Something Going On

@ The Havana Room 007
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Something Going On

In the midst of the revelry last night, a fellow drinker leaned over to me and mentioned that he thought this particular new hire at Bloomberg that I am pictured with here was the “hottest of the bunch.”

Granted, she is attractive, but to be honest I thought most of the women at the party had something going on. Whether it was an accent, a smile, infectious enthusiasm, or an agility and confidence at the microphone—each one of these women turned me on some how, piqued my sleepy soul, moved me to watch them for a moment from my corner of the bar.

I’m sure one could easily blame it on the mojitos, but I really believe and felt and thought that there was something about many of these women that was quite attractive.

Sometimes I think it is just a matter of letting go of one’s ego, overcoming an aesthetic arrogance that we are all prone to immediately base our judgments of others upon, and letting yourself see more than with your eyes, more with that veteran heart and old soul that we all eventually have when we get older, and wiser.

Reading People (a veteran heart, an old soul)

The First Day of School: Third Grade
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Reading People
(a veteran heart, an old soul)

You live long enough, and you learn
to watch, to listen, observe;
you learn how to read people,
especially when their words misalign
with how they’re saying it.

You learn how to weigh sighs,
You realize they’re all just as human as you,
You begin to see through the feigning, the vanity, the façades.

You begin to perceive with what you know—
the wisdom of a veteran heart, and an old soul.
You begin to see beyond
the youth of your senses.

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(R&O thank you for the inspiration)
Lorenzo

Rose, Olive & Me

Ain’t No Escaping

It's A Beautiful Morning (Outside My Window)
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Ain’t No Escaping

There ain’t no escaping getting older.

Some mornings it seems that my only respite
is that I still have a healthy libido.

Otherwise, I’m feeling it:
Heel spur
Back aching
Vision blurred
Painful stress in my shoulders from
the tidal wave of emotions of the X
the unbearable weight of bills
the never-ending excuses from my publisher.

After shaking it all off—
stretching a little, combing my hair, having my second of coffee
I feel better about myself and despite the lingering signs of age
I gauge that I’ll be okay—
I still get those looks from strangers on the street,
I still can punch out verse upon a whim,
I still can capture those decisive moments,
and
I’ve still got my libido.

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(R&O thank you for the inspiration)
Lorenzo

Rose, Olive & Me