All I see,
Is my smile,
And can be viewed as,
"Out of style".

All I see,
Are my eyes,
That I wish,
I could disguise.

All I see,
Is my hair,
Nothing like the others,
so why do I compare.

All you see,
Is my smile,
that could go on,
for many miles.

All you see,
Are my eyes,
That sparkle,
Like the night skies.

All you see,
Is my hair,
That flows,
Out of nowhere.

All I see,
Is nothing like,
What you see.

We are so critical of ourselves,
until we take a step back,
And look around.

A kindly comment
Or a deadly thought
Can equally be delivered
But take a moment
A pause of time
To remember
How each one felt
When dealt

And I will tell you these-
You are so critical
So pessimistic
So insensitive
So unfeeling

You're so disgusting!

How come you judge him?
He is one of a kind
Old soul, but young heart
Just like me

He is one in a million
And so deserving to be loved
By anybody

And you are just like them-
the ones who point their fingers to him
the society who always look by the eyes
and not by the heart and mind
no consideration
what you see is what you get

You are just one of the million...


critical people.

They sell slavery
It's dressed in selfishness
It's called a treat.

We are worthless so we
purchase.

(Do we really see?)

We kept an eye to something different
Ears were open while mind was close
A pole looked straight though it was bent
We kept an eye to something different

In these given days to pray and repent
While a medicine should be taken in dose
We kept an eye to something different
Ears were open while mind was close.

She always look outside her door
Or stay beside her window pane
She wants to know and see much more
Her neighbor’s deeds and what they gain

She has to meet the rich and poor
She always look outside her door
But that motive of yesterday
Gone with the wind, 'twas blown away

She’s now but an observant one
Who always judge and sneers at man
She always look outside her door
Seems she forgot what is life  for

This poor woman, she never know
That now she looks like a scarecrow
While her feet stands flat on the floor
She always look outside her door.

The question regarding the question relies on what the question really is.

If the question implied is a question directed outwardly, then it may be misinterpreted as a question to oneself internally.

Otherwise, a question explicitly directed inwardly is critical to deciphering the question that one will address outwardly.  

If an indirect question is questioned through the user, then the question itself becomes a metaphysical question to choose from.

In the event a question is said through alternate means, consider the quantitative/qualitative state of the question at the time being; as it may be resolved by asking the question in a subconscious level indeed.  

Superficial means tends to seek fundamental questions to the reality of the state one naturally possesses.  

In the case where the unconscious decides the opportune event to question the conscious reality, one must interpret the means in examination of the intrapersonal mentality.  

If the question is imposed through correlative thought and subliminal expression, then the question itself is related to a parallel conscious state intertwined with the unconscious state of mind of progression.

If the question is relative in combination to the solutions mentioned above becoming apparent, then one has means to ask the question without questioning the question itself in disparate.

Otherwise, the question continues to perplex the question through the continuation of irrelevant questions that one will have thought; creating a treacherous belief so concurrent one could not have fought.

Therefore, is the reality of the question portrayed to the reality you live in or the reality of others? As this poem was conclusive to subtly evoke thought in the questions we construct.

By: Michael M. De La Fuente