Simple, Enjoyable Things

January 1st, 2022 by DustyLoft No comments »
Simple, Enjoyable Things
 
A cup of coffee, A good conversation, PB & J’s. A walk through a park, A bike ride, Gardening, Watching the sun rise, Writing, Reading, Playing catch, Thinking, Laughing, Swimming, Lounging, Camping, Campfires, Smores, Looking up at the stars, Kissing, Spontaneity, Exuberance, Listening to bird’s chirp, Bird watching, Flying a kite, Swinging on a swing, Picnics, A cold beer on a hot day, Baking, Massages, Exercising, Praying, Learning, Walking a dog, Petting a cat, Feeding fish, Watching a thunderstorm from indoors, Watching snow fall, Ice skating, Roller skating, Skateboarding, Creating, Photography, Playing an instrument, Listening to music, Dancing, A fruit smoothie, Christmas lights, A bus ride late at night, A train ride, Coloring Easter Eggs, Eating chocolates on Valentine’s Day, Carving a Pumpkin.
 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 

 
Written by George Farina

Young Couple

January 1st, 2022 by DustyLoft No comments »
Young Couple
 
A young couple dances all night. Closing time, gotta grab a bite. Early morning at a local cafe, violin music plays. Hours later, sleeping by the pool. In the evening, together they shower. Dinner at a diner. Flipping through the jukebox, a record spins. Flirtatious conversations. Cake for desert, feeding each other, eyes filled with desire. Late at night, the beach is empty. The cork pops on a bottle, close together they stay. Under the moonlight and stars, conversations about nothing, gleaming smiles, sparkling eyes. As the sun rises, intertwined, they close their eyes. Wake to whistles. Sitting up with a kiss. Shower and laundry. Sunday afternoon, the laundry mat’s filled. Driers spin, steam in the air, glistening skin. Each with a good book, neither could resist. Riding the bus, she pulls the wire. Arriving home, they finish the weekend sleeping in.
 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 

 
Written by George Farina

Pink Boxing Gloves

January 1st, 2022 by DustyLoft No comments »
Pink Boxing Gloves
 
Wearing pink boxing gloves, she stands in the corner of the ring.
Lathered in sweat, she knows she has to win.
Poised and calm, the nervousness is gone.
The crowd cheers. She doesn’t hear a sound.
Her heart beats steady, muscles ready.
Ding Ding.
The battle begins.
 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 
 
Written by George Farina

Thinking About The City

January 1st, 2022 by DustyLoft No comments »
Thinking About The City

Thinking about the city: Kids playing around a fire hydrant. Water rushes out. They’re smiling, laughing and joking. Others play stickball in the street. Fielders towards the bottom of the street chant, “a batta batta, a batta batta, swing batta”. A mother yells from her windowsill, “Time for dinner”. A kid puts down his stickball bat. Time for him to go in.
 
An older lady reels clothes in from a clothesline hung over the back alley of her apartment building. The clothesline runs from the fifth story windowsill of a brick building on the other side of the alley to her windowsill. After unclipping her clothes, she folds them just inside her window, watching kids play outside.
 
A young couple sits on a fire escape overlooking the alley, talking, flirting, being young, enjoying life. Every once in a while he says something intriguing, she lets out a flirtatious giggle, lightly pushing her hands against his thick winter coat.
 
A man is closing his business, locking the inner door, pulling down a steel outer door covered in graffiti. A line of people wait to board a bus. A lady digs for change in her purse, stepping into the bus at the same time. Minutes later the bus takes off. A homeless lady pushes a cart down the sidewalk, wearing a thick yet torn up old coat. Her cart’s filled with bags, some clothes and cans.
 
Street lights and trees planted within the sidewalks are decorated with Christmas lights. Flashing neon signs light up storefronts. Display windows are filled with Christmas decorations. Pigeon’s peck at little bites of food near a diner.
 
A young woman talks on a payphone at the corner. She’s not paying attention to anything around her. She’s enjoying her conversation. She’s laughing. Her arms and hands move as she talks.
 
A cement building on the other side of the street is boarded up. The boards are covered in graffiti. Some boards are loose. A homeless person’s probably inside. The cold harsh realities of life most likely beat he or she down. Old, dust covered, partially rotten wooden planks as flooring. A candle for light. A cold can of beans for dinner. A dirty old blanket to keep warm. Yet, he or she is much happier sleeping in the abandon building than the streets.
 
A man in his late twenties rides his bike through the sidewalk, weaving in and out, and around those walking. He has a small radio. Hip hop plays. The music slowly fades. A lady stops at a hotdog cart on her way home from work. She skipped lunch. She’s starving, paying immediately, taking a bite before she’s given her change. She stands next to the cart, finishing her meal before hurrying home.
 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 
 
Written by George Farina

A Man Stands Outside his Apartment. A Lady Sits On A Bus Bench

January 1st, 2022 by DustyLoft No comments »

 

Two Heads Lay To Rest
 
A man stands outside his apartment. A pigeon nests on a nearby windowsill. The faint sound of a train in the distance is soothing. Someone down the street runs after a bus. A cassette tape turns inside a boombox. Street performers breakdance. Chicks wearing Wayfarers and Legwarmers watch. Rain drops slowly fall. Small, soft, calming raindrops. No one seems bothered. A lady sits on a bus bench, desirable, yet she sits alone.
 
Later at night, inside a nightclub the dance floor’s packed. He’s all alone, looking up, turning, yearning. Lights flash, spotlights, music blasts. Sudden warmth. Breasts against his chest. Her arms wrapped around his waist. Pressed together the music slows, moving to the sounds, hearts pound. Closing time, leaving hand and hand. Through the crowds, to the street into a small pizzeria to grab a bite to eat. Neither asks the other their name. The feelings of temptation are the same. Hours later, bodies drenched in sweat, two heads lay to rest.
 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 

 
Written by George Farina

Questions, Without The Answers: 2022

January 1st, 2022 by DustyLoft No comments »
In 2020 I posted a blog post with bunch of questions without the answers. The below post is similar, with different questions.

* What are some of the things you’ve done, for which you didn’t apologize, though, should have apologized?

* During the course of your life, who were / are the people who have cared about you the most? Why did they care about you? How much do you know about them? What are the things you don’t know about them?

* During the course of your life, who are the people you’ve cared about the most? How did you show them you cared? How much do you know about them? What are the things you don’t know about them?

* If you owned your own TV channel, what shows would play?

* What things do you dislike? What things do you like?

* Can the murder of a person’s life take place over many years? Can thousands of people take part in the murder of a single person’s life?

* Do you use words, words where your own personal definition of the word differs from the definition in the dictionary?

* What unique things have you done, things the majority of others haven’t done?

* If you were ever married or in a long term relationship, what did you learn from your marriage or relationship?

* Who are the people who made a negative difference in your life? Who are the people who made a positive difference in your life?

* What are some things you don’t know?

* How many items have been stolen from you? Did you ever find out who stole your items? Were they recovered?

* What are some things you did regularly in the past, you don’t do anymore?

* What was the worst decision of your life? What was the best decision of your life?

Written by George Farina

Vieja, Viejo Together

January 1st, 2022 by DustyLoft No comments »

 

It would have been great if we grew old together.
Vieja, Viejo together.
Slowed together.
Grayed together.
Wrinkled together.
Hobbled down the street together.
Stayed together.
Vieja, Viejo together.

It would have been great if we grew old together.
Vieja, Viejo together.
Slowed together.
Grayed together.
Wrinkled together.
Hobbled down the street together.
Stayed together.
It would have been great if we grew old together.
Vieja, Viejo together.

 

Written by George Farina

When Life Was Good

January 1st, 2022 by DustyLoft No comments »

 

When life was good.
Didn’t have to wear a hood.
I lived indoors.
Had a life.
Had a wife.
We laughed.
We joked.
When life was good.
Didn’t have to wear a hood.

When life was good.
Didn’t have to wear a hood.
I sang.
I danced.
I laughed.
I joked.
When life was good.
Didn’t have to wear a hood.
Those days went by fast.
Now just memories of the past.
When life was good.

When life was good.
Didn’t have to wear a hood.
I lived indoors.
Had a life.
Had a wife.
We laughed.
We joked.
When life was good.

When life was good.
Before the streets.
Before the cold.
Before I had to wear a hood.
When life was good.

 

Written by George Farina

Voices In Your Head

January 1st, 2022 by DustyLoft No comments »

 

When the voices in your head get to loud.
Slow em down.
Drown em out.
Try to forget.

When the voices in your head get to loud.
Turn the music up.
Close your eyes.
Move to the sounds.
Try to forget.

When the voices in your head get to loud.
Slow em down.
Drown em out.
Try to forget.

When the voices in your head get to loud.
Turn the music up.
Close your eyes.
Move to the sounds.
Try to forget.
When the voices in your head get to loud.

 

Written by George Farina

Hooded Sweatshirts in The Hood

January 1st, 2022 by DustyLoft No comments »

 

Hooded sweatshirts in the hood,
standing on the street corner.
New sneakers, baggy jeans.
Hooded sweatshirts in the hood,
standing on the street corner.
Abandon buildings. Barred doors.
Payphones, Fire hydrants.
Hooded sweatshirts in the hood,
standing on the street corner.
Five and Dimes, Bicycles.
Flashing lights.
Hooded sweatshirts in the hood,
standing on the street corner.
New sneakers, baggy jeans.
Hooded sweatshirts in the hood,
standing on the street corner.

 

Written by George Farina