Posts Tagged ‘Dusty Loft Blog Post’

Inner City Bike Ride

August 9th, 2023

She wakes late, immediately getting out of bed, hurrying into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Then a quick shower. Immediately thereafter throwing on a pair of jeans and a light sweatshirt, brushing her hair as she walks into the living.

A brand new mountain bike rests against the brick wall in her living room. The end of the flat bar handlebar holds the bike steady. The paint’s bright, shiny, glimmering from sunlight shining through the window. The spokes and tires are spotless, shinning with the rest of the bike.

Her Livingroom window is large, arched, divided into many squares with a stunningly detailed vintage wooden frame dividing the windows.

She grabs a helmet hanging from the handle bars, tossing her shoulder strap purse over her shoulder as she tightly straps her helmet to her head. Soon thereafter, she grabs hold of her bikes handle bar and seat to wheel it into the hallway, resting it against the wall on the other side of the hall just before she closes the door behind her, locking the door seconds later.

The inner hall of her apartment complex is long. It’s empty. She pushes her bike down the hall towards the elevator, pushing the down button when she arrives. A few minutes later the elevator doors open.
Others move to the side as she backs her bike into the elevator, being extra cautious not to bump the peddles into anyone.

An oldish elevator in a somewhat renovated building vibrates as it lowers, reaching the lobby after a few stops a few minutes later.

Others let her exit first.

Out of the elevator, through the lobby to the exit of the apartment building she pushes her bike, stopping just before she reaches the streets sidewalk.

Taking a quick look around, her longish blond hair smoothly flows over her shoulders as she turns her head.

Lifting her foot, she spins the peddle backwards with the tip of her sneaker. Seconds later, stopping the peddle from spinning. Planting her opposite foot atop it to mount her bike, pushing the pedal backwards and downwards. She swings her other leg over the seat just after using it to push herself and her bike forward. Then, pushes downward and forward with all her strength atop the opposite peddle as she hovers over her bike’s seat.

With a couple quick peddles, she exits the parking lot. Her bikes thickish tires glide over the sidewalk. Her free spinning sprocket spins smoothly, sounds beautiful, chchchchchchchch .

A few blocks later traffic builds as she nears inner downtown, slowing the vehicles in the street to a few miles per hour. A line of people waiting to board a bus take up most of the sidewalk ahead. She carefully exits the sidewalk onto the street. The chain on her bike shifts from gear to gear as she maneuvers through traffic, speeding up and slowing down when necessary.

A few seconds later she’s past the bus, hops the curb to the sidewalk, slowing to weave in and out and around those walking.

A few blocks later she turns into a mostly empty alley, picking up speed as she maneuvers around debris within the alley. Another few blocks later she exits the alley into a caddy cornered empty parking lot she takes as a shortcut, then enters the sidewalk next to another busy city street.

Her destination’s ahead. She slows while unstrapping her helmet. Minutes later, locking her bike to a bike rack.

 
 

Inner City Bike Ride, Written By George Farina: GeorgeFarina.net

Quietly Laughing, Joking, Just After Midnight

August 9th, 2023

Just after midnight they climb the inner stairs of a 25 floor apartment building located deep within the city, quietly laughing, joking, whispering sweet nothings to the other as they climb. The stairs are thin, rarely used. The smell of mildew fills the air. Neither notice.

The door at the top of the stairs to the roof is locked with a Padlock. He pulls out a small lockpick, spending a few minutes jiggling the pick inside the lock. She silently watches. Seconds later, the lock opens.

Slowly, quietly, he opens the door, stepping aside, letting her walk onto the roof first, quietly closing the door after he enters.

The roof’s partially lit from the lights of nearby buildings, partially lit from the moonlight and stars.

Together they walk towards the side of the roof. Two sleeping bags lay next to a five foot high Plexiglas boarder wall surrounding the roof.

Together they take a seat atop their sleeping bags, holding each other, chatting as they enjoy views of the city, till they fall asleep within each others arms.

 
 

Quietly Laughing, Joking, Just After Midnight, Written By George Farina: GeorgeFarina.net

As Misunderstood As A Pitbull

August 9th, 2023
As Misunderstood As A Pitbull

As misunderstood as a Pitbull
Somewhere along the way he turned into a stray
A youngster with a wild side
A young adult with a tremulous past
Opportunities scarce
Insomnia screams at him
Nightmares afraid of him
A dreamer, people don’t believe in him
Plays like Eric Davis in his hay day
Competition can’t defeat him
Wild boar couldn’t get to him
An old yeller dog who lives till the end

 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 
 

Written by George Farina: GeorgeFarina.net

Spontaneous, Thrives, Strives, Alive, Doesn’t Compromise

August 9th, 2023
Spontaneous, Thrives, Strives, Alive, Doesn’t Compromise

A city chick, cute hot, with a shapely figure, low top sneakers, jeans, and a sweatshirt with somewhat loose sleeves. Their length is just past her knuckles, small pudgy knuckles, lightly clinched around the ends of the sleeves.

Bright eyes, pouty lips with a flirtatious grin. A foreign accent. A delicate kind voice. She likes to chit chat.

Thick hips. Soft flesh. Sensual scents. Plentiful, soft wavy long hair with highlights.

A pleasant personality. Spontaneous, thrives, strives, alive, doesn’t compromise. Vulnerable, emotional, strong, honest, loyal, compassionate, understanding, resilient.

 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 
 

Written by George Farina: GeorgeFarina.net

Inner-City: Into The Streets

August 9th, 2023
Inner-City: Into The Streets

Another long day. Another sleepless night.
City blocks, laundry mats late at night.
Into the streets, plenty of needy, graffiti.
Alley cats, homeless, inhumanity. A lone soul wanders.
A bus just after morning sunlight.
The hustle and bustle of a busy city street.
Hustlers, street performers, crowds gather. Hats filled with quarters.
Vacant buildings, time passed them by.
Nightlife, Steam, Heat, Foxy Boxing, Jai Alai, People Watching.

 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 
 

Written by George Farina: GeorgeFarina.net

Words I Write To Say What’s Right

August 9th, 2023
Words I Write To Say What’s Right

These words I write without fright, to say what’s right.
We’ve all been told many lies.
Old age. Lack of health, lack of wealth.
To many pretend. Things aren’t always bien.
Not everyone has real friends.
Lets bury most of our funds.
Tomorrow the world could come to an end.
There’s a reason why so many are numb.
Many don’t bend. Compassion ain’t within them.
Some things don’t mend.
Lies, deceit. They ain’t right.
Chastised, judged, used, much spite.

 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 
 

Written by George Farina: GeorgeFarina.net

Thanksgiving 2022

November 5th, 2022
Thanksgiving 2022

Indians, Pilgrims, Peace, Feasts
Thanksgiving Day Parades, Creative Floats
Thanksgiving Day Speeches, What Are You Thankful For?
Turkey, Turkey Legs, Yams, Stuffing, Corn
Cranberry Sauce, Baked Potatoes, Gravy, Eggnog
Lounging Thursday Evening, With A Full Belly
Great Deals, Shopping, Crowded Malls
The Weekend After Thanksgiving, Cold Leftovers
Christmas Music Plays, Christmas Trees Are Decorated
Christmas Lights Brighten The Night

 
  Written by George Farina: GeorgeFarina.net
 
 
 

76 Words

January 1st, 2022
76 Words
 
Infinite, Determination, Gibberish, Poser, Sellout, Thoughtful, Preparation, Dignity, Cherish, Loyal, Perception, Morals, Desire, Precise, Elaborate, Crucial, Meticulous, Eloquent, Spunk, Unconventional.
 
Ambition, Quirky, Advantageous, Merciless, Perplexed, Funky, Feasible, Disgruntled, Ingenuity, Spectacle, Dazzling, Charade, Vividly, Catastrophic, Improvise, Mysterious, Exceptional, Formidable, Brazen.
 
Decisive, Discretion, Spunk, Preposterous, Charismatic, Majestic, Vial, Glamour, Vague, Gritty, Fascinating, Smug, Moping, Prevail, Impervious, Snide, Invigorating, Murmur, Infatuated, Sympathize, Hissed.
 
Sluggish, Nonchalant, Thickish, Tantalizing, Subjective, Fussy, Irate, Victory, Mutual, Rift, Sleek, Frayed, Harsh, Perhaps, Zesty, Genuine.
 
  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net

 

 
Written by George Farina

Vieja, Viejo Together

January 1st, 2022

 

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

 

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