Here is a piece I wrote yesterday. I suppose it's something of a a poetic tirade. Nevertheless it's about something that's been on my mind lately. Comments appreciated.

 Mr. Media

I don't know about you, but I can't stand the media
Television? I'm looking for my encyclopedia

Commercials and ads are slowly rotting my mind
It's only a matter of time, before my perceptions are blind

Look at the way they choose to convey women and girls
All photo edited and perfect, displaying their lies to the world

Look at the way they tell us eating junk is healthy
We can afford good food, but mentally, we're not wealthy

Look at the politicians, leading young men to kill people
I watched them die on the screen, asking; "we're all created equal"?

The media is so sick and in a sense so are we
And it'll only get worse as far as I can see

But how far can I see when I can't even think?
Everyday told what to wear, watch, eat and drink

It's no wonder I'm insane, still stuck in this mainframe 
Absorbed so much trash, surprised I remember my name

"Fix cars, fender benders", "Buy a new blender"
"Plasma TVs!" "Cell-phones". Return to sender

My whole world is full of rubbish that I just can't stand
The corporate media has got our minds in their hand

Another poem I wrote recently. Comments appreciated.

Daisy

Flowers grow, the winds will blow and I wonder where I've been....
I stood by watched through faithful eyes as my silent time ran thin.


And now it rains, while I'm insane, really don't know where to go.
I might be crazy, my bloody daisy, but I doubt they'll ever know.


I don't know why, they must all decide, committing such awful sin.
Watching blood drip and hearts break, yet somehow they still grin.


Well little daisy, I guess I'm insane, just watching the water flow.
At least the rain drowns out my pain, and your petals can still grow.

Another poem I recently wrote. Leave a comment if you like

Some Days

Some days I can see the signs
Make out something within those eyes
Unsure of vile omens or jubilant chimes
Proud moments or delicate times
Too many roads I couldn't find
Too many days that I was blind
Yet I still opened my mind.

Some day you will read the lines
Make out something within these rhymes
Unsure of loathsome joys or helpless cries
Faded paths in these intricate designs
There are too many roads you can't find
Too many things that keep you blind
They're all just tremors down my spine

Some days, everyone seems to be
Playing with my mind
  

Another poem I wrote. Leave a comment if you like.

Roots

For so long there was one thing that I yearned;
To change a person for the better

After being up and down, I finally learned
Something holds their pain together

Like a tree with roots so deep in the ground
You can try with all your might

Try moving to a place where better soil is abound
Yet, you always lose the fight

Now 'always' is such a silly word
I won't always be around

But I can bet from me you haven't heard
The realization that I found;

One person alone cannot move a tree.
One can only watch it grow

If I so soon die don't worry about me
I'll be watching from above and below.

Another poem I wrote. Leave a comment if you like.

Our Mistakes

Haven’t been around for long, hell I'm only a kid

But I still hear about the stupid things people did

I hear a lot about the problems that history plays back
World War II, the Holocaust, the War in Iraq

It seems that our mistakes are always repeated

In echoes of time, the fight’s always conceded

Even today we persist making weapons for ourselves

Tommorow our kids are putting guns on their shelves

All mechanisms for death. And for what do we strive?

Greed, power, money? That’s all that’ll survive.

So many people die, in their blood we’re drowning

The bodies pile up until we can’t keep counting.

But how can you ask so many people to change?

Leaders can’t stop war, they don’t see an exchange.

Human suffering should dignify a reason to mend.

Nope, war will only stop, when life comes to an end.

The last man on Earth would look at his gun
And realize that his pain has just begun.

He’d realize all the destruction he’d done.

Realize he’s human.

Humanity’s pain is all one.

A poem I wrote about 2 weeks ago. Leave a comment if you like.

Suicide

At night I lie, thinking if I'm suppose to die
Look at your eyes think I'm not suppose to cry

Kept flying and falling, I get not one pause
I'm trying to live my own, but that's a lost cause

Please God just make it all go away
I might not even live, to see another day

Someone tell me they know me, that it'll be alright
Give me some hope so that I may win this final fight

All I hear is silence, all hope has faded away
The clocks swirl my visions, grasp at my dismay

All that's left to do now, is find my friends today
And let them hear, one last thing that I must say

Got to tell the ones I loved that I"ll miss them forever
And one dark morning maybe we'll end up together

Got to tell the ones I need, that I loved, now and then
And maybe one dark morning, we'll see each other again.

Hey everyone and welcome to my space. I'll try to give a little piece of me in everything I write and I hope you leave a little piece of yourself too. Maybe you'll even learn something or develop your own insights through my words. In any case, I hope you enjoy my writing and a glimpse into one mind in an ocean of many.

                               Be happy, be healthy and keep an open mind.

                                                                  Sincerely, David