this is actually 2 poems I'm putting together. I'm not quite sure how they'll fit together.. but please respond and critique. Praise always makes me feel good too 
-- oh you'll like this delicate flower
Sex is so pervasive, and I hate it. Not so much the sex itself, but really how we've made it. Take it from something so beautiful and profound where spiritual intamacy is found to where the ecstacy of lust is sound. And is justified in statements claiming resistless temptations, as if you were the only beings on Earth and your only time was now. Then we give birth -- not to babies but to mistakes. This permiscous thought left a woman alone because the man didn't have the balls to stay. Of cource they first sought woman and she didn't have the wisdom to walk away. Left Bereeved and bewilldered is this premature bas.tard blessing pleading with a beating bleeding heart for a breast he'll learn to lust for from the start. then we want to question why our families are falling apart. "What happened to those family values where a child respects his mother and father?" - " You better respect me child, I brought you into this world and I can take you out!" I want to know how in the world you bring a child here on accident, then deprive ti's innocence by using this OBJECT to pay your rent. Some of these fathers actually love their children, but all you want to see is a child support check. Stop wrecking lives and strive to build futures. Greed is pleading for you to suit your - linen closet, but I believe your best investment is that living treasure. It's better to feed a child and starve, than to deprive the child and die. You perspective doesn't see past yourself, and I don't know how to open your eyes.
this is the part I'm adding that was written before.
We went from family first, where blood brothers meant something for life, to a height of depression where our families only hope is that our parents will be taken care of in nursing homes. Hearts torn, hearts shown, hearts poured drugs into old folks to supress their opressed mourning voices. Love's stored in belt buckles scorning across a child's slinder back. If he were a few years older he'd have learned how to fight back. But bear-backed in his reflection shows scars as red as valentines. Shines a light in his mothers eyes, finds them pierced from her fathers lies. He's tried to forgive but finds it so hard in the life that he's lived. Still tables are flipped, he's been hit, on the back of the head and not for anything that he did. This is tripped! - out of space, out of time, he's had an out of body expirience because he was bleeding something serious. A kid of 13, if life was a hockey game he'd be knocked delirious even before he left the first period.
Well.. you can see the second wasn't completed. Maybe I should reverse the two, or maybe add some better closure and leave it the way it is. I'm posting for suggestions, so help me out
-- oh you'll like this delicate flower Sex is so pervasive, and I hate it. Not so much the sex itself, but really how we've made it. Take it from something so beautiful and profound where spiritual intamacy is found to where the ecstacy of lust is sound. And is justified in statements claiming resistless temptations, as if you were the only beings on Earth and your only time was now. Then we give birth -- not to babies but to mistakes. This permiscous thought left a woman alone because the man didn't have the balls to stay. Of cource they first sought woman and she didn't have the wisdom to walk away. Left Bereeved and bewilldered is this premature bas.tard blessing pleading with a beating bleeding heart for a breast he'll learn to lust for from the start. then we want to question why our families are falling apart. "What happened to those family values where a child respects his mother and father?" - " You better respect me child, I brought you into this world and I can take you out!" I want to know how in the world you bring a child here on accident, then deprive ti's innocence by using this OBJECT to pay your rent. Some of these fathers actually love their children, but all you want to see is a child support check. Stop wrecking lives and strive to build futures. Greed is pleading for you to suit your - linen closet, but I believe your best investment is that living treasure. It's better to feed a child and starve, than to deprive the child and die. You perspective doesn't see past yourself, and I don't know how to open your eyes.
this is the part I'm adding that was written before.
We went from family first, where blood brothers meant something for life, to a height of depression where our families only hope is that our parents will be taken care of in nursing homes. Hearts torn, hearts shown, hearts poured drugs into old folks to supress their opressed mourning voices. Love's stored in belt buckles scorning across a child's slinder back. If he were a few years older he'd have learned how to fight back. But bear-backed in his reflection shows scars as red as valentines. Shines a light in his mothers eyes, finds them pierced from her fathers lies. He's tried to forgive but finds it so hard in the life that he's lived. Still tables are flipped, he's been hit, on the back of the head and not for anything that he did. This is tripped! - out of space, out of time, he's had an out of body expirience because he was bleeding something serious. A kid of 13, if life was a hockey game he'd be knocked delirious even before he left the first period.
Well.. you can see the second wasn't completed. Maybe I should reverse the two, or maybe add some better closure and leave it the way it is. I'm posting for suggestions, so help me out
