A Poem by CRZ



Life is anything but stable.

         One day you're at the top then you're struggling in a new different way. It's just up to our character and soul to make some type consistency in this dirt, so consistent that when any challenge passes through us either expected, unexpected, sideways, Fridays, that it won't matter, we'll get through it.

                         The only body we have to live in is ourselves. 


                                      Your body is a building. You're the super; you make space for whoever you want in your life. If they pay their rent on a reasonable time, they get closer to you and you trust them. There will always be problems in your building. Either is door problems, sink problems, and cable problems, they will always come. 



Having a perfect building in our lives is impossible


Is up to us,

to handle the


or let 'em handle us









Now welcome to the CRZ building.
Every new person he meets is in
 his lobby.
Right now, you’re in his lobby.
Only those who are free spirited
attain a room and how long you keep
all depends on you, my friend.



Welcome, let me show you
what’s happening in habitat right now.
My pop’s room is stable,
a little messy
couple arguments lying around the dresser.
My mom’s room is vacant
like a alcoholic’s bottle after a Friday night
just memories imbuing the empty cubicle.  
My cable is working; I view the world
in HD, Hardly Distant.
My girl, she got the sweet room,
is suite to see her smile permeate the shades
she battles the sun sometimes
to see which one is brighter.
And my room... well hey; you have to
live here first to see mine.


How is your building looking like?
Are you happy with its conditions?
Do the tenants appreciate your service?
Would you want a room in the CRZ residence???

© 2014 CRZ

Author's Note

This is continuation of my poem "8:16"

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your writing style is unique .I really liked the fresh perspective you gave on life :)

Posted 7 Years Ago

I really like the way that you connected life to a building. It's an image that everyone can relate to, and make personal. Everything in this was something that could be related to very quickly, and it is an emotional connection from the writer into the world of their inner lives. We do have an option to choose what we want and who we think is worthy of being in our lives. Those who are not worthy will be sent out to the street and be evicted. Life is a hotel. And nothing is a permanent arrangement for anyone unless they can prove they belong there, and can be beneficial. Sometimes we have to find the people who are able to fix the sink problems, and make the cable work, and make the world better.

Posted 9 Years Ago

a wonderful poem. I suppose I have a lot of empty rooms, wasted space and squatters.

Posted 9 Years Ago

Hey CRZ, I like the way you write, wishing I had the musicians voice

My buildings old, run down, covered in ash
I have a couple of tenants, though never in sight
Yes I’d like a room but don’t have much cash
But then all I truly need, is a desk with a light

see you in the lobby

Posted 9 Years Ago

Your diction, simple and straight to the point. Well done

Posted 9 Years Ago

I love the analogy used in a descriptive and imaginative way in your write...it excites and inspires my own work deriving innovative energy from writes like this...depicts real life as we know it, as well, in its correlation. Nicely done.

Posted 9 Years Ago

I am glad to be in your lobby that you sent this although am reading this months after you sent. I enjoyed reading

Posted 9 Years Ago

So Interesting ♥ thanks for sharing

Posted 9 Years Ago

your room seems magical, beautiful, and full of love and your command.
i like it, some people needs a room like that to get to know themselves more.

Posted 9 Years Ago

Hello there... interesting collection of thoughts... told in an amusing tone that doesn't take away from the profoundness of its content.

I'm rather fond of my room... wide window where crystals dance in sunlight... a view of untidy trees which almost hide the road beyond... it is my create space... but I'd be happy to stop by your place for a visit, specially if you return the favor.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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33 Reviews
Added on March 31, 2014
Last Updated on March 31, 2014



New York, NY

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