Just Not Real

They make excuses...

To excuse themselves, but all along they give bruises..

To the heart they are abusing the non abusers.

Though this one time you need to excuse me.. Let me fill you in.

They need to step up to plate.. hi my name is Josh I am not full of s**t, so let me introduce this.

I am full of words and rhyme..

I am about 6'5 so I am highly above.. quick to show compassion and love.

I don't play pick and chooses.. I am the director of my own life, and I am full of surprises. That is why I am the producer of this.

This is my work....

They need to keep it real....

They have to stop being confusing..

Though they think its amusing..

Speaking on things that are not true..

Not knowing what they want when there are some people who are fighting battles that they can't afford to be losing..

The critics... stupidity they oozing an illusion...

Illusion of what they want to be..

You see...

Your name???

They may have one, but its something that they are quick to not induct you into, or the concept they disagree.

Where a simple no can show it can spell relief the physicality of a bow & a arrow..

Yet lie is the first choice...

That an alternative way of being is something that they think needs to be rejoice...

Where they feel that actions don't speak louder than words.

Where words in this lifetime speak louder than action.

They spread it like a disease...

No aids...

No cancer..

No chlamydia, but this is oral, and verbal contraction.

That leads the once innocent ones who were never like this to fall in the line of chain reaction.

We all deserve to be happy, but others separate themselves because they have no idea what to do.

Have no idea what goes together, or what needs to stay together like an improper fraction.

Yet there is more than they... Its an entire world a universe.. like something that is in a painting that needs to be taking away.

They don't need to be taking away, but their ways need to be taking away.

That is the proper abstraction.

They think they know it all..

We think we know it all.

Quick to say one thing..

Refusing to keep it real.

Yet you leave her out to cry..

You leave him out to doubt.

They can't return a phone call.

You don't hear the cries for you when she shouts..

Yet you have eyes you have a body...

You have ears..

Yet the way that you once saw things..

The way they once saw things have never changed..

Cause they see different things in the mirror.

Which is an error, but look at this new era.

What have people come to.

This is not something I am saying for fun, but this is how I feel..

These whack out girls and guys today are a lot of things, but the one thing that they are not.

Is real.............

Reviews

[Otsana]

Wow....I can really feel your disappointment in the human race coming through your words. The last two lines of this poem are my favourite. You have done a really good job!