The Good Old Days Of The Nineteen Ninties

Remembering the good old days

when we could play in the streets

stay out till nine catching fireflies

hang outside under a tree

painting or drawing till evening day break

when you didn’t need parent’s at your side

you were trusted to open your front door and come in at nine

those were the good old days of fun and play

when Saturday morning cartoons were the best cartoons on

Times have changed so drastically since Ninteen-ninty nine

Now you have to keep the doors and windows locked and stay everywhere by your child’s side

You can’t stay outside playing in the streets like we did as kids.

Where’s the freedom and reality gone

from 1999-2015 it’s gone to the dogs

You always have to know what’s going on

kids are no longer free to live and and have fun as we did once

what happened to live long and prosper

trust and rely

a different age

a unknown new world we live and die

unfamiliar, not how we were raised brought up on

He-man, Shira, The beast master

Reading rainbow, and much more fun learning and interactive good shows

What’s life got now

My honest thought is a lot more trash

defiantly not Punky Brewster,


Care bears

or learning good morals health smart brain foods

and healthy meals

This time we live is such busy stress and no family time in so many families around the world

I miss the days of the nineteen nineties

Those alone were the good old days.

Broken And Forgotten Tears

Broken And Forgotten Tears

Given time it’s said it may return and all will be fine

in my heart I try to feel, see and believe

though I just don’t foresee it coming back to me

I fear this may be too real

for someone to one day know you inside and out and all the way around

yet then totally forget you as if you never were anything

others may not understand and may be okay with the new ways

Though for me this is too deep and too real to let go of for eternity

When one person means the world to me

yet has faded and drifted out of reality

I can not face or accept this

I can not make myself happy over this

I have given my entire life over this one person

I have spent every hour of everyday sharing writings and song with this person

to just sit back letting this person slip away and forget me as if I never even remained

I’d rather accept death than heartbreak an heartache

this rips my heart to pieces and tears me at it’s seams

I once shared everything with this person

they were my realities and my family

now they stare the unknown fear of strangers in my eyes

making black shadows form in my soul hidden in fear and tears fall from beneath my eyes.

I can not hide my fact of me sitting here beginning to cry

everything becoming erased and ripped from deep within every craves within me

feeling violated of all my secrets and personal things I entrusted within them as I once had

nothing left but a fearful blank stare making me sad and cry each broken tear.

broken and forgotten tears

left to flood any feelings still waiting to share once more that I may never see that day

This is the truth and the pain I can not face