Suffocating for wisdom like black needing the night
Searching for purpose like a cake for a palate
Diving for destiny despite the trickery
Self manipulation is plaguing me
Slipped and got a banana stuck in my tailpipe
Cant burnout without smoking up my mind's eye
All my energy blocked up like Hoover damned my chakras to a reservoir of lies
What I see I despise
Slowly my dreams are beginning to materialize like a butterfly in a cocoon
I tried to bloom too soon
To be a god
I had to turn goon
Instead of depression stalking me
I staked out depression
And escaped a religious prison
But got swallowed up by the system
Kept talking to God
Even though I couldnt hear Him
Even though I didnt wanna listen
I paid the cost to be lost in the sauce
Still he never left me
Full of unholy imagery
That would never become reality
Blessed to see my progeny's progeny
Despite me and in spite of me
I will see them
Do better
Than me
Praying they keep searching for wisdom
Like a diver for pearls
Like a pirate for silver
Purpose delivers
From discontentement
And disillusionment
To holy ground
They will find it.
Praying they dig deep in their hearts
Dont get caught up in societies desecration of their art
Standing in who they are
Never pretending to be
Who they ain't and cant be
Proud of what they intend their lives
To be
Spiritually.
The truth is the truth
You reap what you truth
Karma cant lie
I am what I created in my youth
Mirrors always reflect what was
Every millisecond is a blessing
Once the image is shattered
It is gone forever
And will never be again
Eat, drink, smoke, love, and be merry
Live like today
Is the last of your tomorrows
When the dream ends
Nobody knows....
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