They love it...

Dead

Speak in tongues my friend;
This is the living end.
Watch and wait to pounce, there's no hand to lend;
Stand back and pretend to see all seven billion crying.
Realize this beauty is slowly declining;
No body speaks the truth; we know they're lying.

The Eyes

It's Just a Ride..

Recall

Back and forth, a life to inundate;
With deceptions who scorn the will to create.

                         A shallow reminder of the start to fall.
                         No reason to spare, no given act at all.

From the Rat Race

Coming in Loud and Clear..

Love in the 21st Century

Love in the 21st Century.
No limit to the deception in sight.
One after the other, in a constant cycle of stupendous epiphany.
Where beauty dominates risk and imitation surpasses reason.
I often see myself wondering how these people could stretch themselves so violently.
Whipping each other into frenzy through some overused phrase from a two-bit Hollywood production.
It just seems to me that the very emotion love is carelessly thrown around like a hot potatoe...

A recalculation is in order...
To discover how these fools could fall so deeply in illusion after relapsing the process of breaking their bonds...
Total and utter confusion over these men and women.. Like children they bicker. 
Confronting the lifelong debt over a four day a month visit of some promiscuous entertainment.
I call it delusion...
And what's worse is that these are the future fighters of our generation.
The pinnacle of our existence... Our history in the making...

One could only dream of the future our children will face.
Where a clever yet simple "Hello" will grant intrusion...
Follow full bloomed marriage, affairs included; all within the early waking hours of the morning after.

A little too "Brave New World" for my likening...

Hell has a sense of humour

At least...

Easy Rider

Days before the turn of abyss.
Like winds in the desert, it screams solid bliss.
The formidable man.
Dead before his ordeal; amiss.