Archive for October, 2012


Subway Life Again (?)

Clean train at the first stop in the morning,
An annoying dark Jamaican man,
Preaches at we the passengers on the bus to it.
Who wants to hear that shit first thing?
Back in the good days,
Bus driver would have tossed his loud ass off!
I am back to subway commuting life again for now;
I am not happy about it.
My knees ache walking up and down stairs to connect.
Wearing thoughts of you keeps me putting one foot,
In-front of another foot;
I wear you like an army helmet, baby,
Head up and sometimes down;
Pushing forward in the struggle to repay you;
It is my debt to continue.

Subway life is not as a score before!
Now knees and Achilles tendon intermittently remind of time;
I am staring and snoozing,
Catching some Russian conversation after the Forest Hills station;
Going and coming dodging crowds;
Dashing coolly to find a seat and take load off my old feet!
Walking down a tunnel with impromptu musicians begging,
Every step I imagine is towards you there in Europe.
I remind myself why I am doing this;
“Keep good thoughts” like I asked her to do” I say.

I see vivid fashion independence,
Eccentric strangers plugged into handheld devices.
Nod-off upon past Skyped words you said in-remembrance,
Every “date” I recall is decisive!
While now canned announcements utter ignored warnings;
Life in a time capsule called,
“Watch the Closing Doors, please…”
Again, “Remember I am doing this for her and me!”
I remind myself through the present noisy uncertainty.

Walking on queasy knee,
To fulfill happily fulfils my obligation to thee;
Foremost like a bee’s quest for honey.
It dwarfs my self-indulgent desires,
Feeding anticipated sexual fires!
Those who “think” they know me cannot understand.

I have much time to ponder my life while underground.
I hate it.

Are you ready again?
All former trusted people here,
Lately have said, “Nyet” to helping me helping you;
So now I am going to extract my pound of time.
You’ll get yours and I’ll get mine;
For us and it ALL for you!
It is finally TIME!

Just drop who you are doing!
Please wait again for ME!
Just a little bit longer!
Makes our story stronger,
As the cat for a fly to happen by;
Like I wait on the platform for the “F” train!

On the subway (metro or underground)
One has much time to think about,
Your life or the girl you want to be
your wife.
Good or bad;
Happy and sad.
I like commuting to this work;
Even though I know I am better than this,
I should have a driver and a limo at least!
Or my own car again,
Which I will have soon.

With my physically distant Nina on my mind constantly.
We will unite,
For SHE is my only future family destiny.
“Watch the closing doors please and thank you for riding New York City Transit!”

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Hey, my special Freedom Angel!
It was two years ago around this time,
I knew that you were forever mine.
You proved to help me
You became my Freedom Angel.

I knew you were sent from the heavens
I learned how it feels to be truly enamored
With a special blessing in a woman
Who for so long I have searched!

I finally got it right;
I looked in the right place,
The Ukrainian country!
I found the best Slavic woman for me.
Now I soon will travel to have Inna at my knee.

You are still my ultimate destination, Baby.
I’m coming again!
I want you to know,
Whatever the problem or obstacle,
That you can depend on me because
You have divinely inspired,
I will find a way to solve it –
Just like I did with the Passport situation.

I live for that next day or night,
When I step from a plane into your gaze and then arms;
A first real kiss that we both have missed all these months.

Whatever time we have together,
Will be great!
It will will be worth the wait!
I Pray daily to Jah,
Allow us to get this thing together!
Before we are too old to enjoy each other youthfully!
“C’MON!!” Cosmic forces of prayer, Dammit!

~ by Naphtali with love.

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