What ever happened to love?

What ever happened to “I think I can…”

Picnics on the beach.

And making love in the sand?

Ice skating at the park.

But standing in one little stance.

Holding each other close,

To saving the last dance?

What ever happened to liking someone,

For who they really are.

Now who you really are,

doesn’t go very far.

What ever happened

 to looking for what’s on the inside.

Now it’s how much we are wearing,

we only look at the outside.

Why are the guys with gear,

Get that good looks implied.

When average guys,

Get there feelings denied.

What ever happened,

To just having a conversation?

Now talking honestly,

doesn’t have very much communication.

Now conversations,

And going out, isn’t the same.

Now it is all about looks,

And who has the best game.

Or who is wearing the newest shoes.

Or who car looks the best.

What ever happened to feeling good about what you wear,

even if you paid less?

What ever happened to cuddling with someone,

laying down just to have rest?

Now laying down,

Is just for the sex.

Since when do people drive around,

Just to be seen?

What ever happened to driving around,

To feel a cool breeze?

What ever happened to being in love?

Staying up late at night on the phone?

And when you wake up in the morning,

you feel nothing could go wrong?

And since when is love,

not enough?

Our generation is making staying with someone,

Too tough.

Now love is just a distant dream.

No more warm hearts,

or doing special things.

No more random calls,

just to say “I love you”

Just lonely nights,

teary eyes and feeling blue.

We search so hard for what’s on the outside

we forget what the insides do.

Hearts are often broken,

I guess dreams don’t come true…

No more comfort,

and happy times and memories I miss.

It is a shame that everything,

Has come to this.

What ever happened to just loving God,

And living a good life.

Now you have to impress everyone,

Trying with all your might.

What ever happened to just being friends.

Now everyone must have a girl or a man.

What ever happened to staring at your real self in the mirror?

What ever happened to getting married?

And staying that way… forever.

When I look into the eyes of myself through the mirror, what do I see? A lost soul squirming like a worm in the sea of everlasting confusion. A pitiful delusion of stolen dreams and jealousy of this lone Aquarius conquering me.

And when I look into the eyes of jealousy, what do I see? An envious man walking destroying his life because of hate in his eyes. How he despises the human within and can’t live without wanting what others have destroys him.

And when I look into the eyes of envy, what do I see? A definition of me. A lonely boy wandering through the dark forest questioning my every thought. How I brought myself in this fire, and to have this evil ambition and winning desire overcome me.

And when I look into the eyes of ambition, what do I see? I see a worthless unachievable goal lost on the outskirts of hate. How I negate my own ability to construe even the toughest of life, I deny myself ever so quickly.

And when I look into the eyes of hate, what do I see? Again I see that jealous man, roaming through life with nothing to live off of but pride. Awaiting the high tide of forgiveness to come wash away his powerless body and send forth a new being.

And when I look into the eyes of pride, what do I see? I see a deadly sin destroying the already dead ruins of what lies within me. How I hate the fact of my life to do what I can’t adore. But what I adore I cannot do so I lie defeated on the floor.

And when I look into the eyes of defeat, what do I see? I see Lucifer approaching me with his heated staff striking near. How I see myself so clear and write my problems down is strange on this sheet of paper knowing nothing will change.

And when I look into the eyes of change, what do I see? I see a regeneration of a man that knows his life has got to enter a new view. How he has to screw the nail of lust back into his loveless life, to run the power of thrust into his motive.

And when I look into the eyes of lust, what do I see? I see her, the love of my life straying away from her lost love. How she prays for a dove to come save her from this infatuation for a man that will never be whole again.

And when I look into the eyes of whole, what do I see? I see completion. The fact of ones knowledge of absolution. How I feel so dissolute without it. For if she leaves me, I would be through, and there will be no eyes to look into.

So then I look into the eyes of absolution, what do I see? I see the deliverance from ones incoherent heart into a world of exact liberation. One’s nation is how he makes it. And one doesn’t just sit about to be moved, but moves what he see fit to be moderate.

And again, when I look into myself in the mirror, now what do I see? A tear drop falling off the face of a boy who has to a conclusion. A pitiful delusion of stolen dreams and jealousy of this lone Aquarius conquering me.

You are a Queen in your world. Bow… to your presence.

Because finally you have me.

No more lonely nights of crying on your knees.

Because your beauty deserves better than that.

That isn’t an opinion, it is a well-represented fact.

Time to stand up for yourself, and finally give yourself a good night. Out with the old, in with the new.

And let you and I take flight. Let your man know he is on borrowed time.

Because if my dreams are true…Soon you’ll be mine.

“Back story behind this poem, I wrote this in May 2006 after I met this young lady who I would end up dating for a little bit in 2008. After I wrote this poem, I never thought I’d ever talk to her again and then that happens. Crazy right? No we’re not together, I believe she’s married with a kid or two. I must admit I’m a bit nervous about having my work out here but I wrote it so long ago, I don’t think it’s half bad.”