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It gets faster and faster every day. Every second in fact (notice the square).

I feel so sad for our generation.

Such a variety of brilliant minds spinning recklessly out of control, day by day by day. Things just get worse and worse and no one can stop it.

I feel sad because this collision course will end in one big cataclysmic crash, sending each of our young geniuses flying in all kinds of directions before they could ever discover the meaning of true, TRUE love.

The feeling one encounters when raising a child, an automobile, a house, a life...a goal. The emotion trapped within the nature of justice, the unbreakable cure for any disease of morality. This will never be revealed to us. It's all being drained away slowly, and every day new faces come round, and slowly those faces contort until they get more hateful, and with each passing day I see all the faces I used to love fading into cliques of twos and threes, starting to draw lines, burning bridges, ...falling down.

Divided.

I decided to devote my time to finding the most grotesque and morbid things that happen to ordinary people in the life I live in the town I live in. I have decided to devote my time to the macabre. A sort of Chuck Palahniuk outlook, if one pleases. The generally "ordinary" people around here have some secrets, and maybe it's time to spill them. Maybe it's time for people to get sickened, and frightened, and disgusted, and revolted, and angry. Maybe it will make them do something.

Kudos, 2012.
 Aug 2010 Pink Taylor
D Conors
i want you if
even for the
shortest moment
of time
even if knowing
our hellos
will also be
goodbye.

i want
you

to hold me.
D. Conors
06 july 2010
Do you remember tomorrow?
We've lived this before.
Above the earth
Beyond the stars.
The ****** scars and burning tears.
The pain that controlled my heart and the lust that took over yours.
Destroying the atmosphere and breaking all boundaries.
Do you not recall the day we haven't lived?
This experience we've been through several times.
The tingle from your touch and the heartache from when i feel it no longer.
Your voice and my laugh.
Your smile that makes me blush.
The feeling of your heat and being able to hear you despite all the noise.
Tomorrow, its not today or yesterday.
Do you remember?
You have to. I do.
 Jun 2010 Pink Taylor
Bassam
Confined to eternal asphyxiation
They live a suffocated existence
No hope to regain what they took for granted
They showed no regard for earth, air, or water
This polluted wasteland, their planet

They cannot love each other anymore
Their punishment is solitude and xenophobia
What privileges they had, once upon a time
Affection and love, and interpersonal immersion
Now doomed, forever, to be alone

In this world destroyed by greed, desire, and lust
For power, the human beings atone,
They do not deserve to be alive, let alone
To walk aware of their wrongdoings
They should have been erased

I would have loved to be the executioner
Of billions sinful, lying, cursed, wretched,
Vile, incessant, promiscuous, vicious, insidious,
Slimy, wily, evil creatures humans are
Instead I have become their saviour

I feel no pity or sympathy for the Devils
They became in exchange of their materialism
I see them walk in masses of melancholy, loneliness
As I once did for which they showed no regard for me
And heartless, I ignore their silent cries for help

You are sentenced to life in prison, one like no other
Free to live in a society which shows more confinement
Than any man-made cell or coffin
Elements you took for granted shall be stripped away
Your sinful quest for immortality has led you accordingly

It is forbidden to breathe the air you polluted,
Drink the water you tainted, eat the fruits of the earth you destroyed
Your senses will be nullified and your spirits
Crushed as this planet was insufficient
For your corrupted existence .
In this world
we walk on the roof of hell,
gazing at flowers.
I don't miss you, but I am sorry.
You're a week weeping willow with no spine.
I have grown strong roots and am nourished naturally by love.
You are a sick remembrance of a hurting past I no longer seek.

And even without my current gardener,
I now have the tools to withstand a storm.
While you would only topple and grapple at my limbs,
Bringing me down to your own weakness.
Yet, it pains me to ask this of you,
Leave me be in my happiness.
 Jun 2010 Pink Taylor
Bethany
Life just happens
It’s there for you to live
Take the time to enjoy it
Before it cease to exist
You make it what you want
No need to complain
For if you don’t like it
It’s for you to change
You were given one life
Just live it…Bring it on.
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