MonadA Poem by Apparition...I am a nomad drifter, stand alone and give birth to existence I am a lone fad I've grown many a flower, I give them energy and power never a tentative hour I am the flows path The throwback, antiquated animated animal and plant every granual of sand I am the most fertile with infinite potential, I am the lone circle primodial emerging from the earth the very thing that I gave birth too Some would call my life a curse I would call all life a blessing If you count them I'm the first of all the ones I'll be addressing Im the snake who chases tail Infinte progression and regression
I'm the monad Yo mama and yo dad Been number one since way way back I'm the monad I came before the seed which gave birth to the flower which gave birth to the sea I'm the monad
You may hear these words and tell me to keep my ego checked but if you read between the lines you'll see the message in the nest I'm the number one, literally right before two,and after zero the greeks called me monad thought me to be a hero Some have called me god, the thought that god is man is fraud I am the principality of oneness and love I am the principal, invincible, never wither always whimsical timeless I am biblical, both meta and truly physical I take up the least space yet produce the most From coast to coast I boast to be the origin of flow If you doubt my clout, then look it up If you want some wholeness, I'll hook it up I am one love, the wheel in the sky up above If your feeling the vibes in your blood It's because I exist within Resist the fix, sin twists crimps and rips I mend bend the medicine mens mental instrument of choice, pen and voice Keep it simple full of poise Count to nine, amd then I'm back in the divine, and thats a fact numero uno jack I'm the monad
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StatsAuthorApparitionfive thousand two hundred and eighty away from wavesAboutI am an apparition, a ghost in the system, the host's no longer the victim, the parasite grows weary of the barely alive flesh dressed in a hardly harrowing death caressed mess, stressful doesn't trul.. more..Writing
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