See the balance of burgundy shades on leaves of forest green springing into action in summer
See raindrops dance with the innocent uninhibited essence of childhood
Hear the wind dispel your fears with the calming ease of lullaby whispers drifting aimlessly
Feel your body quiver as a fiend craving the kiss of tangerine sunbeams
Touch God
Reverberated by the spinal penetration of an infant’s laughter

                                  Cry nourishment for uninhabited victims of famine
Smell religion at local bake sales while sermons get preached with footprints on grass fields
Taste all the beauty in the vastness of tomorrow’s possibilities
Feel pain numbing as you fall asleep to promises meant
never kept
Bop your head to throbbing beats of hearts & souls poured into the atmosphere
              that is rhythm

Let your senses dance with experiences that shape who you are
and the anticipation of what’s to come
Believe in change
and on the road to duplicity
change your course of inevitability

Spend your fortunes on emotions
and breathe through the hurt of neglect
Your savings account should be a retirement fund of materials
left on earth after death

After you see the glare of mornings in Brooklyn
Ingest the aroma of grandma’s home cooking
Taste the acidic thrill of confronting accomplishment
You will then hear inner voices now applaud you
and feel what it is
to be human

Tell me then
Was it worth it

David King is a Queens-born, Brooklyn-raised actor, writer & educator who believes in communalism and the arts. Because the View, a collection of original poems, images & the random, is directly inspired by the only city he truly loves and has ever called home.

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Keywords : Brooklyn, God, Food

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