Naykd Poet, 15 sierpnia 2012
Each cycle of earthly creation is born to eventually die
Save for the raw elements of earth and sky
Though power of human intellect and wealth strive to try
Immortality of body is a miracle that nature does deny
Ages of humanity stream from origin unknown
Countless seeds of life-creation sown
Artifact to their presence cluttering strata has shown
Fruitless attempts for eternal-life left only for a future to bemoan
Each epoch of humanity through millennial time does persists
To dream of an immortal presence with body to enlist
But with frailty of flesh and bone that decay cannot resist
Should humanity not finally discard the wish: forever to exist?
Naykd Poet, 11 sierpnia 2012
This is my sovereign bed
Where I retire, lay my head
At the end of each day’s light
Where my soul by dreams, takes flight
To travel the cosmos, the universal realm
Subconscious navigating, captain of the helm
Oh what wondrous places I have been
Beyond anything conscious eyes have seen
Only to once again into this reality, be subdued
But for it be revived, be renewed.
Naykd Poet, 11 sierpnia 2012
Searching for sound reason on which to believe
There is substantiation for why to breathe
Hopelessness fueled by life’s futility, I see
I suspect this thought by others too, not just me
Rationality is irrationally becoming lost
Everyone other seems want to be boss
But no one seems ready to bear the burden cross
To give sound reason for mass human suffering and loss
Earth’s presence in the cosmos will forever last
And when this civilization’s time has long past
Future earthly inhabitants finding our ruins will undoubtedly ask:
Why were these people so keen on not wanting to last?
Naykd Poet, 10 sierpnia 2012
the future fate of the world truly lies in the hands of those with freedoms to choose
the irony lies in the fact that these are the same who appear not so-much interested in the NEWS
especially NEWS that brings on depressing facts that demand attention to construe
to differentiate what is really facing the world and what their elected leaders will ultimately decide to do
so as each new day for decades til now, human conflict of all sorts becoming a common brew
those of the presumed ‘free-world’ will one day find themselves emersed in this broiling, rancid stew
when it will be too late; leaving these same peoples to dumb-foundedly ask: ‘Who knew?’.
Naykd Poet, 16 lipca 2012
Awoken to a dream beyond sleep
Floating beyond reality’s keep
Presence of being without need of feet
Left to mind-paint fantasy’s treat
Episodic in their unique unfolding
Characters comprise of the known and unknowing
Each visitation finds comedy, drama or love growing
Left to embellish with mind-paint fantasy’s sowing
Dream amnesia pronouncement to the sudden waking
All illusional emotions gain lost for the forsaking
Though taint of remembrance to an undertaking
Yields redemption: fleeting, pleasure-glance, re-embracing
Naykd Poet, 11 lipca 2012
Like the rain that falls from the sky
Tears stream from my eyes
For the pain that runs so deep
I dream of it even in my sleep
It is pain for the world that suffers
Under the tyranny of others
For the brutality that prevails
From bullets that fall like hail
When will this insidiousness stop?
Whose wisdom will unveil the plot?
To bring humanity back to its senses
To take love and peace beyond consensus
Naykd Poet, 11 lipca 2012
The weaving of Words
Can be the Undoing
To forfeit an End
Or it’s Ensuing
Fomented in the Minds
Of the Unassuming
Structure and Context
The frame of it’s Intent
The Goal of its Inventor
For Minds to be Bent
Objective or Subjective
Neither is of Concern
The Outcome the Objective
Is what need be Learned
And for the World to Discern
So Heed this Warning
For What it is Giving
Lost to the Mind-Dead
Left to the Life’s Living
Naykd Poet, 11 lipca 2012
How frivolous the world has gotten
All the seriousness want to be forgotten
While things get sicker and rotten
YouTube, twitter and facebook are just’a rock’n
Duality, schizophrenia what you may call it
This journey into madness is gone hyperbolic
Ensuring humanity’s demise is catastrophic
And believe it or not - some will still try to profit
Doomsday scenarios have long been prophecy
But none can match this current lunacy
A world divided by countless conspiracy
That all seem eluding a true sense of human decency
What eventually manifests is obviously unknown
But from what our historic past has shown
What awaits us our own seeds have sown
And for that, as a civilized people, we have not truly grown
Naykd Poet, 11 czerwca 2012
(Reference Graphic A-lien Face)
A face: intuitively came to mind
A face: drawn with eyes blind
A face: instinctively reverent and kind
A face: known by a different time?
A face: different then that known
A face: that spoke of once a home
A face: of happiness and love shown
A face: meant for me alone?
A face: lips full and eyes blue
A face: I know, once I knew
A face: that beckons to renew
A face: from whom I grew?
Naykd Poet, 28 maja 2012
Standing outside, detached, observing willing participants on this carousel of life
Amused watcher to the systematic structure of its repeating traditions
Vocal critic to its unified, cyclical rotation of delineated similarities
Purposely and perceptively disconnected from its contrived ups and downs
That are unquestioningly assumed by most to garner reward: to define purpose
Achievable by pre-set objective: to capture the visible, yet purposely elusive, golden, glimmering ring of inspiration to success
That is tantalizingly hung, dangling, just beyond the measured reach of most daunted players
Yet generation upon generation fall victim to this derived, cognitive societal plan
A contrivance of an invisible, self-appointed force of despotic intellectualism
An elitist minority cult of humanity safe-guarded behind reinforced walls of fractal economics
Blindly defended by legions of the same mindless ticket-holders to this carney-ride to nowhere.
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