I don't see kids get excited anymore
Emotions confined to the definition of what's cool.
Conversations limited to replies,
Thier words uncertain, and lack conviction.
Excitement caged behind paraphrases like "oh ok", "cool" and "for real".

I see the light of a childs spark diminished, there beautiful flame extinguished by words like;
"Calm down""Relax" and "Chill out"

I'M TIRED of seeing a childs expression voiced through texts, instead of emotion
I'M TIRED of seeing acronyms convey action and supress expression
I'M TIRED of seeing children automate experience through technology instead of life
I'm saddened.....
I'm saddened to see children trying to play adult, instead of just being children

Soar to the stars
Fly with the snowflakes into the immortal wind.
No specific destination just to the end of time
Boundless discovery, eternal elation.
Dance and embrace the harmonies, which surround you.
Sounds of the ruffling leaves surfing on the very current
Which carries you.

Landing is not in question as you inhale a second wave.
Take flight into the blissful night
Higher than before, rising to the sky as an eagle overseeing his kingdom.
As a cloud, taken by the breeze fullfilling it’s destiny in the infinite sky.
Open your eyes my innocent child.
Behold the wonder of yourself as you look upon the earth with a(n)
Naïve eye.

Make of it as you wish ,
Paint and tattoo your thoughts on a canvas of the mind
Embedding what you feel, not just what you envision
Relinquish the meloncholy that chains you.

Landing now becomes eminent,
Falling from the brilliant beauty of an illuminous moon.
Crashing on the concrete reality of what life truly is;
A nightmare to a dream

Alma.

Tempting serpent I can hear your harmonies,
Preying on the dreams of the ******
Wings of a raven, soaring through
The bleeding sky where the sun rises from the flame.  

The laughing spirit
Earthbound to the ground, you fantasize
With the moon,
And live through the sun.  

Your lips kiss the wind, embracing the organisms of beauty.
Your eyes saturate my internal deception.
My wall,
Invading what others seem to avoid.  

Weeping willow,  
Your roots chained, imprisoned by the soil.

The dark dance of the night, quivers your skin.

It’s cold, so cold, I see the desolate wind as your comforting blanket.
Left to rot, left to parish with the needy maggots.
Debris of the wind,
Dancing on the destiny chosen by the day  
  
****** spoken predator,
Devouring the false truth of life.
Finding freedom, hiding from the brutal
Beating of Father Society.  
  
Live on as the spirit you were born to be.