Humans

A Poem by Jocelyn cortes

This isn't finished yet but it's about how we live in a make or break society. and how society won't bring you happiness only you can.

Us humans weren't meant to razzel and dazzel are fellow man just to die.
Us humans were meant to strum the strings of solitude
I don't mean to be rude
but Us humans were made to love like a steal iron drum.
Where have we came from.
what are we to become.
We are made to be kind so that others may unwind that twisted spine of fear and depression.
Please stop with the oppression.
Us humans Crafted with an open heart, that can sometimes be sour and tart. To let those beautiful creatures in from the mighty wind.
We are made not to behave, so our inner being won't attempt to concave.
But still have a practice, teach your mighty mouth to become an actress.
Try to create some tactics for your way of life, careful or else your insomnia and anxiety will splice.
And just like the roll of a dice
Throw you under pressure like a vice they Treat you like the school nurse treats lice, disgusted
So figure out the device that lays in your stone grip
And revise the decision you make or your brain will bake
I wouldn't ever want it to disintegrate.
We are the decision we make, the actions that we choose to take.
so get sprung and connect yourself into this tampered society, just so you can bring home an income.
Never let your dying will succumb and go join the crying scum.
That soul hasn't song for a while it actually sounds like the wales of a new born child; who's heart is in denial.
You can try to smile, but the pressure won't let it register sir.
Third eye becoming a blur.
Please excuse me if my tongue begins to slur.
But there is no cure.
Because there is no sickness.
If you fall into the game it could just be your spiritual weakness.
Please try to see this and not Hiss. Only you can bring yourself unlimited bliss.