Poems connected in Series

Double-R

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These poems are all connected in series. I've really taken the whole road of life thing and expanded on it. I decided to throw in some imagery and, this is what I've come up with.

During the time, I was pretty much at the end of my relationship with my significant other. This will pretty much bring you through the events of it all, without really talking much about it, from breakup to closure.


My Tunnel


It's not the Lincoln or the Rolland
Nor the midtown or the battery
Nor between First and Bedford
Not between Clark and Wall
Or Bowling Green and Borough Hall
My tunnel is longer than those all

My tunnel carries my hopes, my dreams
My mistakes, my misfortunes
My aspirations and inspirations
as well as my trials and tribulations
Side by side
Filed in 2 lanes
Doing 35 to keep these dreams alive

As I reach the light at the end of the tunnel, what will lay ahead?
Another road or an end that is dead?
Exit only or merge ahead?
Or just an offramp with the traffic light at red?
As I watch the lights go by as I hold my head high
Ready to tap the brakes to give you just enough space
God knows that I'll get out of it someday
But for now, this is where I am today
As I drive this not so lonesome road
Yea, this is my tunnel
Let's see what happens when I reach the end

Kennedy Blvd.

White lights guided by white lines
35, side by side
2 by 2
With only the sound of motors to differentiate it all from a stream
I pump my brakes one last time

Reaching the end of the tunnel brings upon a pounding rain
A pounding rain to slow this stream down
As I see through the fog, those same signs lay mixed with red
Brake lights mixed with flashing amber
As I make my decision between exit only or merge ahead
Or just an offramp with the traffic light at red?

I break from the stream to travel a service road less traveled by more people, the Boulevard named after the 35th big cheese of the US
It's Kinda dark, a little lonely, full of bumps, with just the light of the parallel stream a.k.a. I-95 to guide me
A guiding light that gives me hope that the traffic jam ahead will let up to allow me to rejoin that stream

As I look for that guiding light to lead me back I am given opportunity after opportunity to turn away onto another road
Something smoother, better lit
But definitely not the same in it's destination
As I prepare to make another decision
between the road less traveled which may bring me back to that stream to my destination
Or to turn away, take another road and see where it leads me
Until then, I travel this bumpy road while I keep my eye on the red and yellow stream
Will I u-turn and say, hey, a guy can dream?
Or will I stick to the service road?
I'm out of my tunnel but, the journey still continues

Battery to the Belt

As I turn my wipers off going down Kennedy
I am tempted to go back towards those guiding lights
A flash in the distance signals to me that the road opens up soon
But traffic ahead isn't budging at all
Barely any hope
Barely any room
So, u-turn I go at the next overpass
I want to return to my red apple
My element
My aesthetic
Where everybody knows my name
And everybody still treats me the same
As I go back towards the mouth of Lincoln
To choose between the FDR or the Joey D.
To get back to that place, oh how safe I felt
To get the Battery to the Belt

As I dry off the tears from my windshield
As Lincoln finally throws me back up, I'm reunited with my red apple
Home of the Parkway that runs as fast as Jackie did back in the day
Where the Far really means Rockaway
Where The Mott always in your Avenue
And no matter how many times you change it the channel remains broad

As I work my way past the glitz and glammer and the chit chatter
I meet another president
Franklin Delano Roosevelt
Except, he was comprised of 6 lanes of shimmering lights
So, I join them
Zoom! At the speed of those lights, I go right passed Midtown
Right through a neighborhood named after a friend of mine...yes, I mean you Chelsea
To where the Canal in China somehow wound up on this really huge Island, or is it a city?

Tap the brakes as my exit comes up
Time to get a new pack of AA's? Nah, this is a different kind of Battery
Filled with an orange glimmer as I drive into the tunnel
Sunkist lights zooming right by
Looks like I'm driving right through a Fanta bottle
With a hint of green to let me know that it's safe to go ahead
2 lanes
2 by 2
35 to stay alive
Except, it's different
I know where I am going
They know that I am coming

Orange lights turn into moonlight as I enter the land of the Kings
Ordinarily, I'd Keep left to get the so-called expressway to Queens
But something in the distance still shimmers
The road home
As I head towards the buckle of this parkway, I can do nothing but smile
I see familiar faces
Familiar names, Hamilton, Sheapshead, Coney, Verrazano
And then I see this one name in the distance, Avenue Pennsylvania
I call it, I run towards it
I take the offramp
As I slow to a crawl, I realize
I'm home
Will I miss the days on the road?
Most certainly I will
Will there be another journey?
There has to be
Life itself is a journey
But right now, I will stick to the streets that I know
I will remain with the Kings that watch over me
As I remember the good times and the happiness I felt
I'll tell my kids one day
What brought me home was the Battery to the Belt