O the vexation of my paltry demise, for I do not see the light of eternity.
How shall I love one so fickle, eye for an eye tooth for a tooth, or may I turn the other cheek with the captivity of my mind,
I am no longer confused as to whom I shall serve. As they all surround me with a plethora of unconditional love.
My name is Robert R. Youngblood. I was born in Youngstown, Ohio, and I love words. Some artists use water colors and a paint brush to make a picture. I like to use words. I also love sunsets and long walks on the beach. LOL. Poets I admire: Jim Morrison, Stan Rice, and Anthony Kiedis.
In the cold dark conduits of my cortex
Mirrored images of madness fill my mind
There is a deceptive loathing in the
Decadence of society so I must break the
Decay of my unconscious thoughts
For I will never be a part of the stoic
Conformity of the faithful, I must revel
In the pleasures of the flesh
You lie to me and I’ll lie to you,
We all lie to ourselves you know that’s true.
I can speak what’s wrong, you can speak
What’s right, the lies will lead to fighting by
The end of the night.
The more you say I’m guilty is the more I’ll
Say it’s true. It’s all these lies we tell,
Ourselves that’s how I know we’re through
Three puppies in the road all alone and in the cold, you hear them cry you here them weep and you cannot get to sleep. So you open the door and let them in now you know love comes from within.
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