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If you need a tender lover
I will do all you ever want.
If you’re hungry and need food
I will be your restaurant.
If you want to vent your anger
I will take it all and stand.
If you want a lifetime partner
Here my love, take my hand.
I want to be your man.
It is a lonely life to live
And I would seldom recommend
To the weak of heart
But for the hopeful
I commend this struggle
Stirring younger men
To live learn and grow

Perhaps leaving family behind
In the pursuit of the mind
Paying dues with isolation and time
Finding your muse rightly used

But facing a nation racing away from
The acquisition of knowledge and wisdom
A society determined to remain blind
In Plato’s Cave slaves still obey shadows
Sniping at those such as yourself
Who struggle to expand and include
All things within and without

Till the wanderer comes home
Alone better not bitter from the journey
Open and ready to share
Hoping the world is ready to care
About such wonderful things
Some say the guilt will fade
The shame will pass
As the pleasure stays

Well isn’t that ******* great
You get to keep your hate
Ignore the facts
Jump the traps that slaps
Innocence in chains
Build the bombs
Drones and planes
That keep killing civilians
Keep dulling your feelings
With you stupor of capitalistic ideas

Push ignore on the consciousness
The knowledge, the pictures,
The videos, the children
The violence, the poverty,
The insanity that preys upon me
Because I believe we can be better

With enough *****
Fake fox new
Parties
Youtube
Dating sites
Hot **** nights
Friendly or unfriendly fights
You can destroy your mind
And in time
Guilt will go from a dull thudding
To an annoying back ground buzzing
And finally become nothing
i want to cut the strings i currently have
and really be free and be me
society keeps pushing me
its constant content thats useless
call me left behind
but it's nonsense
i won’t use it, it blows my mind
were being used
and refuse to look at the truth.
The obsession
takes possession
of my thoughts.

Every waking hour
intent on feeding
Said addiction,

Wasting a wonderful
day’s worth of potential
on pleasures and rewards
that are digital abstractions,

Becoming subtractions
from the quality of my mind,
and my life.
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