Forgotten sight

[Paddygirl]

The grey, blacked-out, path of a thousand followers, - nice image, perhaps leave out grey so as not to confuse the 'blacked out'
Thousand, million voice the facts, opinions thrown to the side of them. -again, nicely put, we are told what to think but can't have an opinion, repeating 'thousand' throws the million (s) voice... a little though
Stars chucked across black out skies; -like the description
Meteors, shooting stars, cast back down to earth;
Ripped from hollow headed mantels, hacked from orange damsels, far from distress, -a little confused on hollow headed mantels but love the faked tanned females and the sarcasm of 'far from distressed'
The popular life, kids, mass-producers, controlled through made up, fantasized realisms,
Thrown with cigarettes, thrown with joints, thrown with drugs,
Torn from worn televisions with pictures of hallucinating public statues and tragic stories; -really like the image of 'worn televisions' here

Lost boys with only a companion to the left and right, ridiculed by attractive organisms.
Forgotten with wars, visionaries and slavery,
Wasted youth, deteriorated from birth, the scolding mark in their mind, scaring them from loving, feeling and forgetting.
Wondering only in solitary packs, two or three at a time,
Called from non-existing phones, bursting with false friendships, (social networkings a real bitch eh!)
Only the laughter that comes from the pen, the ink that flows through naked bodies as red blood and memories, nice, love laughter that comes from a pen
Caught in safety nets which only exist in the imagination
Life’s which should be lived in day number one, not two, -Life?
Intimacy, romanticism, subsistence to the fashioned, crowd-pleasing, tasteless public's,
To where contemporary fools flush in hands full of insignificant and hopeful oblivion's.
Plucked from suburban prying hands,
Only to be thrown, chucked, abandoned,
Put out, rotting, the flesh of a thousand running down the iced out rivers,
Dead.

Hi Jacko, hope you don't mind me taking some of your poem line by line as I have done, it is definitely an interesting read, I get from it that you want to keep it real and resent the mass followers of fashion so to speak really liked the descriptive angles you took throughout. there are a few repetitive words that could be changed to give it a tidy-up but a good perspective throughout. I enjoy reading the perspective of other poets and I certainly enjoyed yours!! thanks for the poem