The feel
The feel
I feel like, I don’t want to feel,
The feel of feeling anymore,
Because being more,
Has done nothing more but reduce more,
I don’t this, anymore.
This, I confess,
The’s torment inside that I cannot express,
Weather I feel more or less.
I promise not to make any promising
Proposing, emotions and feelings
Because they keep me in a suspensory pause.
What’s my purpose?
My purpose is what i’ve got to fulfill
But still it’s real,
I realize, realism is dim
Thy mind streams, to bring all thyself in,
Jim, for knowledge and education.
Real is being still,
Maybe I will find my purpose in meditation, and develop the skill to kill the unreal and become my greatest version.
Sound tight?
Don’t know where I’m from?
I am front the pharaoh’s height,
And for this life I will do it right,
Follow the legacy root’s of my ancestors,
praise honesty , true love, Mother Earth and the universe.
I praise my inner strength
I blessed thy inner self with love and selfless.
I am the highest
I am focus
I am righteousness
I have found my self
I am the master of my destiny
I am confident, I don’t care what you think of me.
Now that I am awake from sleepwalking.
I will keep real me
Walk with courage
My soul sits on my third eye
I opened my third eye
I am enlightened about what’s truly mine.
Connect your heart and mind
The evil one has taken advantage from our kind, he kills us brutally
And we all act like we don’t mind
But we do mind.
Connect with your self,
Open your mind
And set your self free
The sky has no limits
About this poem
The poem is about self introspection, along with self discoveries and personal observations at the black societies.
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Written on August 03, 2017
Submitted by innocentzungu69 on August 29, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | ABBBB CCCDXX EFAXXGFG HXHHXXXEXEE IJJDJXKKX LJLL ILJX |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,590 |
Words | 339 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 6, 8, 11, 9, 4, 4 |
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