About Poet: my artistic self revels in the conglomerated madness that is me..drama is the stage i thrive on inside my head.. hence the whole point of my poetry
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Yesterday 6:02pm
Yesterday 6:02pm
just a thought
you ever thought you were angry until you came upon someone
consumed with anger?
were you amazed at the levels
of shit, look at your self
and say nahhhh...
i don't wanna go down that road?..
consumed with anger?
were you amazed at the levels
of shit, look at your self
and say nahhhh...
i don't wanna go down that road?..
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EROTIC POEM
Published
Yesterday 5:05pm
Yesterday 5:05pm
Harmony Theater Act 2: The Spectrum Beneath
***
let's switch gears
and listen with a different set of ears
to the breathing beneath lover's quicksand
where our sub-beings lay willingly imprisoned
envisioned in a fishbowl for two
me and you
exiles of humanity's reality show
like awkward..eccentric..amphibious creatures
vibing somewhere between alabaster and obsidian sentiments
tempting so many shades of grey
inside our aqua-darkness
we dive head first..mouths open
tongues ready to taste the language of lust
olfactories marked by the scent...
let's switch gears
and listen with a different set of ears
to the breathing beneath lover's quicksand
where our sub-beings lay willingly imprisoned
envisioned in a fishbowl for two
me and you
exiles of humanity's reality show
like awkward..eccentric..amphibious creatures
vibing somewhere between alabaster and obsidian sentiments
tempting so many shades of grey
inside our aqua-darkness
we dive head first..mouths open
tongues ready to taste the language of lust
olfactories marked by the scent...
55 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Aug 2017 7:46pm
8th Aug 2017 7:46pm
Contextualize You
just because i desire you intensely
doesn't mean i respect you
but in all fairness how would you know
i was groomed as a gentleman
that's a cultural thing
a form of indoctrination if you will
but not me at my core..
'my behind close door politics'
now that's a little closer to the truth..
i..live....somewhere between
compassion and contempt..
hence my mood swings..
pay very close attention
cuz if you keep gettin caught in how YOU feel
you'll miss my point
i love to love..
love is a canvas i can...
doesn't mean i respect you
but in all fairness how would you know
i was groomed as a gentleman
that's a cultural thing
a form of indoctrination if you will
but not me at my core..
'my behind close door politics'
now that's a little closer to the truth..
i..live....somewhere between
compassion and contempt..
hence my mood swings..
pay very close attention
cuz if you keep gettin caught in how YOU feel
you'll miss my point
i love to love..
love is a canvas i can...
148 reads
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Aug 2017 4:43pm
5th Aug 2017 4:43pm
Rumor Has It
it's been rumored
you want me to slurp up the
excess poetry between your legs
in return you'd let me ejaculate my
rugged rhapsodies down your throat
i'm just telling you what i heard from the grapevine
so how 'bout it?
i'll lick the lingua dripping off your bulging clit
and you suck the verbiage from my throbbing shaft
let's call it mutual appreciation night
i speak you leak
you speak i leak
that way we can both know
where the leaks are cumming from
um jus sayin...
you want me to slurp up the
excess poetry between your legs
in return you'd let me ejaculate my
rugged rhapsodies down your throat
i'm just telling you what i heard from the grapevine
so how 'bout it?
i'll lick the lingua dripping off your bulging clit
and you suck the verbiage from my throbbing shaft
let's call it mutual appreciation night
i speak you leak
you speak i leak
that way we can both know
where the leaks are cumming from
um jus sayin...
229 reads
7 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Aug 2017 8:07pm
4th Aug 2017 8:07pm
Safehouse
a moment of simplicity
a place of respite
here..silence is king
air takes on a different meaning
breathing less of a labor
the day becomes distant in memory
fading in the dusk of twilight
where the musk of man blooms
as love blankets the senses
in shades of velvet ebony
~~~
bathe away all judgments
beneath the soothing folds of your
soul's caretaker
faithfully taking vigil over
every emotion..every thought
gently pulling you aboard his raft
amidst your river of strife
bringing calm to...
a place of respite
here..silence is king
air takes on a different meaning
breathing less of a labor
the day becomes distant in memory
fading in the dusk of twilight
where the musk of man blooms
as love blankets the senses
in shades of velvet ebony
~~~
bathe away all judgments
beneath the soothing folds of your
soul's caretaker
faithfully taking vigil over
every emotion..every thought
gently pulling you aboard his raft
amidst your river of strife
bringing calm to...
128 reads
7 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jul 2017 7:34am
28th Jul 2017 7:34am
Old School In A New Day
For some time now I've been
Searching for an old school connection
Some real life affection
So one day I woke up
Decided to take a bold step
And go outside wireless-less
Yes! You heard me!
And I must confess
I felt quite the naked
I could barely take it
Reaching instinctively for my holster
To find there's no phone
So I had to bolster my confidence
To go out alone
Into that void
That drifting sea of humanity
Where some seemed buoyed
Some annoyed
With cellies in hand..heads buried ...
Searching for an old school connection
Some real life affection
So one day I woke up
Decided to take a bold step
And go outside wireless-less
Yes! You heard me!
And I must confess
I felt quite the naked
I could barely take it
Reaching instinctively for my holster
To find there's no phone
So I had to bolster my confidence
To go out alone
Into that void
That drifting sea of humanity
Where some seemed buoyed
Some annoyed
With cellies in hand..heads buried ...
112 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Jul 2017 7:31pm
25th Jul 2017 7:31pm
Man { Homo Ignoramus }
it wasn't his fault
he inherited his caste by birth she presumed
so she never bothered to ponder
that one lingering question
was he born sensory deficient
or is he the status quo and she the paranormal?
whatever the case..she resigned herself to
what was clearly self evident
he'll never be able to experience
desire the way she does
never comprehend how the FREE-quencies
of his human antenna
spawned a ruthless expansion across the
the entire circumference of her...
he inherited his caste by birth she presumed
so she never bothered to ponder
that one lingering question
was he born sensory deficient
or is he the status quo and she the paranormal?
whatever the case..she resigned herself to
what was clearly self evident
he'll never be able to experience
desire the way she does
never comprehend how the FREE-quencies
of his human antenna
spawned a ruthless expansion across the
the entire circumference of her...
134 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Jul 2017 3:25am
20th Jul 2017 3:25am
Graphic Intentions
tonight
i want to
give you a front row seat
to a private viewing of the process
of how it grows..how it flows
how it is cultivated..nursed to fruition
gifted and cursed by a particular addiction
Wiccan magic perhaps? hmmm
never the less..i confess
you are my cult
a postulant
before your opulence
eye envision you in some obscure corner
inside the theater of my mind
the floating phantom of my opera
awaiting this magnum opus
channeled through...
i want to
give you a front row seat
to a private viewing of the process
of how it grows..how it flows
how it is cultivated..nursed to fruition
gifted and cursed by a particular addiction
Wiccan magic perhaps? hmmm
never the less..i confess
you are my cult
a postulant
before your opulence
eye envision you in some obscure corner
inside the theater of my mind
the floating phantom of my opera
awaiting this magnum opus
channeled through...
470 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Jul 2017 10:07am
19th Jul 2017 10:07am
Words Within Words { A FromTheAsh and Naajir Collab }
the mind ripples
inspiration trickles between two
seduced by the tones of you
secrets deduced by the poems in you
as your verbs slide over synapses
words glide across the irises
your vowels caressing flesh
while your consonants tease my Y's
in a sometimes wanton breath
I inhale your exhales in the midst of
pen sculpting images
into poetic proses
too potent to ignore
sensual aftershocks
felt in tremors
blood rush induced
heartbeats thumping softly
into a slow drumming sensation
percussion in the...
inspiration trickles between two
seduced by the tones of you
secrets deduced by the poems in you
as your verbs slide over synapses
words glide across the irises
your vowels caressing flesh
while your consonants tease my Y's
in a sometimes wanton breath
I inhale your exhales in the midst of
pen sculpting images
into poetic proses
too potent to ignore
sensual aftershocks
felt in tremors
blood rush induced
heartbeats thumping softly
into a slow drumming sensation
percussion in the...
175 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jul 2017 8:47am
18th Jul 2017 8:47am
The Death of Butterflies
my scars
were like knives
dreaded to the touch
such was a tale of love
given..unreservedly
taken..undeservedly
manipulated through lust
a toxic mixture
bound to combust
turning
promises into dust
sans the stars
now
you are lost to me
the fates accost me
through dreams
turned nightmares
rendering me exhausted
drained
as
thoughts of
you remain ingrained
too many
memories roam
so many sighs
and moans echo ...
were like knives
dreaded to the touch
such was a tale of love
given..unreservedly
taken..undeservedly
manipulated through lust
a toxic mixture
bound to combust
turning
promises into dust
sans the stars
now
you are lost to me
the fates accost me
through dreams
turned nightmares
rendering me exhausted
drained
as
thoughts of
you remain ingrained
too many
memories roam
so many sighs
and moans echo ...
143 reads
EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Jul 2017 8:12pm
11th Jul 2017 8:12pm
Mood Swing Zero: Carnival Of Carnivores
at the tip of the iceberg?
shit..we haven't even landed yet..still on cloud 9
trying to condense years of metaphysical musings
into moments of physical inquisitions
the carnal has been seething with envy
our carnivorous creatures need to get acquainted now
feed off of this raw desire reeking through our pores
our eyes..our tones of speech
we're like open sores... infectious
we wanna have our cake and eat it too i suppose
appease the ego and satisfy the soul
to fuck or to make love?
can we have all of the above..and...
shit..we haven't even landed yet..still on cloud 9
trying to condense years of metaphysical musings
into moments of physical inquisitions
the carnal has been seething with envy
our carnivorous creatures need to get acquainted now
feed off of this raw desire reeking through our pores
our eyes..our tones of speech
we're like open sores... infectious
we wanna have our cake and eat it too i suppose
appease the ego and satisfy the soul
to fuck or to make love?
can we have all of the above..and...
216 reads
7 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jul 2017 11:04am
6th Jul 2017 11:04am
Redemption
struggle
is good for the soul
when the purpose
is defined
the pain
the strain
becomes worthwhile
a deeper appreciation
for the accomplishment
is ingrained
it's about the perfection
in intent
the purity in attempt
the genuineness
of heart
the rawness of passion
the joy of the journey
the process
the peeling away
the divine humbling
the belief
the sublime submission
sheer devotion to
the movement
as you are
honored to pay homage
to all that ...
is good for the soul
when the purpose
is defined
the pain
the strain
becomes worthwhile
a deeper appreciation
for the accomplishment
is ingrained
it's about the perfection
in intent
the purity in attempt
the genuineness
of heart
the rawness of passion
the joy of the journey
the process
the peeling away
the divine humbling
the belief
the sublime submission
sheer devotion to
the movement
as you are
honored to pay homage
to all that ...
191 reads
8 Comments
Poetry by Naajir