Program Recorder For A Broken TV

 

Broken jaw must be relevant, ’cause it hangs in despair

Insanity, rebellion; It’s all but a glare

Overwhelming, reliving, this feeling creates strife

Look at all that has become my life

Wow, precious times were, and it was spent like dimes

Smoking those lines, and singing our nursery rhymes

But kids we just were, and now this future is us

I can’t believe in me, you could put all your trust

Loved and lost, and tossed my heart aside

Always to see it come back along for the ride

The raves, oh the rays, oh those days are so missed

Now my youth is just a box of letters and pics

“We’re only halfway there,” and nobody will show the way

I want to so bad, but am to afraid to stay

Bored of my ways, as these years seem to fade

Mixed and battered, like I’m caught frozen in place

Although the trend isn’t a party, or a mixture of sort

It’s that I’ve become just one of society’s floored

I plead against this, “Stand up the system’s role!”

But the truth is, I just couldn’t sleep out in the cold

I hate it. I’m naked, and stripped to claim, “Free.”

Program recorder for a broken TV

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

Jason....your poetry has many messages weaved within the lines...so, I am going to attempt to interpret what you are saying, only as I understand it.

It sounds as one is settling for 1/2 a life, in a place where they would rather not be, looking back to glory days when times were free, but wild, but those of youth, while being aware of the wisdom gained for "today" came from those times that were spent foolishly like dimes - cheap thrills, a dime a dozen.

Though the pull and desire is great to leave, and perhaps return to some of those ways, one is not ready to take the chance, as so much as been required, and would be required again to be claimed "free", so settlement, a deal of sorts is reached to remain as is...naked, floored, caught frozen in place....that really says it all....is actually like being a program recorder for a broken TV.....doing the same over and over again!
The action is there, but the life, the picture is absent.
Such a cycle!!
Very interesting perspective!!
Sheila

[Voice11]

well I like the weaving of it all! Only the writer knows truly of its meaning, and sometimes these kinds are the best kinds.

[Anastasia Starlena]

You know i feel this same way I am stuck only to realize I want to claw my way back to my youth. Oh to go back with the knowledge we have now. Would we be able to have that good wholesome clean fun we miss now in our 30's? I do know how this feels. You want to recapture that youth without the stupidity. But now you can only move forward. Great piece.

[Fran Marie]

Another great piece from your talented pen~ a most

powerful write with indepth emotions ~ wonderfully penned my friend

Fran Marie

[Ladysue]

This is so layered with tremendous depth. I love the ending...A strong piece filled with a myriad of emotions!!! Very absorbing and yes, interesting perspective.

[The Message]

I loved the word play used in this piece, it just flows off the tongue (Or eye, I suppose) effortlessly.

[Zaila]

Now, if I'm interpreting this correctly, which I'm probably not. There's a lot of talk about being stuck in a rut so to speak. A pattern, boring and nothing like your wilder days. However, you fear to return to the wild destruction and free lifestyle because you can't provide for yourself. Your stability leaves when you do that. Am I wrong? Probably. But it's one interpretation at least. Lol.

[ICE]

Wow Jason...this is another great piece of work. There seems to be a lot of reflecting back on your youth ...questioning what your role is now in life and looking for someone to tell you what to do.
This is well penned!

[Flow~]

I like how you express the passing of time and how we recall our youth. Very nice write and the flow was smooth.

[deeps]

I can really feel what you have penned here. Such powerful emotion here. Well stated and written.