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Naykd Poet, 15 august 2012
Futile Wish
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 august 2012
My Sovereign Bed
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 august 2012
Finding Our Ruins
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 august 2012
who knew?
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 july 2012
Taint Of Remembrance
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 july 2012
Will the Rain Ever Stop?
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 july 2012
Word’s Communication
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 july 2012
What Awaits Us?
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 june 2012
A-lien Face?
(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 may 2012
Carney-ride To Nowhere
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.
Naykd Poet, 19 may 2012
Symbol Symbolism
Ancient scripted symbols etched into material form
An encrypted message having weathered millennium’s storm
Tooled by another entity from a time long since worn
To speak of spacial beauty or of an impending forlorn?
What state of Being spawned this act of mind
To inscribe words to unknown others of another time
Be it for reason of what was known to remind
Or simple matter of being so inclined?
Truth be that this present too is to the future: ancient
That this written expression too, will make its timeless ascent
To befall unknown eyes to ask: what by it was meant?
With symbol of its language lost, no longer there to represent.
Naykd Poet, 11 may 2012
New Seeds To Sow?
Public apathy is so thick - you can cut it with a knife
It speaks to the growing dismay with modern life
Global economic hardship breeding insurmountable strife
With no signs of political maneuvering that will make it all right
Standard of living for many is on a downward projectile
For the larger middle-class it’s a definite change in life-style
For new college graduates hopes for employment seems futile
And for the impoverished and poor: they’ll just have to reconcile
So where will it all lead, which direction will the future go?
It would seem not even the greatest of minds seem to know
Maybe this is the price to be paid for years of material greed let to grow
Raising the question: Is it time for new seeds to life’s purpose; to sow?
Naykd Poet, 11 may 2012
Brooding Frustration
Challenged by this rare love that has come my way
It’s become source of anguish lived each day
For it lacks desire for mutual body‘s want to play
Fueling thoughts of anguish that feed a growing dismay
To this elusive sexual desire I’ve become enslaved
Purchased out of irrational reason: it’s what is craved
Knowing full well it’s a troubled road being paved
Built on hope, its potential price, will forever be delayed
Can this brooding love’s frustration be forever held at bay
Or left to daily question:Is it here to stay?
And for it: what need be paid?
And from it: how to be saved?
Naykd Poet, 10 may 2012
Joyous Tributary Ride
Observing life passage as an undulating wave
Its direction ebb and flow a difficult one to say
Though the simple goal of mastering yet another day
Is ultimately the only true objective for which to seriously pray
No consciousness of Mind can predict an outcome result
A condition that need not raise blame of fault
For it is purely a function of free-will’s assault
And lack of pre-determined guide book, to consult
So render to the joyous tributary ride
For in the end, little remains from which to hide
And by its humble passage, rejoice with pride
Of having been given: breath to be alive.
Naykd Poet, 29 april 2012
Proclamation
Though a self-proclaimed gift given
To bring words of thought to the liven
An ambition at times deemed self-driven
It is ultimately a goal to wit I am striven
It may be a failure of this life to be forgiven
But with breath to still breathe, it’s never to be forbidden
Naykd Poet, 29 april 2012
Posthumous Reward
Harvesting of thoughts that fill the mind
Flourishing into words of every kind
Assembled into meaning profound or sublime
That in time may find meaning to remind
But unfortunately they are likely to be ignored
The dust cover books where they’ve been stored
Lying in wait for their potential reward
Of stimulating a mind otherwise bored
It is the punishment often paid for the given gift of word
An author’s sacrifice for the living chance to be heard
Though posthumously it is more likely to be served
A matter that will in no time soon, be cured.
Naykd Poet, 29 april 2012
Miracle of Nature
As spring flowers pop out from the ground
A process often thought less then profound
But in truth, it should truly confound
For it is a miracle of nature that does astound
From simple seeds planted in nutrient soil
They soon commence their growing toil
But without adequate water this start will foil
The birth of growth as small roots begin to uncoil
In a matter of days small sprouts will emerge
With the help of the Sun to encourage
Vibrant green leaves from a stem diverge
Capped by a bud from which pedals of color will splurge
Then, with all the hard work of growth finally done
A vibrant, colorful bouquet of flowers bask in the Sun
Filling the air with unique fragrances to the joy of everyone
A miracle of nature not to be taken for granted; by anyone.
Naykd Poet, 22 april 2012
You
Magic is the moment when I cling to you
Hoping that I do the same for you
Your love is what’s made me new
Without it; I know I’d be blue
Your smile; makes my days shine
Your laugh; has to be one of a kind
When I’m with you; there is no time
You’ve rendered me; love blind
No song can match your sweet voice
Together; we are the right choice
Kissing your lips; supple and moist
Your mine; to cherish; to rejoice.
Naykd Poet, 22 april 2012
Merit of Presence
A lost soul wandering through the darkness of life, struggling to understand wrong from right, trusting in the end there exists salvation’s light, making it all worth the fight.
Born to a world that seems callous and forlorn, left to battle alone the storm, impeded by shackles imposed to be worn, no tribute of gift without the scorn.
The mind bleeding for answer to uphold, finding falsehood in all that is believed to be told, youth fast given to time that is old, the fight loosing the rage of bold.
Where in the end is fortune to life to be found, given this birth with little chance of the profound, a destiny that ends with the ground, left to ask: what merit of presence is redemption bound?
Naykd Poet, 12 april 2012
Paul Goodman - Not Forgotten?
Paul Goodman, more than a contemporary intellectual author of note
For he was a renaissance man who lived his life by all that he wrote
Known today by few unless by chance to hear what he spoke
Now deceased, new generations less likely challenged by his desire to provoke
His philosophy and wisdom meant not merely to disturb
But to incite new constructs to thinking beyond the pervasive standard word
Often discounted for his bisexual lifestyle he managed still to be heard
Remnants of his teachings left to filter through mind’s of our populace herd
Though born of an era framed and anchored by tradition
His unique pacifist and rebellious nature broached chance of his extradition
But stead-fast he held to beliefs and foundation of volition
That spoke prophetically, to 21st century democracy’s failing condition
So to those for whom the name Paul Goodman is extraneous
Here now is chance-clue to find a provocateur thought infamous
To gain renewal to philosophy of wisdom once deemed pretentious
In hopes that it will seed thought to mind that again is contentious.
Author’s Note: Written on reflection of watching movie: Paul Goodman Changed My Life
(http://www.movie2k.to/Paul-Goodman-Changed-My-Life-watch-movie-1285385.html)
Naykd Poet, 12 april 2012
Earthly Life Cycle
Fresh, cool spring air fills the morning breeze
The awakening russeling sound from dormant winter trees
Yearning to burst their buds of new growth leaves
To contrast blue skies with brilliant green for eyes’ to please
Long silent sounds of returning migrating birds
Chirping their lively yet unknown words
Caroling loud to a point that for some may disturb
But only harken to a summer that’s just around the curb
Squirrels scampering about to loose their heavy winter coats
Outdoor camp fires replace the smell of wood-stove smoke
Early spring flowers green-shoots are seen to poke
All good things for happiness in all, to provoke
This timeless cycle to earthly life once again renewed
A rhythm theme contemporary humanity seems lost sight to view
This annual birth-awakening disposed to lesser things to do
A precious nature-gift freely given to All, and not just the few.
Naykd Poet, 9 april 2012
The Internet
All society’s demographic find it all the rage
Internet channels to express love and or enrage
A wireless medium for most to digitally engage
Even religious faiths have now found its electronic stage
Only two decades since its incipient birth
Already in the of billions of dollars its worth
From e-commerce to wood-fires in virtual hearths
But for some practitioners a growing, addictive curse
The abundance of pornography some would make claim
Is the root to the medium’s spontaneous, rapid rise to fame
Arguable but then, just the same
The Internet is forever and forever it will remain
Technological advancement conjoined with social networks
Text messaging and video connectedness the availing quirk
That’s eroded boundaries between personal time and work
365, 24-7 communication: for some a detriment, others a perk
Regardless of how one views this 21st Century technological craze
Its tentacle global reach makes definite it is not a passing phase
But what has yet to be determined are its full implications as societies age
Will it prove a healthy benefit or a plague that has just begun to contage?
Naykd Poet, 29 march 2012
Weary
I’m mentally weary, I must desist
Doing what is hard to resist
Expressing my inner-thoughts
Most often, what life has brought
It’s become a trait of burden
Needing to speak of life’s excursion
Though there seems yet much to express
I’m emotionally weary, I must desist
Naykd Poet, 13 march 2012
A GUIDING HAND?
A guiding hand offered to another without condition
May garner results for which there is no provision
Leading to a need to alter, to make revision
To one's approach when influencing another's position
In the end, each mind is shaped toward its destiny
Often with life's choices made without consistency
Some guided by faith of luck, other's, faith of divinity
Rendering an outcome that is beyond prescription of remedy
So one need consider when dealing human behavior
The lack of results need not be confused with failure
For outward signs of change are not there to savour
As each individual, ultimately, is its own and only saviour.
Naykd Poet, 6 march 2012
Poet’s Mask
Hidden behind the poet’s mask:nom de plume
Purpose being: the reader to assume
The words written are not to presume
They are of the author’s suffering. loves or doom
This device to severe any personal tie
To salacious nature of subject that might imply
Guilt of connection that might belie
Merit of reason the poem is meant to cry
A work of fiction then one could conclude
Artifical circumstance or meaning to extrude?
Not in the least, it is a mere device
Often exercised to protect from guilt of vice.
Naykd Poet, 6 march 2012
Profound Reason
Angst born from pain of a lost love
Becomes the soul to poetic song
A lover’s cry for what is missed
And for what once more is longed
Countless words express this ageless throng
A seemingly endless tale of heart-ache and tears
Filling volumes of ink-stained pages
Telling the unending story of love’s loss, over the years
Poetry a timeless gift to purge a hurting soul
Born from unknown place within the human spirit
A needed device to mend an ailing, broken heart
Profound reason for all humanity, to endear it.
Naykd Poet, 5 march 2012
Poet’s Creed
Reading of another human’s suffering through verse
Makes real the notion:emotional pain is a global curse
No matter one’s race, religion or creed of belief
Expression through poetic word provides some relief
But for those for whom this gift has not been bestowed
Are for life burdened, their emotional baggage always in tow
So to the few who are bestowed and honored with a poetic gift
Help by sharing with those less fortunate, by filling this cathartic rift
That your words expressed will relate to their unfortunate toil
And serve to lance forever. their growing emotional boil,
Naykd Poet, 14 february 2012
Last Human Standing - Ostatnio Human Stały
Falling deeper into the abyss of our making
This life on Earth seems forsaken
Though remedy of solution viably in-hand
But ignored, for reasons becoming clearer to understand
Global power held by the unseen elite
Are determined to manifest humanity’s defeat
They will not rest until their destructive plan is complete
Instigated with common people fighting each other in the street
Economic collapse is their efficient tool to instigate
Knowing empty belles’ are much easier to infuriate
Whilst poised in their ivory towers left to masturbate
While goon-squad militarized police, the uprisings, mitigate
It would take a fool’s mind not to see what is happening
The civilized structure of the last hundred years is set for collapsing
Then by their design a New Order for civilization is ready for hatching
To render a commoner’s life to impoverishment by servitude, ever-lasting
These are not words to echo the cry of humanity’s impending defeat
It is a call to recognize what is about to come and its receipt
Demanding if it is to happen - common people take their stand on the street
Poised ready to fight until the last Human standing on their feet
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Spada głębiej w otchłań naszej podejmowania
To życie na Ziemi wydaje się opuszczony
Chociaż lekarstwo roztworu viably w rękę
Ale ignorowane, ze względu na coraz wyraźniej do zrozumienia
Globalna moc posiadanych przez niewidzialnego elity
Określane są dla ludzkości uzewnętrzniania porażki
Nie spocznę, dopóki ich destrukcyjny plan jest kompletny
Wszczęte z zwykli ludzie walczą ze sobą na ulicy
Załamanie gospodarcze jest ich skuteczne narzędzie do wszczęcia
Znając puste belles "są znacznie łatwiejsze do rozwścieczyć
Chociaż gotowy w swoich wieżach z kości słoniowej pozostawione do masturbacji
Podczas goon-squad zmilitaryzowane policji, powstań, łagodzenia
Zajmie to głupca umysł nie widzieć co się dzieje
Cywilizowany struktura ostatnich stu lat znajduje się na zawaleniem
Następnie przez swoją konstrukcję New Order dla cywilizacji jest gotowe do wylęgu
Aby uczynić z ludu życia do zubożenia przez niewoli, zawsze trwały
To nie są słowa echo wołanie ludzkości zbliżającym się klęską
Jest to wezwanie do uznania tego, co ma przyjść, a jego odbiór
Wymagający, jeśli ma się zdarzyć - zwykli ludzie podejmują swoje stoisko na ulicy
Gotowy gotowy do walki aż do ostatniego człowieka stojącego na nogach
Naykd Poet, 9 february 2012
Compilations
Daily confronting a blank computer screen
I the tool write what is mentally seen
Whether it be of good or what is obscene
Often what comes, comes from a dream
The words themselves, flow not unlike a water stream
Transiting ether to reality’s scene
Rendering what is often not forseen
Compilation of words ideally, with message to glean
The message in what is written, is for others to discern
Though not my position to tell what one is to learn
These compositions meant for readers to accept or to spurn
Some even worthy of nothing more then to burn
So as author, there is but one thing for which to yearn:
Is the impulse, to the next page, to turn!
Naykd Poet, 9 february 2012
Future Reflection
As this earthly-world revolves around the Sun face
Life increasingly moves at an obtusely, intrepid pace
And, with its time passing, departs further from humanly grace
History distorted reflects an uneven course
Bent to the illusion and whim of the ruling force
Rending a present that emulates the same destructive discourse
Bones to dust of million of souls serve as testament
To humanity’s failing to achieve regiment
Toward shared goals of cognizance
This infused blithe seemingly gaining by genetic code
Will to this and, future human generation, be source to erode
Any semblance of intent for which it was meant to evoke
The corruption of mind and body that is the ill
Is easy for the seeing, not difficult to distill
Yet what remains elusive, is the remedy pill
Eons of earthly-human presence, should it remain
Conjures curiosity if reflection to this past will be a refrain
Especially should the moment of retrospection, read the same
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Weronika
Przynajmniej przy bezdennym brzegu.
29 april 2024
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Jesteś w niebie:)
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wg. pisma ... ? ...ale nie na 100
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Promieniowanie ciała doskonale czarnego.
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dziękuję. uśmiech posyłam
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Jaga
Bardzo, widać że dobrze mu z oka patrzy ;)
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