ADULTERY

Life would be much easier if I had a nine to five

But somehow ninety five of a hundred people 

Can't seem to find the reason why they get out of bed at six in the morning 

Yawning, while they snooze the alarm that keeps alarming

Because if they should fall asleep

They'd be better off counting sheep like a shepherd

Than counting on the next check coming before December

I get it, the bills are due 

Love won't pay the rent 

And don't even begin to mention my parents

Because whether I like it or not 

I am making it without them

I am an adult

That has never been married 

But still struggle with commitment 

I go to work everyday and God knows... I am committed 

Because my pockets are satisfied 

But on the inside I have no peace of mind

I don't  have the drive to arrive at work every morning with my face plastered with a smile 

Because I really hate what I do ninety-nine percent of the time 

I am just in it for the one percent that keeps me going back every time

So if that is what being an adult is

Then it is safe to say that adultery is what I've been committing

Out of Touch

We keep in touch with everything else except ourselves,
When the Joneses could not even careless.
Let's ask ourselves;
Do I really want to lose myself,
Or just simply loose myself?
Because on every angle we are entangled with the news,
Yet there is still nothing new to prove that we have improved.
We trust the gossips to lead us, while we feed ourselves on junk food and peanuts.
And I am sorry if you think I am rude not to exclude the shenanigans,
But we have been Robbed;
While keeping up with the Kardashian's.

At school we try to keep up to keep our names written on the roster,
Yet the tools we use, prove that: it's the school's interest we foster.
At work we settle to be stratified,
Just so that we keep our boss' customers satisfied.
But being fit and flexible is alright,
It's losing the shape of me that keeps me up all night.
Alright, when last have you shown real emotion when sad,
Or wake up in the morning to have a sweet devotion with God?
When was the last time you actually pleased yourself,
Instead of everyone else that should be treating you well?
I'll understand if answering these questions seem tough,
Because it's keeping up with so much that has kept us out of touch.

Letter to Parents; from a child charged by adulthood

Dear mom and dad,
Thank you for the interesting childhood I had.
Thank you for always putting me in your best interest too,
Because for what it was worth I thought it was best to impress you.
Your interest in me was all I could see, 
And even now after graduating into adulthood,
There are still big fragments of your interest stretched before me.
I appreciate it all from the top; don't get me wrong, 
But this is where you protecting me from falling will have to stop.
With all respect owing,
I still sometimes depend on your approval without knowing.
And when I stand to receive your correction,
I realize you are not there but present is your ever pleasant sense of direction.

Your statutes were engraved in me.
Your morals are upon my skin, 
So I'll never get lost with this road map I am in.
Don't worry about me mom; you nurtured me well,
And dad, my ambitions in life can tell.
So be proud of yourselves.
You did your best to grow this seed,
To never be in real need of anything. 
Look at how well I am blossoming.
I know you think I might still need molding, 
But the ground work you did on me the last time is still holding me up.
And I am thankful; I hope this is heartfelt,
Because this is my time now to continue this amazing journey that you had started.

Relation Misconceptionship

There are some men that wouldn't have made a vow 
If their women had not taken a bow for approval 
As a man it sucks wanting to be number one
But only becoming first by default
Because I know some men who would be welcoming to the thought
That says "It's a lot better to be first place for a while, than to not be in any space at all"

If everyone should go with their feelings
There might be a lot less need for healing then
So many hearts might not have been broken
And the words spoken about being taken for granted 
Granting that the fact is: we are all human
So it's only right to say the same things for a woman

Some women are wives only because knives look a lot more attractive in the hand
And it's a deal for a man to get married to another man 
So some men rather to walk down the isles with a woman 
Instead of admitting to the lies of what they're doing

Here is the deal, 
The love you receive isn't always real 
It isn't always about how you feel at times
Because most times it's a deception, an illusion that captures your finite perception
While other times it's your perspective that has become deceptive and needs a whole new sense of direction

The Cycle of Life (A Dominic James tribute)

In life we all crave that one thing that is never sure

It weighs heavily upon our mind and knocks at our heart's door

Because we all want to win

Everybody wants to start living

So we make plans that encompasses the uncertain tomorrow

Will it bring joyful days 

Or nights of sorrows

Is it when our dreams finally come alive 

Or eventually dies.

Every new life is a new target for death 

And every new day there is a new way to die

It's powerful, the balance of life 

It will marvel your mind.

But I cannot help but to think of a new born child

How it was trapped in limbo for a time

Awaiting its inevitable fate

Because whether it is born or not, it dies

Someone once told me, that it is just the cycle of life; you live and then you die.

But I am not sure where is life if we were born to die

How do we cope with condolences?

How do we challenge our hearts not to grieve?

How do we accept that death will take us one day

But it's just not yet our time to leave.


What does it mean to live?

To move towards the beginning or take a closer step to the end?

The Fault Within Your Stars (Your imperfections that make perfect sense to me)

I think I fell in love with your flaws first

When I weighed them all out and I saw how much your flaws worth

Because there are many defined by beauty

And many by their intelligence

But in you I see so much impatience

I see your raw imperfections

Whenever I start seeing in you too much of what I see in others,

I change my perception

I see your insecurities

I feel your pains

But I guess without impurities, diamonds would not be worth the same

Loving the good things about you came simple

Your pretty lips when you smile and your dimples

They have no scars

But what I would see forever is the fault within your stars

And I focused so hard on that spot until I could see no light

But your flaw that grew bigger everyday brought me through the night

It gave me sight and for that I love it

I think any perfect girl without a flaw is imperfect

I am yet to see a basket of apples with no spoils in them

So unlikely will I see you as my spoiling gem

Your faults are like the sting that lemons give that bring good flavours to life

So I wouldn't love you without them, my impending wife.

Death in the Garden of Life (A tribute dedicated to Dominic James)

Photo courtesy of The Jamaica Gleaner

He was a flower bud about to bloom

With just enough room to blossom

And bring the world to its knees

He was like a tree planted by the river

Just reaching full maturity

Ready to bring forth fruits because his roots were never dry

He was always fed on the experiences of life in that of good and bad times

But he was still just a young lad in spite

You water a plant because your wish is to see it grows

Never to whither and dies

But to see it rise

Everyday it's molded to stand firm

And to be a lantern to other plants around

Even to be hard but never to be of a hardened heart

He was a garden hero

Now a Guardian watching over the garden in which he grew

When I think of this my mind runs wild

That death is like a curious child

Intrigued by everything

But anything it touches dies

Or like an adult

With the need to possess everything he loves

So he passes by just like the regular passer-by

And picks a flower to beautify

Enhancing himself by breaking other hearts around

With the product of what was once a seed that budded beautifully from the ground