Quote

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excited the sensitive soul to tears. 


Edgar Allen Poe  

How do you?

How can you put into words what you have, when you never thought you would have it?
How can you describe something you've gotten that you accepted you would never get?
How do you handle getting what you have always wanted when you've gone with out for so long?

You just do.

What should I do?

I think of what you did to me and what I wanted you to do,
I cannot decide if I love you or I hate you.
You hurt me deeper than anyone before you,
I want to hurt you back and make you bleed.
I want to love you and hear your voice again,
I want things to be like they once were.
My heart sings for peace, but my mind screams for war.
Do I love our past or hate your memory,
Can I hold on to your hope or throw away your heart?
Do I live with you or die with me?
What should I do?

Where?

Where is the voice to say enough? Where is the voice that will rise up and guide us? Where is the voice that even the quiet must listen to? The voice that speaks without uttering a word. Where is the voice that will open eyes, minds and hearts? Where is the voice that we will wake up to? The voice that will make us see where we truly are and how we can escape? Torture, rape, murder, decay, death. People using and abusing each other. People hating just to hate. Who will save us from this pit we are in? Where is the voice who will end the darkness and bring hope? Where is the voice that will rise up and say when? We need a voice. Where is it? Who does it belong to? Will we be waiting forever?

Generation X

I am a member of what people call 'Generation X'. Why are we called Generation X? I think it is because there is nothing else to be. Where is the voice to listen to? Where are the leaders? The Ideas that change the world? Where are the Dr. Martin Luther Kings, the Malcolm X's, The Roosevelt's of our time? All the good ideas have been thought and sold. All the good themes used up and turned into theme parks. Who is there to look up to? Where are the fists in the air, the marching feet, the sound of will and individuality? There seems to be just this nothingness ahead of us. We are surrounded by mutiny instead of unity. Where are the ones to lead the change, and make the differences in the world? Everything is overdone and used up. What is left for us? Where are those who will stand? Those who will make tomorrow? Where are we? We are not Generation X by choice, there is just nothing else to be.

Corners

The loneliest place in the world

Is an empty corner.

Your life, the world, and the ones you love

Are behind you.

Nothing and no one beside you,

Nothing and no one in front of you.

A dead end.

An empty corner.

In loving memory

Gone But Not Forgotten.

Rest In Peace

Brandon Bruce Lee