Wonderment.

First a special shout out to Tina... Yes you have commented here before and as always its greatly appriciated... in response to your question lets just say... they were trying to vote me out of office, not to mention some very blatant sexual innuendoes at my girlfriend. its all over myspace if you find me (click on bio)... Quite disturbing. (and I greatly enjoy reading your blog as well)

Lately i have been looking at the world and seeing so much bad ...Poeple that can look over a childs head on a crowded bus and snag the last seat leaving this small child standing, or walk past a hungry homeless person and then proceed to throw over half of a sandwhich into a puddle less than ten feet away. Mothers that ignore their children, perhaps for a man, or a woman or drugs or the internet. And people simply drenched in immaturity and spite. I am amazed that the world still turns with so much drowning out the good. I worte a poem last night.. Its about all i have to say today... enjoy

Man Child.

The shadows are long
Down foot from the past
The place of intersections
Where the choices
Form our hearts
Our life
Your life
But mostly
A future

A place of innocence
Where mistakes are as cheap
As the rewards.
You my sweet man child.
When will the plastic soldiers
Give way to understanding this war.

Rebellion bittersweet
When washed away
With your lovers tears.
Tears that burn like liquor,
And yet still underage.
A privilege meant for
Maturity.
For a man.
Yet stolen in a game of dress up.

So much already a man.
Yet still a tender girl
Tears in the stolen night
And big talk in the sun
How do I show you
An unavoidable path.
A place with sense
Where you can grow
Into you
Into him
Or hym
Or her
Whoever you dream to be.

Child like security
Child like insecurity
You my sweet man child.
Dreaming.
Of the second star to the right.
Yet cursed to the passage of time.