What I Am

1 01 2012

I was rather hesitant to post this poem because I was concerned people would be offended.  The older generation of which I speak in the following verses is mainly a reference to many of the political and business leaders on an international scale, but also on a local/national scale.  The world being left to my generation is not a stable one, but I have faith in my contemporaries that we have learned enough the make improvements and influence the generation behind us from reverting back.  I’m not saying that everything is bad, it is just from my point of view nothing is improving, money is that damn thing we hate to love, and the road is full of big, rusty nails just waiting for my brand new tires.

I am the voice that today is ignored

But tomorrow will ring true

I am the mind in which a generation’s mistakes are stored

And believe me they do not number few

I am the one who will turn things around

And right all past wrongs

I am the hope you have not yet found

How dare you mock my choice of songs

I am the door more open than you

The one that does not segregate

The souls it lets through

I am your future and you are my fate

Balanced on my shoulders there is

An ever-increasing load

Composed of your failed ideas

The trash you leave as you walk this endless road

I am the day no one starves

The day prejudice is no more

The future explorer of the stars

You really should pay attention to me more

Lazy is what you call me

Ungrateful of what I am given

My faults outnumber fish in the sea

By my hormones I am driven

Blind is what I call you

Ignorant of what you have done

Your mistakes could block out the sun

Greed fuels all that you do

I am the rock on which humanity stands

Accept it or not it is the truth

And I will one day join my many hands

For I am all Youth

Perfect in Theory

2 12 2011

The world is perfect in theory
Everything is black
Or white but never
Confusing shades of gray
Lips let not harsh words pass
And the beauty that emanates
From inside
Behind facades no longer hides
There is a parent
For every child
The only war
Is against prejudice
All anybody wants
Is just what they need
Because there is no such thing
As greed
Love is pure
And straight from the heart
Everyone is unique
And despite that we all
Share a heart with one beat
Because the world is perfect
In theory