To know the world
And to know the lord,
That has been my goal
Maybe, I'll spend my youth
knowing the world
After all, I spent my childhood
In the lord.
To the world, there's curiosity
To the lord, reverence
I never overstep my guard
To lose reverence
Or go overboard
In my search for dark knowledge.
To know the thin line
Between curiosity and greed,
The bridge between worldly and unbelieving,
The worlds between the world
and the lord.
With Senior Secondary School
Came makeup and trousers
College met me with styles,
Impressions, weavons
Lust for all things chrome.
Sometimes, I think too much
Those times, I wonder why
Why with every new brick
Of fashion and fancy concepts
My mum thinks me devilish.
Why with every new desire
I dream better;
Dreams of colour, places, people.
Why with every morning
Devotion missed,
I tune into nature.
Why now more than ever
I understand my vulnerability,
My smallness in the grand scheme,
My weakness before God.
Why I feel his love without guilt.
Why does life feel like a dream?
Not like an addict
Slaving, staying off his addiction?
How can sin be
Both the panacea
And the problem?
Because this is right.
To live fulfilled,
I have to know the world
And know the lord.
Can anyone help me with a title? I really don't know what to title it.
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Drums and sands
Poetrylife through the eyes of an African child. Her transformations, her visions. Those things we can never 'unlive', sights we can't 'unsee', those things make us alive; US!
