Snazy Filazy #7: Singing my life with his words

The fresh blades of grass, held damp, morning dew,
That tickled her toes as Snazy tip-toed through,
Away from the sidewalks, on comfortable ground,
The earth that hid under construction that drowned,
Washington Heights, for the buildings were all,
That took up the land, with their restricting walls.
So she wandered through short cuts that led to her place,
On the bridge overlooking a life to embrace,
No matter the overflow of griping groans,
The shadows, the darkness, the lurking unknowns,
Hope still remained, stuck tight in the cracks,
Growing from every crumble, and creating tracks,
The lines that branched off to point many ways,
Letting hope take a path, braking loose through the days,
These were the broken signs, all that was left,
A give in the city blocks, a small narrow cleft.
Snazy traced them with innocent fingers between,
The fractured cement, the hope-driven seams,
Her mind wandered far as she looked toward the sky,
So clear, filled with sunshine, the weather awry.
Her worries escaped her mind with the breeze,
She thought of the man who weakened her knees.
His eyes, how they smiled with joy from each strum,
On his golden guitar, she knew he'd become,
So famously well-known for charm and appeal,
The sound in her memory soon became real.
His music sang slowly, and streamed through the town,
A sad song so sullen, filled hearts all around.
It drifted past lamp posts, past cars, and past doors,
Passing two angry people, amidst canine-fueled wars.
It seeped through the windows, and broke through the glass,
Snazy climbed down and stumbled to follow it fast.
The strumming grew louder, her heartbeat dropped low,
A feeling so different, so cold, made her slow.
A life had been taken, their time was foregone,
Their soul in the heavens, alongside this song.
But as one pathway closes, a new light shines bright,
Illuminating chances and opportunities that might,
Begin days full of changes, a world complete,
With story lines made up of one special beat.
The tune of his strings vibrate through the air,
She followed it blindly, away from despair.
The sorrow beamed dimly from beneath a tree,
Strumming chords, mourning softly, with sound misery.
A child lay silent, his soul rest to sleep,
But one song lived on with pure love she would keep.

Snazy Filazy #6: Singing hearts

"What nonsenes!" she thought. "No need to get down,
There are plenty of people I can help all around!"
So she stood up and smiled, still humming the chords,
Of that sweet cowboy's guitar, not knowing the words.
But that didn't matter, for the tune was sincere,
Why wasn't he famous? How did he land here?
In a town so congested with all the wrong things,
Dragging feet, sullen faces, no, nothing that sings.
She had to do something to get his songs heard,
She'd tell all the people and they'd spread the word!
A woman then bumped her and muttered "Oh dear,"
Appolgizing quickly, for her eyes were not clear.
Perfect chance! She could tell her of the man she adored,
With some music like his, this town wouldn't be bored!
Snazy went on to mention he looked good as can be,
But how she ran like a scardy cat up in a tree,
When he looked over at her with those gorgeous eyes,
Her cheeks blushed so red, and she couldn't disguise,
The feeling she got when his fingers ran swift,
Over each guitar note, oh he had such a gift.
"This cowboy should play for an entire crowd,
Just the thought of him makes my heart beat outloud!"
But the woman stopped Snazy, and patted her hand,
Speaking slowly, reciting words that seemed planned,
Like she was simply rejecting a desperate love-plea,
As she said "There are many other fish in the sea.
If yours is taken, which I know that 'he' is,
Then you should look for another one, I'm sorry Ms."
The woman walked on as she waved a good-bye,
How odd she had been, Snazy couldn't tell why.
All she wanted was for melody to save the town from,
The silence they lived in, their ears that were numb.
Not even the ice cream truck sang anymore,
It annoyed all the people when it drove by at four.
So Snazy was determined to turn that around,
And fill this old town up with a beatiful sound!

Snazy Filazy #5: Hopeless Help

The tune of his song still sang in her head,
As Snazy sat down on a bench painted red.
But noises soon crowded her thoughts of the guy,
As a siren broke loose beneath the sleet-laden sky.
She looked out across the blank building blocks,
The streets half way-paved, filled with unsteady rocks.
She studied the cracked chunks of asphalt that broke,
Beneath a large black van, until someone spoke.
He muttered some words that she never used,
With tears wiped away, he seemed lost and confused.
Like he saw something horrid from within her eyes,
He took a step back as pain bled from his sighs.
She reached out a hand, to guid him away,
From the misery scarring his heart everyday.
But he sharply turned back out towards the town,
Passing the black van that still drove around.
She wondered what he had seen with that stare,
Why couldn't she help him, life never seemed fair.

Snazy Filazy #4: What right things lead to

A small sound was buzzing so light, yet so clear,
Becoming a tune as Snazy approached near,
The old busted bar with the dim, blinking sign,
Some song there was playing, one hard to define.
A voice with a pitch so pure, loud, and new,
Like a crack in the silence, a sudden breakthrough.
She glanced at the window and right there she saw,
The sweet southern cowboy, eyes closed, singing tall.
But before she could move, the man looked up to see,
Two bright gleaming eyes staring back from Snazy.
The butterflies jumped in her stomach that turned,
Right upside down for the man whom she yearned.
Her feet moved so fast without thought, she then ran,
Away from the bar, far away from the man.
"How embarrassing!" Snazy shouted out to the sky,
But her smile grew bigger without quite knowing why.
A glimpse of the sun, peaking out from behind,
The usual grey clouds that she grew to not mind,
Made her realize how fast her heart skipped a beat,
For that country boy singer she was dying to meet!
She sat in the diner, her thoughts scattered far,
After ordering her blueberry pancake she saw,
A man crouched and lonely on the bench right outside,
She noticed his weakness, his hunger that cried,
From beneath the dark shadows that set on his face,
Something had to be done in order to replace,
The emptiness lurking above and beneath,
The man filled with nothing but deep sighs of grief.
In half of a moment she walked out the door,
Giving food to the homeless man, needing it more.
"I overlook all the things that I have here,
Taking good life for granted, not facing my fear,
A great opportunity to see what could be,
I can't run away from a true love story."
So she turned right around and thought it all through,
Following her heart toward the love that she knew.

Snazy Filazy #3: The innocents' desire

The man's eyes were gentle, a light, dreamy blue,
So friendly, so trusting, like someone she knew.
But not from this town, no he didn't quite fit,
His smile alone was so nice and different.
Like he actually wanted to be where he was,
Not running away from the Baltimore buzz.
"Excuse me, dear lady?" Another man said,
Snapping back to reality, her cheeks turned bright red,
The doorman had caught her from hitting the ground,
Snazy smiled, then thanked him, while looking around.
Her mind wasn't set on the fact that she fell,
Instead her thoughts skipped back to what she knew well,
A light bubbly feeling, a sweet lively tune,
Where did the man go? She had to know soon.
His straw hat completed that country-boy look,
There was something about him, oh how her heart shook.
A car zoomed right by and then screeched to a halt,
Almost hitting a woman who yelled "It's your fault!"
The battle went on about why to blame who,
Yes this anger made up the town that she knew.
Steam rose from their heads and the clouds became dense,
Rain fell from the sky while she got a quick glimpse,
Of unhappy faces and frustrated frowns,
The storming, the blunder of negative sounds.
One woman stood out from all of the rest,
With her bright yellow heels and a show-girly dress.
She passed by with a pep in her step, filled with glee,
Snazy lit up inside feeling quite wonderfully.
To know that under these clouds of dark rain,
Were people like Snazy who shook off the pain,
Of real world problems through upsetting times,
Living life so upbeat like some uplifting rhymes.

#2 Snazy Filazy: The Arms of Fate

The little bag bumped her leg with each step,
Holding important things that she always kept.
A collection of souvenirs found here and there,
Around local places, for travel was rare.
An old pocket watch was her favorite of all,
Though each hand never ticked, its meaning stood tall.
The gold engraved letters held value so high,
That with a quick sale, her pockets won't dry.
But none of that mattered, no price of a dime,
Could ever outlast the one second in time.
The moment the clock held, a quarter 'til two,
Trapped memories so fond, from which her heart grew.
So with every thump the bag made at her side,
Ms. Snazy Filazy built positive pride.
She walked a few blocks looking up and then down,
Searching between shadows, where life's truly found.
Tracing over the bricks, sternly sealed, made to last,
Through every tough time, not torn down from the past.
"You can not concentrate," she thought quietly,
"On negative things, or else you might be,
Taken over by darkness, creeping through the light,
You have to stand strong, you won't fail if you fight,
With all of your heart, with all of your love,
Think of warmth, think of heaven, think of sunshine above."
But her thoughts became scattered and knocked back behind,
A strong, red-dressed woman with an impatient mind.
Her black boots stomped by with no word of regret,
On a mission for something her eyes had been set.
So Snazy reached out with a "pardon me" sigh,
But the woman strode on without any reply.
Stumbling forward, away from the hate,
Snazy tripped over hope and fell right into fate.

#1 Snazy Filazy*Apt. 4: From Darkness Comes Light

There's a small special spot on the edge of the bridge,
Where a little girl sits and thinks, just a smidge.
She swings her small feet back and forth, side to side,
Enjoying fresh feelings that mornings provide.
Before the alarm clocks, before all the lights,
The calmness that struggles to last through the nights.
But just a few moments before the town wakes,
Beginning another day, living mistakes.
She closes her eyes, and breathes it all in,
Until noises take over, letting monday begin.
The yellow cabs honk as the passengers yell,
Checking their clocks and gazing at hell.
She looks out across the city below,
Watching the stop lights break traffic flow.
The bum stumbles out from below the bar sign,
Pacing the streets while loosing his mind.
The sidewalks get clampered with busy-feet-blues,
Shuffling to work with their torn, scuffed-up shoes.
"What a beautiful place." The girl sighed and said,
While watching the city streets drowning in dread.
Polluted with robberies, break-ins and cries,
Darkened by shadows and secretive lies.
But the girl knew that troubling shadows were from,
The thick, gloomy clouds that covered the sun.
And when light creates darkness, the darkness then turns,
Back into light from which the town yearns.
"So why the long face?" The girl asked aloud,
"I'm stuck in this place, but yet I am proud.
There's no room for sorrow and no room for hate,
Just look for the happiness all things create."
But just at that moment a dump truck drove by,
With a rumbling "whoosh," the girl shouted "Oh my!"
The strong stench of garbage made quite a nice breeze,
Brushing past her green eyes, flowing into the trees.
And so Snazy Filazy then started her day,
With a big smilin' face beneath skies filled with grey.