Survive or Thrive

A man once said we are not here to survive, but to thrive,
But to thrive one must know how to survive.
Greed takes over a man’s mind,
The value of status makes a man go blind.
I asked the priest during confession how am I suppose to thrive in this material society,
They throw the finer things in your face and if you don’t get them we turn into a judgmental society.
The value of friendship has disappeared,
And the face of the disloyal beast as appeared.
Interpersonal relationships have become glorified business deals,
Judgment has become so strong you are scared to say how you really feel.
Women have glorified sleeping with men to get ahead,
Men have glorified something that have left a lot of mothers depressed and a lot of babies unfed.
The value of family is no longer apparent,
Kids having kids…when he or she is not fit to be a parent.
Which is my I become an outcast,
Living this way wont last,
I stay far away and keep people at a distance.
The problems I have, only angles can provide assistance.
The world has become a big trap of grief,
And solitary confinement or death seem to be the only two ways of relief.
Your friends become your enemy,
Then your family turns on you as a result of envy.
So are we have to thrive?
Because I’m having problems just trying to survive.

Still Talk To The Sky

I wear the rosary on my neck for protection,
I tattoo religious symbols on my skin hoping for direction.
The world gets smaller as the days get longer,
We get weaker as the pain gets stronger.
The nun told me that the church was no place for a man who did not believe,
She said men who don't believe are wasting the church's time and they should leave.
I told her that God's lack of communication has me not believing,
She replied, you believe enough because your not leaving.
But...you couldn't leave if you tried because you have no where to go,
He is the only one who as not turned into a foe.
Your family begins to breed envy,
Then your best friend becomes your worst enemy.
Who do you look to?
God? But you think… he brought all this pain to you.
Then your question is...love, is it real,
Your not trying to seem offensive just telling him how you feel.
So you listen to your pastor when he says, hit your knees and pray,
And you pray, pray, and pray hoping you could get an answer one day.
Now you seem lost, confused, and somewhat mad,
Why would he do me this bad?
And you know what…although you may never get a reply,
Every night you still hit your knees to talk to the sky.