The 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
nduguman
 6200
|
|||||||||||||||||||||
you need to login or register to leave a comment
Before This New World
CATEGORY
just different
Views: 172
You must be registered to leave a comment. Registration is FREE.
COMMENTS
No comments. Be the first to enter a comment.
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... |