Pieces of

Pieces of

A Poem by CRZ

Stand in the mirror, couldn't see things more clearer
that all the answers are there but if I don't know which questions to ask
What does the answer even mean to me

Does it mean, I go soul searching so alone or with a herd to eventually fly off like some birds.
Do I need religion to access God
Can God even be accessed?
You mean to tell me that I need to give funds and be confined to a building to worship my maker
please, wake up. He's everywhere like the pigs quote on quote patrolling 

I'm just rolling with ideas 
Ideas soon to turn into actions and if you can't sleep at night with satisfaction
well you ain't doing enough.

I'm the youngest, being talked to by strangers and relatives. I won't be the dumbest.
I summon my permanent residence on this earth as CRZ. 
Shine like the bloodiest diamond from Sierra Leone Stevie Wonder can see. 

Wonder, How will the world be in the future.
Second thought, f**k the world. 
It's already messed up
All that is lefted is its people

I can only start with the guy standing on the reflection
These words come from a section from a man becoming a Man.
I"m on my way to my destiny where ever that may be.

It's on a journey to discover CRZ 
  

© 2013 CRZ


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yes...so many pieces that seem unrelated. i think this is an honest and heartfelt write...you are facing your apprehensions and confusion rather than masquerading or escaping. i think that is half the battle of self discovering...i think religion is our attempts to access God....the surprise is that while we knock knock knock....this magnificent, loving, forgiving Creator is all the while right behind us...waiting for us to hear the whispers....of course one doesn't need a building to worship...nor to contribute to its maintenance....practicing selflessness whether to building funds or the Red Cross is something we do to enrich our own soul...these are the thoughts your poem have provoked from me...its 5 am and already i am thinking about God...and the beauty of youth ...hang in young man!
E.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Nice written i must say, which show the sincere path of you, i really like it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Life's journey. We need to trust ourselves before we can trust other people.
Do I need religion to access God Can God even be accessed?

Religion is an invention of mankind to control, impose ideas on others, and have power over people.
It's best to always be a free thinker.

Good read.

Posted 10 Years Ago


very interesting and yes I think we have to find out about the guy standing on the reflection before other things make sense and thwn some.....

Posted 10 Years Ago


nice honest write....awesome work

Posted 10 Years Ago


"I'm just rolling with ideas

Ideas soon to turn into actions and if you can't sleep at night with satisfaction

well you ain't doing enough."

thats hot bra!!! got me reeling in my seat... love this piece

Posted 10 Years Ago


"I can only start with the guy standing on the reflection
These words come from a section from a man becoming a Man.
I"m on my way to my destiny where ever that may be." .......well said.
It is not just a reflection, a true friend indeed.........whom we first need to trust upon rather than trusting other ppl on earth :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


m/ I like it, like it like it!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Thought provoking. Everyone's journey is different and I hope your turns out great!

Posted 10 Years Ago


We can contemplate the world around us...knowing it may not change...perhaps it is the reflection that needs changing...one never knows until they truly look and understand. Quite a thought provoking poem. You write with power and intensity. :) Julie

Posted 10 Years Ago



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