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Naykd Poet, 29 january 2012
The battle of words to garner wanted perception to the all too real anger and resentment that increasingly rages on the main-streets of major urban centers of western nations reflective of conflict fueled by layers of discontent expressed outwardly only to be confronted by brigades of armored, militant (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 29 january 2012
The billowing clouds of brown stained blackness froths at the throat of people’s greed and need to scour into the bowels of eons making for purposes unresolved to truly knowing beyond that of existence itself seeded by energies unknown for reason of limited want to understand the unwritten though perceptible (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 20 january 2012
Human created to become the creator by senses’ design to communicate outward by its given intellect of mind and freewill, to explore by experience of discovery, to transform ineffable energy that it may experience by substance of form and domain: reality, a momentary respite placing order out of chaos (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 20 january 2012
Lying in a warm pool of blood streaming from a fatal wound, the drum-beat sound of a dying heart slowly fading, light of day becoming increasingly dimmer, the last wisp of breath exhaust past quivering lips, timelessly waiting freedom of eternal sleep, unencumbered by imposed rigors of distorted, sentient (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 19 january 2012
Forgotten, abandoned, dust-laden books unassuming exterior protective cover cryptically interpretive of content expressive of a wealth of inspiring knowledge rendered by unique mind of experience set to word of print to share as resource to influence, guide, inform, enlighten, tutor naive minds with (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 12 january 2012
I met a young man, he was hitch-hiking, cold, begging for a ride, so I stopped, he got in, his story instantly told, he could not easily hide, a life of hardship, though I did’t know why, until he told me, as the miles slipped by, of a life that would make me, a grown man, want to cry, but in his eyes (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 1 january 2012
Invisible are the intangible senses but one; that which emotes from the beating heart, cascading outward as ethereal energy, enriched and charged, a source to enliven and foster within another yearning soul, a spark of unknown wonderment, inducing a welling tide of goodness, replenishing to overflowing (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 31 december 2011
Aimless, I linger, afloat in this shapeless void, a rudderless ship in the vast expanse of nothing;consuming time in exchange for knowledge’s understanding to render distinction of purpose and direction to regain ambition’s energy as reward to its expenditure or, to be forever lost.
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Naykd Poet, 31 december 2011
The seed planted, grows, flowers, withers and dies; its joy of beauty brought to the living eye, needless to its purpose or reason to decry, for it is the nature of Being, that it is most alive.
Given to this planet on which it is birthed so that others not unlike it, is given their worth; that knowing (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 30 december 2011
Anticipating the ugliness of the apparent prognosis for the coming year 2012, long perceived to be filled with `life-changing’ events for most in the world and, given the situation of conflict and chaos that presides in most places in the world as 2011 draws to a close, that prophesied has a likely (... więcej)
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