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Naeem, 22 july 2014
Man under the Tree
Oh, brother of mine, I have seen you under the tree;
-you have tried so fine to become what could not be.
You have thrived away from the shadows so supreme;
-you had that you lay and come to what you may have seen.
You let others fly beneath the waves of your dreams;
-but you may forget what may lie and you have foreseen.
Pity me not regretful brother of mine under the tree;
-you have never tried harder for what you could have been.
-Nr.
Naeem, 13 january 2014
The Beauty In The Essence Of Wrath
The beauty in the essence of wrath
that rises from the deepest core;
engulfs the blackest of all paths;
tears through fear and fills with lore.
Then, mind is set to be lost in freedom.
Forever it seems for there exist no doom;
a place where light expresses no verse.
A gift we grasp yet no more than a curse!
-Nr.
Naeem, 2 october 2013
Some Words Forever Remain
Some words were in my mouth
but they were never spoken.
They flew along the lines of clouds
as they dissolved and remained broken.
And when they laid me below ground,
a place so dark deep down.
Would you then even cared to smile
to what my voice always had to say
Ah, how I pleaded for some more time,
but you weren't there that day.
Naeem, 9 june 2013
A Will To Know
I pondered miles of mountains and hills,
swum the oceans till I touch their ends.
I put my hand on flames till it turns to ash,
stared at the sun till my eyes turn blind
I scratched the skins deep till they bled.
Yes; I have done till I know what lies ahead;
-till I smell the fragrance of the pure dusk;
-till the graces show truth behind this mask.
And I let breezes drift through my soul and mind,
so may my God let me know what I left behind.
-Nr.
Naeem, 12 april 2013
The Painter
Do you recognize the face in the painting
the structure, colors in an enclosed frame?
Is it me you have been seeing
or someone else with or without a name?
You, don’t get lost in the melody of time;
-for I am, still, here yet you are not mine.
And yes, I have pleaded to God so much
but I am not plenty to deserve you or touch.
-Nr.
Naeem, 25 march 2013
A Struggle To Fly
I have observed you struggle to fly.
Have you yet witnessed yourself succeed,
or living with regret is all you have to try?
Have the burning desires already faded
_which bring you down, beneath, to crawl
with an undying hope that shall never fall?
-Nr.
Naeem, 24 march 2013
A Letter
Oh, Forgive me, I bow
blame me not now;
-come and become closer
my friend;
-my brother!
Who are you?
Wish I knew…
Those eyes given to me
went dry long ago;
-I cry over none
no more.
Colors shower upon me
like gloom and grey;
-I lost the power of sight
forgot what is light.
The mirrors around me
reflects every anguish;
-every sorrow of life.
Will they ever perish?
The Mask on my hands
to me from you
I fear, I cannot wear it
because truth remains true.
So, tell me what is left to fear
when agony is all I see and hear.
Can you define me the face of joy
then I shall again show you my tear?
Naeem, 9 march 2013
Indistinct
Watery became the eyes,
-blurrier grew the sphere.
Sparkles turning dimmer,
-nearby me grows colder.
Wept the tear I shed
_beheld back to the void.
Dripped it on the ground
-and frozen it became.
Hunted the one to blame
pointed finger had no name.
Destined, you were before,
but I am to you no more.
-Nr.
Naeem, 8 march 2013
That Stream
And I was created weak,
such that none shall seek.
My weaknesses are so mine;
-a furious wrath as old as time.
You are there by stream blue
where words in mind come true.
Come, see the endless below
learn, understand and know.
Sense this belief as it flies
and tell me what else lies.
Touch me as I agonize;
-that fire shall never suffice.
I am lost for essence’s echoes;
-show me that stream not shadows.
-Nr.
Naeem, 5 march 2013
Hunger
To endless I stare
absolute obscure I see;
-behind becomes grayer
as you step upon me.
I cannot endure you
to touch the sky overhead;
-entirety is absent not few;
-the space is much to be fed.
Your finger pointed up there
and my eyes on earth now;
-those smell of dusts here
made me pondered somehow;
-of what I have made within
a hunger and terror of loss
beneath lays everything
and yet the coins I toss.
-Nr.
Naeem, 21 february 2013
Perished
Instincts no longer control me,
fright can no longer be caressed.
Drink the water I deserve,
desert this garden of mine.
Turn my nocturnal into diurnal
and blind me with your belief,
-that one time entirety will vary
and I will be who I was fated to be.
From this immorality, isolate I
for my powers have perished by.
-Nr.
Naeem, 19 february 2013
The Stone
I heard them,
heard them all,
I have seen them,
seen them all.
So cold,
they were so cold!
The rose beneath I,
decayed as I tried,
tried to lift it for light.
It was too late.
Oh Fate!
You are No more to blame!
It was me and my name.
Dry it became
in this very
vast frame.
The color faded away
as night turned darker,
but never day.
The birds cried
over the rose, silently
yet they echoed-
echoed to me endlessly.
Those hums, those voices
were slaughterers,
I lost what I had and
there was blood.
Blood on my hands!
I seized that away,
that sorrow,
that grief.
Forgive me not for
I have no mercy but anguish,
it has embraced me.
I cannot shed
that tear anymore
for this heart of mine
has turned to stone.
-Nr.
Naeem, 9 september 2012
Zeal
With the divine love of God
I embark on a voyage of doubt.
You might,
Raise Mountains of iron
And I shall smash through.
Throw pile of stones upon me,
and I shall not shatter.
Dig an ocean before me,
And I shall not cease.
Reveal a war opposing me,
and I shall not fall.
For my will to live and
the adore I Harbor, alone,
stronger than universe as lone.
Naeem, 1 july 2012
A Hope For Tomorrow
Fall, as I begin to pray
It was hard until yesterday,
I feared what tomorrow,
might perhaps be.
Could be full of regrets,
or joyful as I see.
As I set for the great lark,
away I march from the dark.
Everything soon despairs
separates within layers.
Resting on the mud, I lay
it changes the whole, but today…
-Nr.
Naeem, 27 june 2012
Arms Of HE
Into the arms of The Failure I fall, -
greeting me with a pleasant smile
He asked, “You know why you are here?”
I responded; “I’d pursue alike answer.”
As He released me, descending_
down, certainly, I saw His face.
I recalled what I have seen,
-reflecting, me, the past in paces.
Great upstairs is the path, situated.
And from present backward I confronted
Waving me goodbye with a hope
He, standing, beneath the shower of manhood.
Fades, He, as I evolve toward my goal_
forward I witnessed an aware appearance.
Breezes, surrounding me, grew so cold
bringing me a well-known fragrance.
Oh, I realize them, those arms of He
prepared to embrace the entire me.
So, I questioned; “Why’d we meet, again?”
thus He answered, “It is on earth, falls the rain.”
-Nr.
Naeem, 26 june 2012
The "I"
I,
the creator of my own heaven and hell
possess the knowledge decent and evil,
Creator of the harmony and destruction
of myself to distinguish the existence of passion,-
_to sense the everlasting greed of pleasure
and to apprehend the thought of devour.
I,
the destroyer of my own deceptions
to breed novel bridges to endless inceptions-
_to travel the disgusted burnings of hell in me
I reconstruct of which I perished so many-
I,
the prospector, in heaven, of my own grave,
infect, I, with an unbreakable will to be not a slave.
-Nr.
Naeem, 28 february 2012
Seekers
To whom thou may hopeto speak
and let them hear, those thou seek.
Your imprints may layon broken glasses
but not words that diminish always.
Your immortal souldiscerns all before
the melody of violins was thru to pure.
With hands thou beholdvanes of agony,
suffice all the desires, it shall be so dreary.
In the imminent wheregray mists lay
the voices thou perceive and wings away-
_are nothing but yourown shaped delusions!
Yet, ye all felt a scar within a drip of passions.
Ye all shalt be atthrones with aged flame
burning the vision ye grasp and name.
-Nr.
Naeem, 21 january 2012
You And I
Behold to that you have done it wrong -
your thoughts are no more than fiction.
You are too fragile yet not strong
your life is a fail, to that no contradictions.
The small world of yours shall soon fall.
-May perhaps, no longer last anymore!
Like the days bring blindness to the Owl,
-the same shall occur it had once before.
Ask “Is failing a necessity for a successor?
Are not the answers possessed by reflections?”
Surely, I point my finger at ‘you’ on the water.
Not you but I seek answers for those questions.
Or is it I who shall wait, exploiting, forever
-and to come for this life’s anhaliation?
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6 may 2024
Weronika
Wiara w zimny poranek, to sprzeniewierzenie się
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Boli bo rektoskop to nie gadżet analny, więc
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Jutro jest niewyrażalne i nie do odgadnięcia.
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violetta
Drzewka do jedzenia:)
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Tak;)
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kb
złotej*
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kontoler żłotej poświaty
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romantyczny to romantyczny, prawdziwy taki
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ucieczka z przewidzianym powrotem to też stabilizacja...
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