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It was as simple as
turning off a light, or
crushing a bug.
He realized early
that reality had
a brutal side;
band aids didn't
stick to his heart
so he checked out;
he disassociated with
the scenery around him,
and created a kinder
world, with no
brutality or cruelty.

And then one day
he built a
sailboat made of
cardboard and silk,
and just sailed away.
There were no
shadows as he
smiled at the
putrid, bright sun.
This journey called life seems so unfair
There’s very little good to be found
But so much evil everywhere
It’s hard to imagine the way things
Were  way back in the day
When family stuck together and didn’t
Betray
Morals were valued and respect was
A must
When a mans word was all that he had
To earn trust
Love was cherished and loyalty was too
For back in the day this is all that we knew
There were no cell phones, video games or the internet heard of
Back in the day time was spent with the ones we love
Things of this world were so much better when Gods children could openly pray
The world was a much better place back in the day.
Missing the way things use to be
You say you are no longer with that girl
But I'm not sure that's really true
I am yours unconditionally
For a little while you were mine too

But hidden under the surface
Were sickening secrets held back
Yet had too many stories and alibis
For me to be able to keep track

Our future dangled from a thread
Swinging from your careless fingertips
But you chose to walk a different road
Out of your grasp my whole world slipped

I don't know when your feelings shifted
Glimmer in your eyes remains the same
Except now it disappears when we talk
Until you bring up her name
Oblivious.
Passing
through.
Experiencing
what the
senses
allow.
Fish
in a
pond.
Limited
scope.
Limited
capabilities.
As it’s
always
been.
Awakening.
The great
awakening
is nigh.
Vistas
unknown,
opening.
Dimensions
materializing.
New
perspectives .
New
landscapes
to be
explored,
traveled,
experienced.
Next phase
beyond
human.
Post human,
Techno Sapiens.
Worlds
unimaginable,
just
over the
horizon.
When a little kid falls over,
The silence that follows after is the worst.
Because their either absolutely fine,
or filling their lungs with enough air to mimic an air raid siren.
Stuck in a fantasy
With autumn leaves red and brown
Until reality wakes me,
Its voice preparing me to drown
Are you always wondering about the things that will never happen?
I know I am
(:
Future.
Look
around.
What’s seen?
Heads bent.
Man made.
The new
god.
Faces
in screens.
Mind
absorbing,
transporting
elsewhere.
Surroundings
mel­ting
away.
In a
different
place.
In a
different
state.
Different
state of
mind.
Structures
straining.
Foundations
cracking,
less stable.
Losing
focus.
Focus on
reality.
Old ways
dying.
New ways
unknown.
Terrain
untrodden.
Path forward
hazy, unsure.
Runaway
technology
spinning
uncertainty.
Spinning
into the
unknown.
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