Re-touched by the muse of old work Light reflects on a life I thought forgotten The rhythm is straighter The words clearer Thoughts not nearly as heavy
We are getting older
Make believe Reality And see that Life is no longer fiction
Clouds wet the land As the swirling sea on the streets Tides swelling inland The cities drowned in their own Routine & monotony
Slaves to themselves Their demons Their vices Vicious circle
To absurd are we to fight this Fallible vibrations of human resemblance Neither dead or alive In low or high conscious states of being
Where is our message, Dear Generation?
Concrete caked red hot In the Los Angeles Sun Moon setting star light whose Martyrs are one And a million
One day We'll all settle For whatever Is in front of us
Some Already have
Their meals set The napkins folded The china out The silverware All polished and shined
And oh! That fireplace is Burning
Now, the mind recoils in Kafkaesque' style More paranoid than old Poe But not nearly as saturated In His own imaginations blood As He'
There was so little, yet, so Much time back then;
Plenty of room for The mind to play, to rot, to embrace The absurdity of existence, All at the same time
We are quite distracted now, Aren't we?
So many things to keep our Naturally busy brains busy; Hiding so many questions Hiding so many answers Hiding so many truths to these Multitude of questions and answers
What I pain I feel when I think of How much is missed and the reason for it
Ice hot against the fingertips A child crying for their mother Though they know not why The gavel falling on an innocent man Girls *****, impregnated, forgotten An eclipse of humanities evil Broadcasted as reality television An apocalypse on pay-per-view (Is that even around anymore?) A lie in the form of the truth embraced Accidents accused for spiritual bigotry Bareness of the human soul ridiculed Care taker's thrown from hospital windows The acceptance of our own horrors As we smile, nod, a glint of righteousness upon the eye
At times I hope This time will Be forgotten in history
Contributions of Technology
Almost Forcing us To be connected
Making life
A Little More Bearable Every Day
An age who Finds themselves As they build Atop themselves