The early morning silence
A wonderous beauty to behold
When humanity sleeps
The silence is real
Nature is in control

Once man awakes
Anarchy pursues
It's death to the peace
And silence retreats
For man thinks
He's in control

Have another slice of pizza
Crack another beer
Don't worry about the old man outside
The Blizzard
Is
Not
That bad

You have no time for the less fortunate
You see them as a disease

Take no time to wonder about their world
Self consumed is what we are
Our  one directive is to accumulate
As much **** as we possibly  can
Truth be told it's things we don't need
For
The couple of bucks
We throw away
Could improve the life
Of somebody else
But that is last thing we would do

The trees have told me they sad
For children no longer play in them

Little bobby
Sits on the couch
As he learns from mommy
To stare blankly at the device in her hand
The parks are empty
The servers are full
The butterflies flutter in peace
Daddy is trolling around a forum

She sits in the corner
Of the broken old home
With a crown made of thorns

What has life done to Betty
To have beaten her , bad
No sight is truly this sad

She once was an angel
But now ensnared in guilt and betrayal
Drawing circles in the sand

I once saw an emotion
when the floor boards creaked
But she snuffed it out faster than the Flame could ignite.

The say you can tell the soul of a person  By looking into their eyes
But she only has hollows where her eyes used to be
Two Bottomless pits into hell

Are you the person
That
Possibly knows
What happened to dearest old Betty

For if you are
Then please to do tell
So the rest of us don't end up just like her

Modern society
Is
Like
A
Disease

Rotting
From
The
Inside
Out

Compassion
Is
Gone

Knowledge
And
Wisdom
Not
Wanted

Keep the masses
Plugged
Into
The system

Propaganda
Abound
Ignorance is the special of the day

If Google says it
It has to be true

"Likes" are what matter today

Just look at these drones
With artifical lives
Created by the stroke of the key

The art of a letter
Is a dust filled dream
And books they no longer matter

Hollywood lives
And
****** dives

Mass ******
ON
A global scale

God
Is
Dead

Politically Correctness
Will
Be
The
DEATH OF US ALL

Middle aged
Broken goods
Damaged on the inside

Chance has come
Chance has gone

Alone our lot shall be
Free to think
Free to be
Is what I tell myself

But what is life
Without touch
A lonely place to be

Midnight thoughts
Of past and future
Haunt the inner soul

Without you there are no boundaries
To keep my sanity

On Sunny days
And Cloudy nights
The tears roll down my cheeks

Silver trails
Of unforgotten thoughts
Like veins across my face

Memories leave scars
Of a distant past
One foot I place ahead

Each step filled with dread
You can never take my soul
Foward I strive ahead

Gotta get my life in order
Gotta to get it right
Gotta get myself away
Gotta decide to stay

Gotta get out bed this morning
Gotta earn a living
Gotta pay my rent
Gotta pull my myself together
Gotta stop staring at the clock
Gotta stop checking messages non stop

Gotta read another book
Gotta learn another quote
Gotta learn another song
HEY
.........................
IT'S JUST ANOTHER DAY