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