The Matrix

I feel sorry, so sorry for you,

your so deaf, dumb, and blind

you don't know how to choose,

a puppet held up by strings,

a empty brain technically trained,

confused and persuaded by the T.V.,

no words of your own,

emotionally triggered by everything,

obeying and trusting those trained to hurt you,

not believing and trusting those who love you,

angry at those who you are told will hurt you,

not doing research to seek the real truth,

I feel sorry, so sorry for you,

so compliant, so passive,

so adjusted to what they say to do,

I feel sorry, so sorry for you,

being taught from birth to believe

 that your life is what you choose.

The Poetry Escape

Dear reader,

      I would first like to thank you for taking the time to explore "The Wonders of Words", let me begin by telling you a little about myself. I've always enjoyed writing poetry since the age of 9 years old.Writing poetry has always allowed me to indulge in visions of my mind and execute that vision through the beauty of words without limitations. No rules, no boundaries just words of emotion expressed through my fingertips, and felt through the essence of my heart and soul. Thus writing poetry, has become my therapeutic escape into a boundless world where words can be spoken without consequence. I have never shared my poetry in a public manner such as this, but i feel ready. I'm looking forward to taking you with me into the essence of limitless expression, and emotion. So come escape with me and enjoy "The Wonder of Words."

Lovely Memory

Walking upon soft petals in a trance,

consumed in the memories of the past,

delicately defining every detail,

waiting, anticipating as calmness surrounds, 

moving slowly, gliding near,

the warmth surrounding as if your still here,

morning rays shining bright from within,

vision embracing the spell unwritten,

as beautiful as ice crystals cascading from above,

two passion's intertwined before spoken words,

overwhelmed with awe at such elegance,

eyes meet and sway into motion,

faint whispers from behind walls,

raindrops fall into ripples of love.