to way back when

he is fine where he is at no need to do it again

only dreaming no sights set on making millions

no need got it all living in the shoe city of champions...