We ushered in an era
Of technology,
And weep for the youth
Of today.
Knowledge at the touch
Of a keyboard,
With never-ending games
To play.
Pictures, so vile,
So readily available
To those with
A warped mind.
The ability to follow
The vulnerable;
To want, to hunt,
To find.
A curtain for bullies
To hide behind
And prey on the weak
And the lonely,
A place where the timid go
To find
Their one and only.
There's pros and cons
To this world of web
We live in.
But I still weep for the
Youth of today,
No more to be
Innocent children

When I think of your lips on mine, I quiver
When I think of your touch, I’m on fire
When I think of your voice, I melt
When I think of how much I love you, I cry
When I think of you with her, I want to ****

Then I wake up
Praying it was a dream
And realize you are gone

The tape replays when I lay my head on my pillow
It is never a dream
But a nightmare

Thorns replace the feathers in my pillow
Reminding me forever…
Of you

Isn't it lovely?
That no matter what
No matter how bad something is
No matter the horror it brings
No matter the heartbreak
No matter the pain and sadness
No matter any of it
Life goes on.

It simply does.

Every day
It goes on.

To move through genealogies
consider what it takes
The blood of those before
you filled with all of their mistakes
And what you've given into will uncover how you came
A sort of inquisition to eradicate your name
I called myself "the others" if I staggered or destroyed
Made everything inside of me
so purposely devoid
If not by my own doing
then by those whom I had known
To whom I was connected, thought, believed I could call home
Today's a separation
I have never known before
Or one that I'd forgotten
since I leveled with the floor
There's nothing on the bottom but I cannot seem to look
Much further than the dirt of earth, the silver that I took
The people are in pieces
and my head tries to compare
So often I can only find
the source of our despair
I go to bed in cycles
I can barely seem to keep
Awake so long I wait for dreams
to make me fall asleep
If anyone can see me or engage my busy head
I'll breathe before I speak again, let life be what is said