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04
Feb
12

Global Conflagration



Americans get closer to building weapon of the future’

Who is left to reign in this ruthless Power
Whose ambitions unrelenting is to tower
Leaving peoples of other nations to cower
Their war-fed ambitions this Earth they’ll scour

A Super-Power that brandishes a mask of love and peace
Beneath which lies its true face of contemptuous deceit
While pledging a false-flagged allegiance to democracy
It raises the RED WHITE and BLUE to global hegemony

Unquestioned, eliciting the co-operation of equally devious allies
Their ambition fed by promise to a piece of the  ‘wealth’ pie
By Security Council manipulation to their charted course
Collectively sanctioned to take what they desire – be it by force

Who is left to reign in this ruthless Power
Lest we see the construct of yet another Babylon Tower
This land of Earth with faces and speech of many nations
Must be saved from their impending global conflagration

and…

03
Feb
12

Sound Cloud


Join me at my new Sound Cloud website where you

have the opportunity to hear some of my poetry

http://www.soundcloud.com/naykdpoet

23
Jan
12

Paradoxical Clue


evoluiton

These words of verse offered up for view
In many ways reflect nothing new
But in the end what they are meant to do
Is simply show life understood, can renew

From birth to death, life charts an unknown course
Often just responding to unseen force
That somehow gets to where it need go
Even though the reasons for it, is not to know

Is life an illusion, a dream state fulfilled
Or is it something simpler still?

Maybe the answer lies in this paradoxical clue
See what it means to YOU:

Life is to death, as death is to life, one needs the other, to make all things right

Sentient life is but one organism within a matrix to All
Loss to this understanding is where humanity finds its flaw
It need regress to the state where it first began to crawl
To re-instate its being chosen, amongst the many, to stand most Tall

23
Jan
12

Voyage to Fate


Upon entering Cabin 612, an eight by ten room
Little did I know, it would be my doom
That water would seep from every crack
Then the moment arrives, I’ll never be going back
Alone I will wait for help to arrive
But none will come, I’ll struggle to survive
As the last light finally flickers out
I’ll be over come with fear and try to shout
But no one will hear, for they have all gone
I nervously start to hum my favorite song
The water will rise leaving just a pocket of air
How much more of this will I be able to bare
With a sudden surge, water filling the room
Little did I know, it would be my tomb

Times like these suggest life is guided by fate
There seems little room for counter debate
Innocent, guided by optimism and pleasure
Life itself offering so much to treasure
Then unbeknownst, unannounced
From out of nowhere death does trounce
In less than an instant all is lost
For no matter of reason, no matter of cost
Times like these you know life is guided by fate
There is no room for counter debate.

A dedication to those who died alone on the
fateful Costa Concordia pleasure cruise

19
Jan
12

New Prosperity-Era Of Goodness



 
Stranded by this moment of divinity
I search my soul for an answer
Looking to the ancient of beings
Whose wisdom and knowledge
Permeates amongst living souls of today
Reflections of the pain that brought us here
Yet unresolved to the matter of the heart
Tribes of humanity on the same path
But blinded by the shared light of ignorance
Lubricated by the concepts of hope and faith
While wallowing in the desires of physical indulgence
 
Is it these elements that conspire?
To give cause to lament
Restricting progress to purpose
Fusing collective consciousness to a state of chaos
Rendering masters of devious plans contrived
Fueling their power of manipulation
To structure an existence that renders futility
Futility of mind and body
Enslaving the wealth of individual souls
 
To beckon a higher order of divinity
To wash away these faults of sin
Is to mimic a child’s fantasy
For the power to render a new end
Lies in the depth of each mind
For the charge to this call
Is embodied within each new generation
Stored within the cellular equation
That manifests a worldly direction
A direction implanted by the origins of all
Scripted to an awakening of mind
With language’s meaning encrypted
Encoded to wisdom’s lock
That only time prescribed to understanding
Will find its combination to freedom’s wale
 
That which lies to manifest upon discovery
Will dissolve the shackles that now bind
Opening the gates of golden light’s enlightenment
Rendering the full power of humanity’s energy combined
To pursue at light-speed to new beginnings
Beginnings as yet undefined by words that exist
That harken a new era of prosperity of goodness
That lies beyond the power of mortal souls to conscript

12
Jan
12

Humble Author


Empty, pouring my life into words
Words not knowing if ever to be heard
A notion that leaves my mind disturbed
A blight of which never to be cured

Years of days indecently go by
The incessant compulsion I try
To avoid expression, to decry
Feelings, expunged by words to die

Countless are the emotions compiled
Page upon page denoting my trials
Conjuring ghostly images, an obscure smile
More often painting a life defiled

Endless seems this timeless chore to be
Scribing this life passage for others to see
A collective tomb wishfully worthy of thee
As humble author to words given to me

12
Jan
12

Jimmie


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 I looked, I saw, not a frown, but a glorious smile, his life burdened, though it may seem, was to him, a life worth all its trial.

12
Jan
12

Simple Words


I look at you, you look my way
Hoping from your lips the words to say
That you love me, you will always stay
Simple words to forever change my day

I was born by you an unwanted child
The source reason to my growing wild
The years of days I forced a smile
With a cold heart by a life defiled

Burdened by knowing, not knowing love
The main ingredient to what I’m now made of
Getting what I get – push and shove
Trying not to fit like an ill-fitting glove

I look at you, you look my way
Hoping from your lips words too late to say
Simple words that could have changed my day
Words of love from which I would never stray.

01
Jan
12

Love


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 to yet once more, emote: Love

25
Dec
11

Paradoxical of Truths:


The following, I call Paradoxical of Truths, came to mind in the order they appear and, quite paradoxically since I don’t normally think  paradoxically that, by its so being, results in a paradox infinitude:

The matter, that matters, most to matter, is that it matters, to be matter

Whether it is or, whether it is not, is whether not is or, whether is not

If what is right is wrong, wrong need be right, for right to be wrong

When up goes down, down is up, when up is down

A ball is round, when round is a ball

A line is a line

Is Is

I

And, subsequently discovered, that if the the degrading in the length of each line forms a subtle curve not unlike to bowl of a chalice. Hence by copying and reversing and align to the corresponding line – does in fact form a perfectly-shaped chalice bowl, place a stem on it and what do you have: (click to enlarge)




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