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Social Network

I remember when conversations happened face to face
I look around witnessing what has become n untouched disgrace
Person after person nose first into a device that's connected
Am I the only one speaking the turmoil that has truly erected
Why is everyone condoning habits that are completely destroying interaction
Is it because it is cool or just your unknown desired selfish satisfaction
selfish satisfaction I mean so called acceptance of your piers
Looking to post something unordinary like that will erase your fears
People read each post on FB like every one of them is true
But in the end they are just posts to gain the attention of YOU
People are not so happy believe me they suffer as deep
They post what they feel others will read even if the lie is steep
I miss people calling you over asking for advice
Now they watch to calculate how many LIKES they receive on their device
How many friends do I have how many cool pictures for them to view
If you call 100 of those online friends maybe one would know what to do
Only one would respond because only one truly cares 
Only one will drop their own needs to wipe your tears
Popularity is now a plateau in our social networking society
People have made IG, TWEETS and facebook their top priority
Why read about others lives when you have enough to adjust
Simply because popularity and acceptance is just a selfish must
Selfies, status change, new pics have taken the front seat
Sending them out in the web being viewed by someone you didn't even meet
Anyone can type what you want to hear instead of what needs to be said
Because not just anyone is a friend people have become your critic instead
I have 0 friends on FB, never IG and I only share life with who is closer
75% of those on the networks I label as a new age posers
Everyone wants attention that's the stem of the problem at hand
I hope they like me, I hope they accept me, I  think I like who I am 
Stop allowing devices N social networks to dictate how U project your feelings inside
Put the phone down give your loved one a hug now that instills pride
Say hi to their face don't post a simple hello and wait for responses in your mail
just admit there is an issue of epidemic proportion or we will truly fail
So please try some way to spread the words I've chosen to write
Say no to social networking destruction join the new found fight
I hope all ends well no matter how you choose to view my opinions
I just hope for a world where people are not digitally connected minions

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Allow Me To Shine

I have been a man since before I was a child
Having moments so harsh sending me into the wild
As a boy 14 I learned the man in our home was not dad
I learned my biological father recommends abortion my mom left sad
She refused due to her belief
Only her parents as her relief
As a young man saving to move out on my own
I received a call on a bowling alley phone
My stepfather had done something to my sister
I went from Sean the teen to MR
my mother confided in me bringing truth to light
He hurt my sister so deep this cant be right
He looked at me and lied to my face
My life accelling at an uncontrollable pace
He went to jail where he deserved to be
I was left to support my family
I became a man the instant I heard my mother cry
I remembered her strength when she refused to let me die
I watched as she wept tears forming a puddle
I told her to go where she could climb from the rubble
I told her find happiness whatever it takes I will do
just want my mother back I love you
find the path toward a new beginning
you did nothing wrong he was responsible for the sinning
I could not believe our world came crashing down
Hard to smile when your family wears a frown
I grew from these moments became a man
on the frontline through experience no idea no plan
I became a father shortly after 
that was my chance at a new chapter
I grew stronger as each day passed bye
Never seeking therapy to find out why
One of my most defining mistakes to date
I would learn the downfalls a little to late
After years of constant growth I became ill
major depression, suicidal prescribed pill after pill
Hospitalized for my recovery to take place
Couldn't look in the mirror at my very own face
I learned too many lessons the hard way over the years
holding back memories hiding the tears
I never had a crutch to lean on when strife appeared
had to rise to the occasion live up to my beard
had to face that mirror and tell myself 
You will rise above adversity but you need help
I have been in therapy for over 15 years in total
learned so much about feelings it made me hopeful
But the problem is no one around me has received the same
So when it comes to explaining myself others look at me in shame
They don't understand the feeling process as I have learned
Knowledge is a power through therapy I have earned
why do others see my knowledge my growth as rude
I try to explain my opinions and beliefs they get misconstrued

offer new life to me and I will keep mine
I imagine they someday allow me to shine

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Realistic Goal

When life comes at us hard we have to rise to the occasion
If we cannot weather the storm we circum to a harsh invasion
Our hearts become invaded by those who bring us down
Our souls become possessed by questions with answers that cant be found
Why do we choose to be surrounded by people that tear us apart
Why not eliminate negativity and reclaim our natural heart
When others continue to beat you with their continuous rejection
We find ourselves stuck in search for positive affection
Why suffer the treatment they give us when walking away holds a chance
a chance to find something real something happy take a glance
look outside your walls and see what else surrounds where you are
Remember life is a choice don't let anyone contain you in a jar
Escape from unhealthy treatment surround yourself with respect
show those who take advantage of your kindness that you are no reject
If we continue to allow their behavior to dictate our emotion 
We will never find those who truly give us their complete devotion
People want to treat us like they don't want us in their world at all
I say let them be they will no longer watch me fall
I want to be in a world where people like me and support what I believe
I'm tired of feeling like I'm living in a world where others choose to deceive
I want to feel accepted appreciated for the person I've become over the years
I refuse to believe I deserve these selfish piers
I'm breathing air that they tell us we deserve to share
Our opinions are hindered by our inner most fears
fear of being alone suffering wiping your own tears
I have been uncomfortable treated as If I don't exist
I am through with negative influences positive it what I insist
living under a thumb under a microscope like a failure or peasant
I want to live in a world where I am completely accepted because I am pleasant
to those who suffer these words I speak so fluently 
If you reside in that kind of world you have reason for truancy
Walk away from misery find something that makes you feel whole
Because living free starts with this realistic goal

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A Fugitive On the Run

I robbed a bank today 
Suprisingly
 I got away
The cops were just seconds behind
The money so much money
is mine
I cant believe
I pulled it off
Just a hoodie, bandana,
and a plastic gun airsoft
I told that teller 
give it all to me
So scared 
so frightened was she
put in the bag 
stuff it nice and full
or I will be forced
to give this trigger a pull
Everyone stand down 
not a single noise
I pulled it off
with stellar poise
As I left 
I had goosebumps up my spine
I finished it like the movies
in record time
I got away I made it 
no repercussion in sight
Until I was alone
that very same night
Couldn't stay out of the windows in my home
They showed my photo on the news
(I must be known)
What did I do
there is no turning back
Need to stuff this money
into my pack
Stuck constantly 
looking over my shoulder
Life as I knew it
is completely over
Going to hit the road
see what I can find
The worry the guilt 
racing through my mind
I thought I was successful
but the aftermath isn't fun
Wait this means 
I am a FUGITIVE on the run

4/1/16

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Poetry Is My Outlet

I have grown thus far in life knowing many forms of outlet for my depression
I have seen many outcomes arise and fall into what I refer to as  "feeling regression"
Writing is the only outlet that truly allows feelings to leave your inner soul
You can write in a vast variety of forms yet one makes me feel whole
I write the inner most feelings of not only myself also including those around me
I have seen all walks of life first hand and found where I truly want to be
I have longed for inner peace inner acceptance of whom I truly have become
I am now a father, a stepfather a man and my Mothers son
And yet the only way I can share these feelings with no form of regret
Is in the form of unstructured poetry it is my only true outlet

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Where Do I Belong Part 1

I have done it all yet I still have some worry
I need to focus to get through this flurry
I want to help others I want to succeed
I want a chance to once again help those in need
See my worries are real its turning into fear
I helped thousands in a shelter so close to here
I watched men enter daily into a shelter of last resort
Yet one lesson stood out to me that frontline experience taught
The system is failing men women and especially children
They instill false hope then shun them to an outdated building
they stack them in bunk beds give them an economical meal
They let them enter and exit with no regard for how they feel
they expect these people to reside side by side with those who suffer addiction
When they have tried to remain sober that's a torturous affliction
they ask a struggling alcoholic to sleep a foot from a inebriated man 
Who drank a fifth of vodka on his way still holding the bottle in his hand
They ask those who shoot dope to sleep a foot away from someone with a syringe
I could share stories of horror that could make anyone cringe
I watched healthy men down on their luck
Stand on a corner in search for a buck
I watched these men deteriorate as every day had passed
I watched at least 20 eat a horrible meal from a shelter as their last
Dying in a system that sets them up for failure and strife
It is by far the worst most possible circumstance to call life

Please read where do I belong part 2

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Thats Politics

Politics what does this even mean?
We watch these debates but truth isn't seen
We see one empty promise after another
We see deception between each democratic,diplomatic brother
foreign policy border control stirring controversy
yet Americans being beheaded on the web pervertedly
Watching the world collapse one act of terrorism at a time
Cops killing people before convicted of any crime
Yet we fight over who can represent us the best
I say put old school politics to rest
We became a nation that supports foreign before homegrown
Watch military vets get denied government assistance after limbs were blown
blown away fighting for foreign democracy
politicians excepting kickbacks nothing but hipocracy
We have a man who states only one true factor in his campaign 
Make America great again jump on the winning trump train
Clinton has no clue what she will even to do for this country
Put her in office with evil leaders stating I dare you to confront me
Why have one leader in a nation that praises unity
Cant we have ourselves a group of liberals protecting each community
instead we are forced to choose a side choose one woman or man
But neither will admit everyone needs a helping hand
Debating about who hands are larger than the next
Social media trapping americans into government monitored text
They set us up like minions in their digital world with access to the web
Then threaten us with leadership of a bush brother named Jeb
What has this country done lately besides grow in population
Our country is failing we are becoming a laughed at nation
When were we truly great how could we even measure
Every founding moment was driven in seek of treasure
We have cheated, stolen killed innocent people for gains
Then act as we are politically correct when sweeping away the remains
One building after another filled with corporate power and money
What we need is relief for those who already reside in this country
Maybe if they spent a moment looking at the facts already noted
They wouldn't pick the leader who lies, cheats steals to get voted
Stop asking these candidates what they can do to make us greater
Truth is politicians are people who love control of each classified crater
Once this country learns that every nation is truly in the same boat
Then and only then would unity gain them a more unified meaningful vote
Instead our borders are compromised flooded without a trace
Stop allowing our countries fate to be decided by a presidential race

That's Politics

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Where Do I Belong Part 2

As days passed and men fell to the hand of death while homeless
I grew into a depression that left me viewing the system as hopeless
I grew so ill that my life fell apart one missed day at a time
I just couldn't watch these human beings get punished without committing a crime
I couldnt continue to bury these people who suffered without being given a chance
See those whom do not encounter shelters, resort to stereotypes at first glance
Civilians have no idea what homeless really means
Imagine panhandling in your neighborhood for a can of beans
Imagine walking 12 miles from a shelter that was already filled to the max
Then arrive at the next to be told the beds were full you get handed a mat
you have to sleep on the floor of a shelter full of hidden disease
people tripping over you while you sleep curled up holding your knees
these are the very reasons I am afraid to return to the homeless population
But inside I know I can change the views of our ignorant nation
I want to open the eyes of those who refuse to acknowledge whats true
Thousands are homeless going without meals thousands of people like you
one day is all it takes to lose all that we possess in our everyday life
you could be struck by a fire tomorrow that takes your home children and wife
End up in a shelter filled to capacity no help no purpose or direction
Standing on a corner with a sign being judged when you search for affection
See why I ask the question at hand wondering if I should return
To help those people stuck in a failing system being burned
As I continue to find my final destination I continue to grow emotionally strong
Struggle in my eyes is time to build knowledge and prepare for where I belong

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Fly Among the Birds

Where has the time gone is todays only question
If there is no true answer please forward me your suggestion
It seems that I have woke up and found myself in the future
awakened to the struggles of trying to mend open wounds with a suture
I watch these scars as they heal in front of my eyes
How did these scars allover my skin even arise
How did I allow others to have such an impact of significant longevity
How could I remain carrying these burdens weighing on me so heavily
I can remember almost every moment of strife I have endured
Yet I can hardly remember my successes this struggle is obsurd
I cannot continue to allow others to influence negative thinking 
I cannot and will not any longer my boat is no longer sinking
See I have found new glory like no other I have ever known
for this soul reason I am able to grasp on the facts that I have truly grown
I remember allowing others to make me feel or question who I am
Never knowing in the end I would still be the same man
Yes I have grown I have moved on yet my beliefs were always intact
Never being allowed to share them always ending up attacked
I truly believe that others will also someday become wiser with age
I only hope in their moments they remember locking my feelings in a cage
When the day comes forth and others actually realize the truth
I was a man who never experienced necessary times of youth
I have been judged based upon the youngest years and times of my existence
But one thing remained true I always fought with such persistence
Never once did I ask for what I was given as a struggle
Being a boy forced into manhood not taught only TOLD to juggle
I rose to the occasions I stood tall in the moments others fell
yet I was treated as if I were the man who was not well
people despise honesty and treat kindness as an unforgiven weakness
Yes you have heard that before but never has hearing it left you speechless
I have been dealt moments of confusion due to kindness mistaken for ill intention
Never once was being kind intended by myself as a ploy for detention
I only truly wanted to be kind because that is who I truly am inside
I leave today saying for the first time I have not enjoyed this whole ride
I have however enjoyed many moments along the way
In hopes of vindication I admit I am thankful for every day
To those who relate or feel as though you wrote these words
I share my life my feelings to help others fly among the birds

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What Ect Did For Me

I WAS CIRCUMED TO THIS TREATMENT 7 TIMES TO BE EXACT
YOU ARE RIGHT WHEN STATING THE INSUATING FACT
THEY RUIN YOUR TODAY PROMISING BETTER TOMORROW
STILL CONTINUING TO BE STUCK IN MY BIPLOAR SORROW
EXCEPT THE NEW MEMORY LOSS I ENCOUNTER ON A DAILY BASIS
I GUESS SANITY DOESNT INCLUDE A SUSTAINABLE HOMEOSTASIS
I WAS TOLD I BECAME VIOLENT AFTER TREATMENTS THEY PROVIDED
I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO NOTICED THE ANTI SEIZURAL MEDICATION THAT WAS STILL BEING PROVIDED
HARD TO INDUCE A SEIZURE WHEN MEDICATED TO DO THE OPPOSITE
DOCTOR SAYS TO ME DIRECTLY HE CRANKED THE KNOB TO A POINT HE WASNT COMFORTABLE WITH
SO I SUFFERED HIGHER VOLTAGE SO THEY COULD GIVE ME THEIR CURE
AGAIN I FORGET EVERYTHING AND I STILL FEEL INSECURE
MEMORY LOSS IS THE LEAST OF MY STORIES TO BE TOLD OF ECT
THEY DIDNT CURE ANYTHING THEY SIMPLY ELECTROCUTED ME
I SUFFERED ALL OF THESE TREATMENTS JUST TO RETURN TO A EMPTY HOME
CONTINUING SUICIDAL THOUGHTS THEY LEFT IN MY MIND TO ROAM
SOMEDAY I HOPE TO BE REMEMBERED BECAUSE LIFE HAS ONLY SHOWN ME OVERLOOKED
GUESS I WAS THE ONLY ONE READING THE LIST OF MEDICATIONS IN MY FILE BEFORE THE TEATMENTS WERE BOOKED
THEY SEDATE YOU AND YOU AWAKE TO STUDENTS WATCHING YOU CONVULSE
INSTEAD OF THE MEMORIES I HAVE WISH THEY ERASED MY PULSE
I NOW SURVIVED ANOTHER TRAGIC LIFE EXPERIENCE THAT FUELS MY BIPOLAR RACING MIND
SUICIDE NEVER SEEMED SO DESIRABLE... FUNNY IN THE RESEARCH THAT FACT I DIDNT FIND
SO STUCK HERE DREAMING OF THE BULLET THAT FINALLY ERASES MY PAIN
STILL UNDER THE CLOUD OF ELECTRO CONVULSIVE THERAPY INDUCED RAIN