Superficial
A poem I wrote about the superficial society in which we live, I am trying still to come to grips with the world around me. Supposedly being ‘mentally ill’, I must conform to the superficial illness I see around me in order to be healthy and happy; this is not the case live to the beat of your own drum.
Different just like YOUR different
Hollow people with painted faces
No soul to fill the spaces
Beasts of desire
A smile for hire
Substances to give your life substance
Empty promises and broken silences
True charity is rare, judged by the clothes you wear
Tell me how you see a beautiful soul, if beauty is only skin deep
Your bedsheets Egyptian silk, in a dirty sack on the streets, a man sleeps
Idle minds and active digits
Keep your prodigy child distracted with a spinner fidget
Good people with no morals
But I was drunk it’s fine no quarrel
Lie to others don’t tell the truth
Keep your secrets under roof
Like to speak but never listen
Everyone is a rose, all I see is thistles
Rather not let go at fear of being alone
Sell your ass so your life can pass right before your eyes
Give years to your television, reality TV isn’t fiction
Tell me Nobel prize winners, tell me chart music fillers, tell me about celebs personal lives, forget whatever drives you to do the impossible.
As a child have dreams, grow up because they’re not plausible.
Tell me what scares you tell me about your fears
Less of the dark or death more people’s jests and jeers.
Have a belief have an opinion.
Fall under scrutinies dominion.
Don’t even speak if you have a religion.
Hate falls like rain.
From love comes pain.
Read magazines stay skinny.
But.
Read books and then you’re winning.
Stay true be you.
Stand out of the crowd, stand proud.
Neither wolves nor shepherds sleep at the feet of sheep.
Meditate don’t procrastinate.
Shop for charity I promise you’ll gain more clarity
Wait and save, don’t spend and slave.
Feed your soul not your appetite
In moderation we claim true gratification
Stay off social media you’ll just get greedier, in fact social marketing is a better tool for business.
Your business is your own, remember that if you feel alone.
Speak to be known not to be heard, hold your tongue if its a filler word.
Smile brighter than the sunrise
And breathe in a sunset
I’m still learning I’ll admit to that
But get out the race fast it’s full of rats
Answer to you and who is your integrity
Why are we even listening to paper thin blow up doll celebrities
Trust scientists, listen to priests, Heck even listen to that dirty poor man sitting on the street.
Everyone you meet
Is another book
You just have to ask their story.
Face value, might as well behead that mask if it’s not too gory.
I could go on and on, but I don’t chase glory.
Memento Mori.
My nomme de plume is Jonny Cosmo I am an aspiring poet from Preston, Lancashire, UK. I have battled with my mental health for many years and now hope to inspire others to win that battle if they themselves are suffering.
