Death of the Unconditional

Bumping into people, crowded city streets,

Feeling all alone.

Yeah I got friends, but in the end,

I'm by myself in my home.

Going to the same places,
sickening smiling blushing faces,
happy, crappy, carbon copy clones.
Made up holiday, with hearts and cartoons,
placed up on cards and balloons,
Hah!!  The mindless drones.
Pretending there is nothing amiss,
with this production to create,
epic revenue streams,
seems unloving if I don't participate.
The unconditional,
has become fictional.


LA Kellam

Let it Go

Decided to go through Nostalgia
a trip through memory lane
Expected relived glory
Instead received pain
Great expectations
led to disappointments again

Heart was guilty of the deception,
Fault was based on perception,
Penny for my thoughts,
This was flawed,
from it's inception.


By
LA Kellam