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Every where I look the sonic youths,
Locked into catatonic untruths.
These are the mindless text-ers,
Living a life without any textures.
Falling fast into inner dreams,
Holding back their hopeless screams.
Racing ahead to an empty future,
With past wounds still to suture.
Their wasted minds dazed and confused,
By every drug they so readily abused.
This is the new world's society,
Who's lost all sense of propriety.
FOR GOD'S SAKE OPEN YOUR EYES!
CAN'T YOU SEE THE ENEMY'S LIES?
| I can see it's something of a deep thought, that you'd probably think of while staring out of a bus window riding through inner city or urban, town crossing.|
In the glimpse of daredevil risk taking, fast living youth.
Destruction in the gown of love as a wolf in a grandmothers house shoes of caring.
Sad.but told honestly with a longing to warn or save someone who is like that to change.
Glad I could help with the title hah.
Sorry for the delay of commenting but I made sure to get around to doing so.
Couplets intact Shadow haha
Real life write here
|| Posted on 2011-04-10 00:00:00 | by Rex Gold | [ Reply to This ] || I used to ride the bus to and from school (30 miles each way).|
Your poem is passionate and profound, and contains an important philosophical message; an important part of life has to be based upon personal real life, real situation experiences; beware too much time in the unreal world of video, text, and computer stuff. It is not reality, and is nowhere as informative or educational as real life.
|| Posted on 2011-04-05 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ] || Th bustling streets of a deaf, dumb and blind society. Oddly enough I'm listening to "The Sound of Silence" while reading. They go so well together, the song and your poem.||| Posted on 2011-03-30 00:00:00 | by TheInvisible | [ Reply to This ] || Quite a glimpse of young men's graying life... of course their life has no texture, they are shiftless drifters with no anchor, no groundwork for their lives, they just float along the currents and dont have mind enough or will enough to stand up for themselves.|
|| Posted on 2011-03-29 00:00:00 | by ShiveringFire | [ Reply to This ] |