Days wasted on focusing on what shouldn’t have been focused on
Waiting on that inner light to turn on so I can keep the dome lights on
Because I am so afraid of the dark in which the demons assemble
I carry a cross a crucifix a symbol
But also resembles a “tâ€
Trust, tranquility, totality, and tailored
Custom fitted to rebel against custom fitted stigmas
Greed revolves around a historic enigma
My keyboard maximized my volume
Fingers on keys create prophetic poetry
Fingers on these keys creates hungry zombies
Who are hooked on lines as long as space bars
Speak light but think precise light AR’s
I am a quasar vomiting knowledge defecating light
Some are impoverished within their own doctrine
This is penicillin to an infectious soul
I know women who endured the pain and wore real red bottoms
As the blood dripped red from their soles
That struggle burns deep and dark like coal
Things untold that the mind foretold
Ignoring the obvious is like drinking soup that was made from poison toads
nduguman
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tretre says: I like this poem...Keep that pen movin Nduguman! |
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2b2b2 says: Tight Flow....thanks for sharing!! |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY nduguman
Before This New WorldThe soul balances the universe I was here before the earth Blossomed before the curse My steps were Godly Never once rested my feet in dirt Above the evil that lurked and slithered My words were pure Glide when I stride I was here amongst the most high Years and hours had no meaning Wasn't concerned with the future Only the here and now Life was a wow Then came the forbidden fruit Now a second is a while A year is forever Life is a trial Certain skin tones are tossed in a pile Labeled as foul How did I began in the clouds to suffering day and night before I lay down Wow My reflection is shadowed by my melanin This shade glows like neon lights I wasn't meant to blend in with you It is my duty to be me The me that the most high created within the clouds I am angelic I am man I am Adam Look at my journey from then to now Can't help but to say WOW  |
(Random thoughts)The crowd whispers There’s no more fight in him My enemies scream stick a knife in him I study, research, then research my research My kids be like Dads a drone straight metallic There is no guy in him Chartered every direction There is no guiding him Synchronized with my past life I done been back to that spot twice Like that guy on twelve monkeys Trying to save my granny from dying twice I’m a paint job that has never been polished But I spit like whale blow holes And I still shine bright Like old ladies with cookies I’m that nice I was raised around Drugs, bums, and crack pipes But I managed to educate myself And separated from that life |
Computer raceI’m living in a cultureless culture Feels like Im in a room filled with vultures My iPhone transformed into Ultron Haters wanna blast at me Blasphemy I pray that my wifey Never resort to plastic cheeks Keep it unique and naturally Rise of the drones The assassination of individuality The computers are screaming come to me There is nothing else but me Google is the new deity Instead of praying on our knees We spend hours browsing Google’s search engine for answers Life without human touch feels more like a depressed tortoise Moving through life in an antisocial fortress |
PointDays wasted on focusing on what shouldn’t have been focused on Waiting on that inner light to turn on so I can keep the dome lights on Because I am so afraid of the dark in which the demons assemble I carry a cross a crucifix a symbol But also resembles a “t†Trust, tranquility, totality, and tailored Custom fitted to rebel against custom fitted stigmas Greed revolves around a historic enigma My keyboard maximized my volume Fingers on keys create prophetic poetry Fingers on these keys creates hungry zombies Who are hooked on lines as long as space bars Speak light but think precise light AR’s I am a quasar vomiting knowledge defecating light Some are impoverished within their own doctrine This is penicillin to an infectious soul I know women who endured the pain and wore real red bottoms As the blood dripped red from their soles That struggle burns deep and dark like coal Things untold that the mind foretold Ignoring the obvi... |