sword sprouting from my temple as I rest on the temple floor
mind ajar
looking for a detour to reminisce on
stumble into a dimly lit tomb
my adolescences was gone too soon
places flowers on the chest of the groom for now death plays the honeymoon tune
still my temple trembles
feeling my sanity tumble
i wish these voices would turn down the treble
i wish this pond my ego was sunk in had pebbles to skip
advantages ripped right from my hands
just started to plan
now the thought lingers
just because my genes decided not to give into the bland
i must roam this lost land
head crammed with mostly lies
maybe that's why I despise spies tied into the conspiracy of my own problems killing me
wait...
i found some pebbles
and...
a sling
giants will kneel to me
for I am he
trees sway in the presence of thee
the lord of keeping the peace
until my soil is soiled
then i'll need my piece
they tried to give me 6ft
I DENIED THEM A SAFE RETREAT
REPENT & REPEAT
DEFEAT IN THE EYES OF THOSE WHO LAY AT MY FEET
so seek blessings
and not acceptance
...
still my temple trembles.
YOU ARE READING
temple.
Poetry*erykah badu voice* i think i made a wrong turn back there somewhere.
