De Largo Haleine-The Isle of Heart Content 1

They say if you peruse the page
You begin to read between the lines
But what to do when a magestic
sun-kissed landscape
is presented?
What else is there But
take in her canvas’ gilded edges,
To pedal and drift way below beneath
where the traveled easel and floor meet
To the upper middle segment
staring, where vivid pools of two glaciers peak
Then further Up to the top
Where the gold is locked
in the very real and abstract
Where the route through the aisles of friendship lack
clear single &/ or guide,
But that which you positioned
to be the correct way

To the Isle of your heart’s content

What to do when in route
your rapping and banters fasten to
Eager sails of mutual rhythms vessel beaten by
heavy rain and wind howling? You
hastily yet calmly anchor on
the nearest shores’ inviting reefs
Where nested in grains of interests
Bottled up letters, Lying in wait
truthfully erupt in timeless silver
expressive words
Carefully crocheted
The most delicate sentence slivers
that easily evaporate between you
Vape them to determine their weight
inhale deeply to grasp their meaning
though
they are pale mists
to the eccentric language of our somas
generously playing synchronized notes
on the synaptic keys of our adjacent eyelines
Lines that have carefully outlined
Between us
a slender figure
co-designed in our reveling
Through the storm’s eye
from pumice and fresh embers
This gradient blue mirage
Keeps us warm and patient
Precautious but exploring
On the isle of our heart’s content

 

There’s something about this moment,

Giving off a nostalgic impression

Those 5 guys were rightly on to something**

When they sang endlessly over the PA system

Flagrantly harmonizing on about how much

went into making me who I am today,

I believe you felt it too that time ago,

I caught it in your eyes on that 1st satisfying click

The feeling reverberating through most solid vibe and sole

on laminated floor we took that first spin

But even then, you hesitated,

You only wanted to preview what’s in store, before committing

to longer journeys to and froe

To sharing the many 10,000s of highs

and to lows so staggering

they left us below sea level

And with this, despite me having a twin

you still choose me that day^

 

Before us, you would struggle to get a grip

With me, you easily navigated with one hand

Going only where your heart and pockets would lead you,

And there at every turn. I would be close by

taking up things even when my odd compartmentalization

Made it seem like I couldn’t take the contents of your baggage anymore

And to your surprise, I remained unrelentingly level through the duress

The oppression of projected earth, sleet and snow

The gusting of foul airs trying to knock me down

I hid into myself, only to rise stronger like a stone

Some would critique me for being inflexible despite the abuse

But I knew what it meant to be guaranteed for a lifetime

 

But a lifetime for you meant 10 years at most,

The suspense of the next best thing was too much

for you to hold out hope for evidently,

You so firmly fixated to the superficial things you knew

loosely tossed in with circumstances exacerbated

Those gains in beauty and the small ounces of difference between

Me and that new new I saw on your phone

Enhanced and younger than me

The one you had your eyes and

hands on fake parts recently,

To think many years ago you wondered if I was worth it,

you expected my all, I only expected you to trust in me

The cost was my able body and everything

in my possession you claimed to be yours

 

I supposed parting ways was inevitable though

One of us was bound to give up or break down

Even a solid stone when persistently stressed,

Develops an irreverisble hole over time

Perhaps I wasn’t ready to feel put aside

We had some good times I still recall

the satisfying sounds from when we 1st clicked

Once louder than the cacophonic Fear

Of Missing Out on something new

 

Question to you:

From which perspective do you believe this  story is being told?

Answer in the comment section below:

 

  1. A traveler upset with the fall of his winter coat
  2. A woman somberly reflecting on a prior love
  3. A luggage reminiscing about it’s previous owner
  4. A man who gave it his all and it wasn’t enough
  5. All of the above

 

**Yes, that’s an N’Sync reference & ^Yes, that’s a Drake reference

 

DeLargoHaleine-Highline Pano

Why do you, newly moved to NYC, call yourselves transplants?

Did a palm reading reveal that you are tissue-soft like organs?

Is it because dependent people back home, don’t always treat you well?

So you rebel and act up, even when they do respect?

Or is it because you eagerly rush to do others good,

On a prioritized list of places on where to travel next?

Or is because you’re committed to helping the city thrive, where

others could no longer live inside this fatigued Eastern body?

Or is it because you court the prolonged embrace of this costly host

Despite the risk of being rejected after entering the party?

Or is simply that you hastily arrived overnight

stuffed inside a frigid interstate vehicle or locomotive?

Or is this all a mistake and you’re more like moles?

That have popped up in bubbles around the globe

Taking up the hill but leaving transient mountains behind

Now wishing to call NYC your home, land

A land that has changed and joined many hands

If so, just before you try to swear the City oath

let me ask on behalf of la Ciudad de Nueva York

 

Can you survive the surcharge of tardy subway rides?

The drunken nights with platform pizza stealing rats?

Not smiling at strangers and dodging stalkers when you do?

Maintaining the line of sight with inanimate objects?

 

More importantly,

Can you educate those former hiking legs,

to walk like you have somewhere to be?

dial 13 on the inner-surfer subway hotline,

learn how not to step on these feet?

And if you sit by empty seats,

hang up and give your mom a call

Be reminded to give it up for those that can really use it

Be reminded not to man-spread or adolescent sprawl

As you trip with headphones over ears and book in hand

Can you break the romance with ads and start to people watch?

Can you pause and see how segregated we are along these stops?

And when you do need to leave

can you get up 2 minutes before?

Say excuse me as you go,

And before exiting…

HOLD THE DOOR?

 

And up the steps, can you ask to carry the carriage or the bag?

Not caring for age, race, sex, religion

or if the baby is heavy

or if the buyer’s in drag?

 

Can you learn to feel for those you see in need and read about,

give to some in different ways but not to everyone?

Can you see famous folk drunk off meat-packing booze?

and in the same fashion, dawn

an “I want to be like them” cloak

with matching “I can care less” shoes?

 

Also

Can you stop with SOBRO, FIDI, and creating more acronyms?

Can you stop with tacos are life, because your friend looks Mexican?

And on your block when it’s hot

can you not file a complaint against Mr. Frosty and Co.**?

Can you sleep through the weeknights when they’re playing dembow?

 

And at the new place where Yankees lay their dome

Can you watch Déjà Vu without getting headspins?

Can you bump NYC b*tche$ without feeling offended?

 

And when we talk about travel

Can you not talk about it as if it’s a rite of passage?

While fearing the walking living outside your surroundings?

And when you do go passed your neighborhood radius

Can you walk with confidence not entitlement? With awareness not arrogance?

 

And if you can answer all these things for yourself

maybe you can survive the many mallet swings of these 5 boroughs

You can go from organ, to little mole to person instead

You can call yourself a new New Yorker

 

 

 

 

Note:

Guidance by K.Wong

la Ciudad de Nueva York (Spanish for): The City of New York

** Mr. Frosty or Softee, Though noise comes with the territory, it’s fair to say that there some legitmate arguements for balancing it out, ones that can be approached with humilty not legality.

**Summer guide coming in May**

When they curve you

Ask yourself, what you did or didn’t do? then laugh

for there is humor worth having and a life worth enjoying

beyond the 5.5 and 13.3 inches in your hands and lap^

 

For one, think about how much you saved

Both the money in the bank and time you didn’t misspend

All the digital Double Dutching you will skip out of

All those poems you can pour yourself into

Then mix nutty things in like a carrot cake by VC Park

 

Think about all the stored energy for the thing you longed to do

All the model boats, games and trains you can now finish

Your crocheting and customizing that needs polishing,

The Dj-ing and producing that need dedicated ears and hands

The self-development class you’ve been wanting to take

The painting that needs your wine induced brushing

 

Think about all the untouched pages you can comb through now

All the hours to spend selectively sifting through volumes

graphic novels, Street Dreams magazine and scholarly articles

 

Think about all the travel you can do again

All the things you will see and experience with local peers

All that times you hoped to finally return Japan’s^^ call

To think you almost thought to disconnect your phone

 

Think about the job you didn’t have to put work into

All the unappreciated effort for undervalued things over extended hours

The micromanagement & microaggression you exhaled profusely about in the bathroom

The hope pressed against the ceiling too close and too late for you to see

The wondering whether taking a slippery leap, is worse than sticking around for a check

 

Think about all the false friendship you almost made

The ones you would seek to move within platonic boundaries

That would benefit the most from your doubts

That would tectonically shift and tecktonikally dance* around you without a care

 

Think about all the food places you were about to give up

All the groceries that you would’ve purchased for special occasions

Those thankless vegan meals you don’t have to cook for two

Those dishes no-one else volunteered to clean

The less than whole food chicken you ate one too many times

When you settled for the head and denied your body

 

Think about all the uneven thinking you don’t have to do

All the cringy gift-giving gestures you don’t have to dismiss

The exceptions to the rules you don’t have to make because

you will no longer be taking your glasses off, when tallying your self-worth

 

Think about all the arguments you avoid

All the dramatic non-sense and their toll,

the plan B’s you didn’t have to buy

Or the guilt for making her take one,

knowing what it does to her body,  knowing what it does to your soul

 

Think about all the doubt that never really left

but you suppressed from the beginning

All the questions on whether s/he’s the one and why

All that time you eagerly submitted

like this was a test you thought you did good on

Like this was a Muh-Muh-Ah match that you didn’t care to win

 

And while you think of all of this

Remember there is more than the things you avoid

Think that even when Andy** dealt his 2nd nastiest pitch

Someone would hit the next one out the park

So, remember when they curve you

Shrug it off, switch your stance

dig deep in that plate,

ready your next swing

be you, be great!

 

 

 

Note:

^ Average 2018 smartphone and laptop screen sizes

^^Because Japan is awesome, but insert the travel destination you hope to visit

*No offence meant to all Tecktonik lovers, I actually think it’s pretty dope.  Merci French friends for the intro 😀

** Any Pettitte, #46, NY Yankees, enough said 😀