A Modern Twist.

A man of passion they say,
A figment of imagination to most.
A figure of outstanding grace,
A lost soul who needs saving,
A mirage of values,
Yet to far gone to know his head from his ass.

He walks through life,
Admired by many,
disgusted by some,
Loved by a few.

Intrigued by love,
but not in love.
Intrigue by light,
Yet stands in darkness.
The assumptive glance,
or the calculated measure.

Sick of the conclusions,
Sick of the game.
Tired of miscalculations,
okay with the inevitable.

Stop assuming,
You assumptive ass.
Just because I love the concept of love,
Hell I write about it,
Doesn't mean I'm in love.

Addressing the questions,
avoiding the answers.
Facing the criticism,
expecting the reality.

Twisted by the ways of the world,
Twisted by life,
Tainted by Grace,
A Tainted hope.
With an Attained measure of it all.

A man of passion,
A figment of virtue,
and Brushed with the lust of living.

I was raised with conservative values,
I still hold true to the concept.
Coming to grips,
acting as you know,
accepting of the faults,
Working on the weaknesses.

Well Dressed, well preserved,
nearly spoiled.

A calculated approach,
A well thought out presentation.
Prejudged by the masses,
accepted by some,
tolerated by most.

Time is ticking sir,
where are you headed?
They say we are the chosen few,
a choice generation by they whom share association..
Yet, despised by the masses.

Not understanding the dream your dreaming.
The feeling like something doesn't feel right,
And knowing it's all in your head.
You can't put a finger on it,
knowing that you can't see it.

We are the chosen few,
Don't let me waste it, Don't let me blow it.

A modern man you are,
full of pride,
full of confidence.
You know your place in this world,
You know the tune.

Loving the concept of love,
Loving the concept of living,
Seeing the concepts of reality,
Not truly able to grasp it.

Though we are the chosen few,
We're still waiting,
and not sleeping.

Standing the test of time,
It evolves to another,
Like a modern man,
it grew, yet alas,
and still the same man.

I want to break the mirror of this modern man.
I want to shatter the realism, the nondescript conceptualism he portrays.

In my mind he stays,
In my mind it lasts.
Everywhere I look,
Everywhere I turn.

Like a modern man you came,
Torn to pieces you came out..
It makes me feel like..
It makes me feel like...

Feb 24, 2019.