"In The Most Innocent Manner"

We live in an age of roles reversed,

Where beauty and flaunting are swapped.

We take an image, make it perversed,

Then cringe when anything is said or seen.

We live in an day of censored loveliness,

Melting innocence into the stream of mud.

Even the most pure is taken as ugliness,

And we gasp when something is seen or said.

We live in a time of mistaken words

A compliment means merely that!

Not a hint at fantasized thoughts.

Yet we believe so when things are seen or said.

We live in a cloud of misunderstanding,

Of logic contorted and out the window.

Can't we just think like rational men?

But we don't when anything is said or seen.

"Hey, you!"

Hey, you, yess you!  You like what you see?

Then keep on reading, or even follow me!

I'd really appreciate your taking the time,

To give your thanks for my thoughtful rhymes.

Many could say that this poem is thin,

But here I ill tell th meaning within.

Comment on this post, or give me a plus,

Or share this with friends, you have to! You must!

In short, what I'm saying, is give some feed,

It's greatly encouraging to know you read me!

(Thank you to everyone who has enjoyed my poetry thus far)

"From the Desparate"

Can you go away?

Leave me where I am.

You too.

Both of you leave me alone,

I don't want to be near either of you!

You have no idea what you are doing, 

You are going to mess up my life!

You are messing with my future,

Our Future!

Forget both of you.

Just go away and deplete someone else of their hope!

Don't just walk towards me and steal my life away from me!

(Such an innocent outpouring of emotion, put perfectly by my dear friend;

 my deepest sympathies and prayers for him.)

(The wording has been altered at the request of the readers.)

"Pepsi"

I never understood non-passionate people,

Never did I register with the seemingly insensitive.

How could a person be so complacent,

With the ordinary continue to live?

What is life without the passion?
Routine dullness, never truly seeing,

It is nothing.

Never truly thinking or feeling.

Emotion is beauty, and inversely tell.

Former stating latter, and second evoking first.

"Alexandra's Spectre"

In between a place of love, and its corresponding loci,

Lies the greatest tale of turmoil and tarnished lull.

One life given, another taken, and one to come from two,

Voluntarily sacrificing dreams for Udinov.

Every aspiration of a current future, stunted at its source.

Yet, a glimpse of paradise but a breath away.

Only a few experiences of forever do,

Underestimate the emotion felt the whole way thru.

A falling soul, with nothing to grab,

Letting go of the need to prepare the slate.

Eternity written on comfort's back,

Xenium are given with the story's relay.

Internal distress during the taxi,

Many would only serve in dram.

"I really hope you know I'm sorri"

Says the heart who caused the "mess".

Soon, however, the death will pass,

Youthful ambitions will have their way.

Only the purest love will do,

Ultimate passion to then ensu.