Black Poetry : Tug-a-war of Faith & Intellect

asimplepoet

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Somewhere between paradise and diaster
Occupation
Teacher
Dying to finally erupt from my mental
But the aftermath may be detrimental
For the world is purposely judgmental
Yet I can't keep this truth compartmental
As this knowledge transforms transcendentally
Purposely sought after never gained accidentally
However today my pen seems to be temperamental
As if this release would just be too monumental
So I sit radiating frustration from this stagnation
Wondering when is the manifestation of this gestation
Frankly humbled in this premeditated hesitation
Contemplating is this a test of my convictions
Pondering why I begun inspecting contradictions
For there's no way to unlook down the rabbit hole
Yet a part of me wish I stayed sleep in the sheep fold
But instead I explore the hoofbeats discovering zebra
Teetering ideals on the balancing scales of the Libra
The veil pulled back on the traditions of yesteryears
Now free to look beneath the matrix without fears
Yet like a skittish mistress it seeks to hold onto its virtue
However I seduced the remnants of truth into a new hue
Authentic reverence to behold without static labels
Discerning between somber facts and entertaining fable
No kaleidoscopic views or indoctrination to confuse
Left with the alpha and omega as my sole sincere muse
I stumbled upon fundamental back to basics spirituality
Without cultural and aesthetic additives I found divinity

 
Dying to finally erupt from my mental
But the aftermath may be detrimental
For the world is purposely judgmental
Yet I can't keep this truth compartmental
As this knowledge transforms transcendentally
Purposely sought after never gained accidentally
However today my pen seems to be temperamental
As if this release would just be too monumental
So I sit radiating frustration from this stagnation
Wondering when is the manifestation of this gestation
Frankly humbled in this premeditated hesitation
Contemplating is this a test of my convictions
Pondering why I begun inspecting contradictions
For there's no way to unlook down the rabbit hole
Yet a part of me wish I stayed sleep in the sheep fold
But instead I explore the hoofbeats discovering zebra
Teetering ideals on the balancing scales of the Libra
The veil pulled back on the traditions of yesteryears
Now free to look beneath the matrix without fears
Yet like a skittish mistress it seeks to hold onto its virtue
However I seduced the remnants of truth into a new hue
Authentic reverence to behold without static labels
Discerning between somber facts and entertaining fable
No kaleidoscopic views or indoctrination to confuse
Left with the alpha and omega as my sole sincere muse
I stumbled upon fundamental back to basics spirituality
Without cultural and aesthetic additives I found divinity


Good afternoon...

And inspiring words!!!

fyi
 
Dying to finally erupt from my mental
But the aftermath may be detrimental
For the world is purposely judgmental
Yet I can't keep this truth compartmental
As this knowledge transforms transcendentally
Purposely sought after never gained accidentally
However today my pen seems to be temperamental
As if this release would just be too monumental
So I sit radiating frustration from this stagnation
Wondering when is the manifestation of this gestation
Frankly humbled in this premeditated hesitation
Contemplating is this a test of my convictions
Pondering why I begun inspecting contradictions
For there's no way to unlook down the rabbit hole
Yet a part of me wish I stayed sleep in the sheep fold
But instead I explore the hoofbeats discovering zebra
Teetering ideals on the balancing scales of the Libra
The veil pulled back on the traditions of yesteryears
Now free to look beneath the matrix without fears
Yet like a skittish mistress it seeks to hold onto its virtue
However I seduced the remnants of truth into a new hue
Authentic reverence to behold without static labels
Discerning between somber facts and entertaining fable
No kaleidoscopic views or indoctrination to confuse
Left with the alpha and omega as my sole sincere muse
I stumbled upon fundamental back to basics spirituality
Without cultural and aesthetic additives I found divinity

Keeping it real. Great piece getting to ur realization.
 
Dying to finally erupt from my mental
But the aftermath may be detrimental

For the world is purposely judgmental
Yet I can't keep this truth compartmental
As this knowledge transforms transcendentally
Purposely sought after never gained accidentally
However today my pen seems to be temperamental
As if this release would just be too monumental
So I sit radiating frustration from this stagnation
Wondering when is the manifestation of this gestation
Frankly humbled in this premeditated hesitation
Contemplating is this a test of my convictions
Pondering why I begun inspecting contradictions
For there's no way to unlook down the rabbit hole
Yet a part of me wish I stayed sleep in the sheep fold
But instead I explore the hoofbeats discovering zebra
Teetering ideals on the balancing scales of the Libra
The veil pulled back on the traditions of yesteryears
Now free to look beneath the matrix without fears
Yet like a skittish mistress it seeks to hold onto its virtue
However I seduced the remnants of truth into a new hue
Authentic reverence to behold without static labels
Discerning between somber facts and entertaining fable
No kaleidoscopic views or indoctrination to confuse
Left with the alpha and omega as my sole sincere muse
I stumbled upon fundamental back to basics spirituality
Without cultural and aesthetic additives I found divinity



Well done asimplepoet, well done indeed :) Balance of the Scales.


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