Taking a still graphic painting into the visual universe of motion to create a new, realm paradigm of perceptional representation amplified by a mood garnering sound-track. Enjoy.
Author Archive for NAYKD POET
22
Jan
21
To Be Heard
As one who has spent many hours of his life infused with the need to express what is felt, seen, and heard; to acknowledge a young, inspiring Poet Amanda Gorman [https://youtu.be/FpR7iELvVrI]: to give poetry its place to affectively communicate in so many words, the hearts, minds, and consciousness of the many; gave inspiration to the following in tribute to her glorious achievement(s):
To Be Heard
To write a Poem, is not just words;
It is an individual’s feelings, felt to be heard.
To those whom encounter such a poem;
Know, its meaning is to find an emotional home.
Inspiration, often from the most innocuous place,
Can stimulate a composition of wisdom, hope and grace.
So, understanding that a Poem is more than just words;
Let its next encounter give cause for its meaning to be truly heard.
07
Jan
21
Conscious Minds’ Nod
Conscious presence of Mind,
Without which there is nothing to find;
Nor reason for purpose to define;
Nor form of structure to space in time.
Human Sentience is the perception tool
That allows for physic’s understanding to rule;
Otherwise, humanity becomes the ultimate fool
By believing: its domain is the ultimate jewel.
Does humanity’s presence make a Universe appear;
Or does all that it be – simply disappear,
Without perceptive eyes to see, ears to hear;
Or presence of conscious minds’ perception-sphere?
The answer to this quandary might be resolved
By going beyond Nature’s fundamental laws:
That all is known, guided by them, might be flawed
By their inception to a reality needing a conscious mind’s nod.
What do you think – yah, or nay?
06
Dec
20
The Year That Was…
Creeping stealth-fully through each month of the year,
Bringing with it a growing amount of fear,
The cold shadow of virus-illness’ darkness
Befall, bringing with it anxiety, and debilitating stress.
Compounding the problem to this insidious ill,
Is a global political divide making it worse, still.
Rancor on the Left, rancor rebuttal, from the Right;
Not the best during Pandemic, to sustain an intransigent fight.
Human-life, and Common-Treasure the servers to the toll;
A calamity, its egregious outcome is yet, to both, fully bestow.
Yet, to those to whom the power of decision for remedy to make
At times, for reasons unknown, seem willing to forsake.
Conspiracies to this reckoning flourish with suspicion to ill-inform;
Add to this a disputed, Presidential election to hyper this deadly storm.
Front-line workers: doctors, nurses, caregivers to the suffering infirmed;
Regardless, sacrifice to their fullest extent; need be more widely learned.
“An end is in sight – light at the end of the tunnel” echoed by the Media machine;
Labs, pharmaceutical producers feverishly work, to manufacture a viable vaccine;
And though the end of this disastrous 2020th Year, with all that to endure;
The future seems a little brighter, with hope 2021 will be a full remedy cure.
In the end, with Family & Friends, it’s now we’re most want for celebration;
And though all must respect the potential to spreading this contagion;
During the coming Christmas, and approaching New Year,
Limit your exposure to the love-ones you most want to holler and cheer!!
Merry Christmas & Happy New Year 2021
14
Nov
20
Poet’s Mask
Hidden behind the poet’s mask of 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 written, is meant to cry
A work of fiction then one could conclude:
Artificial circumstance, or meaning to extrude?
Not in the least: it is mere device,
Exercised to protect from guilt of vice.
14
Nov
20
Death Mask
the growing want, once and for all, to throw this sack of flesh covered bone into the eternal darkness of nothingness; having lost to trial of accomplishment, labelling this soul of presence to energy expended as futile, and render this life expunged: with a final sardonic smile!
14
Nov
20
Cosmic Trail
With all the strength that is my mind
I reach down deep, within my soul;
Prodding in search to find
My purpose – my ultimate goal.
My brain all muddled, and confused;
Consumed in search of a truth
To answerer the question:
What am I here to do?.
I know, with degree of certainty,
Countless others are of like mind;
Accepting life’s given challenges,
In hopes of this answer too, they will find.
Day in, day out – life-cycle continues;
Plodding along in mindless routine
Changing hats, and coats but, not the venue;
Driven forward by energy forces unseen.
Emanating from the minutest of Earth’s creatures;
Time’s life spirals outward, increasingly to an empirical scale;
Though we exhibit different living features,
Incrementally, we all follow the same cosmic trail.
16
Aug
20
naykdpoet on Medium
To those whom graciously follow my rants, here is a link to a number of essays written to my Medium.com account, not posted here: https://medium.com/me/stories/public
The tide of developments materializing since the commencement of this new decade; I have provided my view to these and am surprised to the degree to which they have so manifest. It is not to suggest some mysterious insight, but purely observing the trends, the course of discussion by those providing the necessary, crucial, and critical thinking on the topics of relevance to our societal future.
Thank you for your taking an interest in my writing contributions.
04
Jun
20
Music
Brought to this thought of poem by the musical talent of a friend whose lyrical creativity and vocal talent is wanting to be expressed and shared with an appreciative audience:
Music
Absorbed into the magic – of the song
Forgetting all that make life wrong
Into this mystical world I forever long
This is where I feel – most strong
Vibration’s frequency stir my Being
Optic nerve’s creation become seeing
Brain neurons make it all believing
Into the nether world – I am bleeding
Lost to dimensions thought not to exist
Why others fail to notice, strive to resist
To delve into submission – to the bliss
Given by the music – vibration – so easy to enlist
Flowing through endless universal sounds
Gravity’s weight loss – no longer being held down
Unrestrained – floating – unbound
Contentment of Being – and more – is found
02
Apr
20
Physical Existence?
Mulling through my collection of poem, prose, etc.; I encountered this particular poem; this lead me to creating this poster; expressive of words imagery:
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