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Nostalgic Remnants A poem by Eric Pellinen Before there were roads to travel lands to explore skies to fly or strange cities to party in there was only a room to occupy strewn with plastic toys made by those who mastered human imagination so you could master yours If you were lucky enough, there was a television sitting in the corner and if you were good enough all you needed was a video game pizza juice to entertain your good friends without doubts, or confusion Your job was nothing more than holding a cheap number 2 pencil writing words or numbers down on cheap paper it may have been a bleary mess or had every wrong answer but there was no need to fear even if you felt guilty, shedding youthful tears Love of Summer was more intense as well as the feeling of Autumn's leaves falling which was the sign of good death to the resurrection of a hopeful Spring There's nothing wrong with looking back at the age where it's too late to change an unforgiving environment put together by unimaginative minds shedding your dollars of pennies all the time Don't be ashamed of escaping a hopeless present by reaching for the nostalgic remnants of a whole past long gone because no matter how things have changed there's always pizza and juice to entertain old friends by playing old school video games.

Unfaithful Happiness A poem by Eric Pellinen Those on top of the world hold firmly to a reliable bottomless pit reaching inside, expecting nothing at all yet taking out priceless ventures worth only as much as loving to avoid it Easy is the ability of achieving exactly what is desired on thrones looking over the smiling faces hiding painful sorrows Hard is finding relief for those who can't have the right to be honest because of the fact that unlimited power creates a barrier the heavy crown prevents from looking over As the man dwelling in their parent's basement struggles on a journey to a pot of real gold at the end of their destiny made out of the fate's glossy rainbows Failures above inside dirty homes with selfish children spoiled by plastic corporate tools created for lazy adults who couldn't maintain helpful imaginations due to ingesting stimulating poisons Sinning is helpful at times when mistakes are worth more than college degrees burned in ancient fireplaces because even if sadness costs a lot it's cheaper than an unfaithful happiness made out of entertaining lies and passionate inauthentic hearts.

Essential Illusions A poem by Eric Pellinen In a Universe occupied by the circumstances of chance can be explained away by the mathematical precision that is gratefully unwritten Life is the hardest to put up with in the softest spots due to the bad habits of too many unnecessary thoughts as the boredom of drunk minds find solace by bashing the smiling faces of tranquility Speeding past the limits of passionate rules written to keep everything safe with no destination but unexpected death for a fool's conclusion There is no time inside the void when it immediately pushes us through the imaginary doorway memories of loved ones keep them alive in a world where they can no longer talk for themselves yet they will be talking to strangers learning to be someone new in a place of their birth or on another spherical rock filled with essential waters bearing the thinking fruits of active lives As new illusions are imagined for survival the same sacrifices are made to build clocks for measuring the difference between nights and days Evolving to discover the gold seasons appropriately worshipping for all the right reasons then fight the right kind of wars to realize the correct form of influential rebellions.

Apologetic Variant A poem by Eric Pellinen The good old days are now nothing more than ash reminding us how spectacularly high the fire rose to the darkened skies lighting our way to better momentary days Destinations could only last as long as we all could come to realize balanced agreements of miscommunications leading to bad forms of new educations revolving repetitions of the past's worst conclusions Vivisections ripping the idyllic souls of society's progressive goals because when memory is inherited what has been seen before with fresh new eyes mistake it as a brand new surprise same old lies get louder with bright days along with dead silent nights Sometimes it's best to look from afar instead of looking too close for too many details are useless to expose As time is the one tool young minds forget to use when it's appropriate to light the big fuse bursting fresh fires even making the Sun envious of those it serves without question Fumes are the poetry of human imagination required for the survival of those attempting to become the fittest the smell could be bad but also feel good No need for variants of apologetic innocence as the free thinking free loving living sing their songs alive upon Earth's indifference.