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Every second of every minute,
every hour of every day,
the world turns on its axis,
and having seen the sights of this beautiful city,
having breathed in its air,
having felt every sound invigorate me,
wash over me, and overwhelm me,
it truly feels like this city is not just any city,
its people are not just any people-
it feels like this incredible city, New York City,
is the beating heart of the entire planet,
the centre of the world, the consciousness of reality,
the voice of humanity speaking to the rest of the galaxy.

It’s hard to describe what it feels like
and what you are thinking when you walk the streets and avenues
and you are surrounded by sound, colour, life, love, light,
passion, energy, boundless and breathtaking distance and height-
you find that you are constantly either looking to the distance,
or looking up at the buildings which you cannot see the top of
no matter how hard you try.

Walking through Central Park,
sitting in Central Park, as I am doing now,
on a bench directly facing a statue erected in honour
of William Shakespeare-
hearing, seeing, and feeling the mist of the sprinklers,
inhaling the smell of the grass,
sitting in-awe of the trees that surround me in every direction,
feeling the warmth of the invigorating and glowing golden sunlight,
looking up at the leaves on the trees
unlike any green I have ever seen,
watching people running through the park-
something that people actually love doing,
something that feels so special and unlike being anywhere else-
Central Park, to me, feels like the imagination
of not just the city, or Manhattan,
but also of something greater!
Being here is like a dream, being here is unbelievable,
being here lifts you up, makes you see things,
makes everything clear.

This city has really got under my skin.
This phenomenal, incredible, and beautiful, city
has captured my heart, opened my mind,
gifted me a sense of belonging-
as if I could easily stay here, walk this park every day,
dodge the millions of people on the sidewalks,
wait for the illuminated white figure at the crossings,
ride the subway, meet so many amazing and inspiring people
as I already have and feel like I was meant to be here,
like I was always meant to be here, like I never want to leave-
because that is exactly how I feel when I stop and I think
and I take in every second of peace, serenity, and exhilaration
that being in this city gives me.

This city is a city to be shared.
This city is a city that never stops giving,
and where everything and anything is there for the taking.
This city is a city beyond any expectations
that you could have of a place before you saw it,
and more special than any dream that you could chance to imagine-
to imagine such a place like this before you could see it
with your own eyes, you would not dare.

This city, New York City, means a lot to me.
This city is the place that I cannot wait to return to
again and again, and share every second of its importance,
and revel in its hustle and bustle,
and take-in every inspiring detail as the streets-
the people, its buildings, its life-
makes me feel phenomenal, overwhelmed, and empowered
with the most amazing energy.

This city is somewhere which speaks to me.
This city is somewhere where I feel like I am a part of it,
and it is a part of me.
This city is somewhere I am utterly, tearfully, so sad to leave
because it is somewhere that made dreams come true for me,
gave me experiences, and opened my eyes to another world
of hope, strength, optimism, and prosperity.
This city is always going to be there for me,
and I will always be there for it,
because there is so much for it to show me,
and so much more for me to do, feel, and see.
This city is The City.
There is nowhere else on Earth like New York City.

To Mercury, Venus, Earth, and Mars,
to Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and to all the planet’s of countless stars-
it is to you, and to everyone:
Human; God; Goddess; Angel; and Alien;
that I wish to address,
and also, in a way, to confess,
the reason for my being- my modus operandi, if you will:
why I love connecting with people, writing poetry, and why I just can’t stand still!

I suppose it all started back when I was a boy:
the love that I felt, the friendship’s that I made, and the joy!
The affection that I had, which was unequivically reciprocated
by my friends, and my family- and which I have replicated
in the relationships that I have made as an adult,
and which has made me, I believe, a better person as a result!

Something that I have never told anyone,
is just how much writing poetry is my greatest passion!
The thing about my poetry, and which continue’s to make me smile,
is that I believe I am still in a little bit of denial-
just like when you call someone and keep pressing redial,
and you always expect someone to pick up and answer-
I always expect an instant and inspirational poetic transfer:
a high-speed link between the universe and I-
a way to write the unwritable, and describe why the sky is the sky.

I have always loved keeping active and running around-
using my energy, and that of other’s, to rebound
in a new, invigorating, and exciting, other direction-
times in my childhood that I often look back on in reflection,
and ask myself the question: why did you do what you did?
And the answer that always comes back is: because that is what it is to be a kid!

The reason I am who I am, and the reason why I do what I do,
is because I want to share a part me with everyone, all, and with you!
In my opinion, the gift to be able to create something of your own imagining-
to write it down, build it, sing it, play it, and the ability of enhancing
the perception of someone else, and for a short time take them on a journey
from which they will always remember, and the thought of will forever fill them with glee-
is a gift that is the most special and the most personal present you can bestow:
to reach into your soul, and touch a place within yourself you never dreamed you would ever go.

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