Coming Of Age
Holding the universe at the end of my ball point
It’s like my heart talked and my hands just listened,
Then walked gently down the page
Like strolling pass the stage the graduation
Like my poems coming of age
Cool Culture, The
What culture do we have?
Cool is not a culture
We have become accustom to non-sense
Violence, Hopelessness, Horrors
And it all breeds disillusionment
You not a man,
You not a part of the human continuum
You something else, something less,
Less in-tune with reality
The people talk about real everyday
What’s real, what’s more real?
Who’s the realest?
Because the people aren’t real
Their values aren’t real
Their priorities aren’t real
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