Poetry by Naajir
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
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published 20th June 2017 7:46pm
be still you
the sun
illumines secrets of divinity
trees whisper tales
from mother's akashic memoirs
you were borne in egg form
an extract from the heavens
the great hatching is upon thee
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hold firm and true
duty must be dignified
trust must be acted out loud
shun the crowd
overseers can only look down
peer beyond those thousand eyes
and 'see' the hovering island
that was always
uni in verse
~~~~~
dare the bared witness
as scriptures unfold
in native tongues untold ...
the sun
illumines secrets of divinity
trees whisper tales
from mother's akashic memoirs
you were borne in egg form
an extract from the heavens
the great hatching is upon thee
~~~~
hold firm and true
duty must be dignified
trust must be acted out loud
shun the crowd
overseers can only look down
peer beyond those thousand eyes
and 'see' the hovering island
that was always
uni in verse
~~~~~
dare the bared witness
as scriptures unfold
in native tongues untold ...
36 reads
Hollow { A Naajir and Akasha Collaboration }
EROTIC POEM
Published 14th June 2017 8:56am
EXTREME CONTENT
234 reads
5 Comments
Tanqueray and Tourniquets
LOVE POEM
Published 13th June 2017 8:18am
as pharaoh cocks his bow and arrow
just know it was a twisted form of hydraulic despotism
from the very beginning
an unspoken pact between the 'king and eye'
...
easily i bled for you without hesitation
left my Frankenstein-stitched heart dangling on a sleeve
for you to sink your teeth into and
suckle upon this tainted love time and again
but see
i was born without a warning label
that should've read
'BEWARE OF SUDDEN DROUGHTS'
and right there you'd feel
this once raging tsunami of unadulterated...
just know it was a twisted form of hydraulic despotism
from the very beginning
an unspoken pact between the 'king and eye'
...
easily i bled for you without hesitation
left my Frankenstein-stitched heart dangling on a sleeve
for you to sink your teeth into and
suckle upon this tainted love time and again
but see
i was born without a warning label
that should've read
'BEWARE OF SUDDEN DROUGHTS'
and right there you'd feel
this once raging tsunami of unadulterated...
72 reads
6 Comments
A Game Of Touche'
EROTIC POEM
Published 18th April 2017 8:29pm
usually it works
from the crown on down
this time around
it grew from the root
unexpected it truly was
how your voice spoke past my intellect and
stoked the fire lurking in my blood
like the call of my wild
causing my mood to shift from mild to manic
making me restless
got me feeling boxed in these boxer-briefs
i need your relief
indulge this bulge beneath my khakis
shit done went left then south
your swollen lackey throbs for you...sobs for you
yearns for the warmth of your mouth ...
from the crown on down
this time around
it grew from the root
unexpected it truly was
how your voice spoke past my intellect and
stoked the fire lurking in my blood
like the call of my wild
causing my mood to shift from mild to manic
making me restless
got me feeling boxed in these boxer-briefs
i need your relief
indulge this bulge beneath my khakis
shit done went left then south
your swollen lackey throbs for you...sobs for you
yearns for the warmth of your mouth ...
210 reads
3 Comments
Soapbox Edition #9: Rise Of The Joker
DARK POEM
Published 14th April 2017 7:08pm
madness is just like gravity
all it needs is a little push"
Heath Ledger
>>>>>
birthed in a prism of symbolism
it was blood in blood out from the very beginning
inside this here mutated gulag...plug in and zone out
red flag the american flag
watch 'em drag souls up n down twitter..laced in bitter blues
bruised [calloused ] individuals
sleepless in cyberspace
hyperspace...'warp' factor is the x factor
on some Cap'n Kirk type shit
regarding the indigenous as aliens on...
all it needs is a little push"
Heath Ledger
>>>>>
birthed in a prism of symbolism
it was blood in blood out from the very beginning
inside this here mutated gulag...plug in and zone out
red flag the american flag
watch 'em drag souls up n down twitter..laced in bitter blues
bruised [calloused ] individuals
sleepless in cyberspace
hyperspace...'warp' factor is the x factor
on some Cap'n Kirk type shit
regarding the indigenous as aliens on...
107 reads
Death's Satire
DARK POEM
Published 9th April 2017 1:03am
she
was entropy re-imagined
shit...if only you knew her truth
you wouldn't have held on any longer than you had to
yet here you are
living beneath your means
bowing to the children of a lesser god
to those
who anointed themselves as the gatekeepers
holding you in the mud
while they reach for the heavens
such foolishness
no
do not get this psa twisted
it's speaks beyond...
was entropy re-imagined
shit...if only you knew her truth
you wouldn't have held on any longer than you had to
yet here you are
living beneath your means
bowing to the children of a lesser god
to those
who anointed themselves as the gatekeepers
holding you in the mud
while they reach for the heavens
such foolishness
no
do not get this psa twisted
it's speaks beyond...
148 reads
Promise
EROTIC POEM
Published 28th March 2017 9:21am
gagged and bound
confound in leather straps
stinging slaps and vile epithets.
reminds her of her place
kneeling beneath his authority
subservient
her mind swirling
drunk off of sexual anxiety
high off the scent of raw masculinity
awaiting what's next
beyond his stalking voice
her cunt is throbbing
aching with hunger
dripping like the impatient little bitch
that she is..
wondering...ever wondering
where is the fucking punishment
he promised
confound in leather straps
stinging slaps and vile epithets.
reminds her of her place
kneeling beneath his authority
subservient
her mind swirling
drunk off of sexual anxiety
high off the scent of raw masculinity
awaiting what's next
beyond his stalking voice
her cunt is throbbing
aching with hunger
dripping like the impatient little bitch
that she is..
wondering...ever wondering
where is the fucking punishment
he promised
411 reads
7 Comments
Quotes From Omitted Footnotes
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published 28th March 2017 9:03am
it was always dust
tasted a lot like sugar
but dust all the same"
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a thought is all it takes
a simple structure
custom tailored by an idea
cultivated at the gala of extravaganza
in hopes of being made into a tangible thesis perhaps
a fragmented yet cohesive spillage
dropping down the chimney-mind
sometimes divine
sometimes as a gift from the Satan's claws
*read the fine print*
...
tasted a lot like sugar
but dust all the same"
****
a thought is all it takes
a simple structure
custom tailored by an idea
cultivated at the gala of extravaganza
in hopes of being made into a tangible thesis perhaps
a fragmented yet cohesive spillage
dropping down the chimney-mind
sometimes divine
sometimes as a gift from the Satan's claws
*read the fine print*
...
196 reads
Your Silence
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published 23rd March 2017 6:50pm
your silence has weight
leaves you heavy on my mind
whatever the reason..i don't question it
i just acknowledge and honor it's presence
watch how it hovers..
i can feel the texture of its essence
infectious it is...
your silence swells in the back of my throat
causing a burgeoning of words
burdening me..with more of your weight
i carry you throughout the day
cloaked by my subconscious self
selfishly wanting to
lay you down
in...
leaves you heavy on my mind
whatever the reason..i don't question it
i just acknowledge and honor it's presence
watch how it hovers..
i can feel the texture of its essence
infectious it is...
your silence swells in the back of my throat
causing a burgeoning of words
burdening me..with more of your weight
i carry you throughout the day
cloaked by my subconscious self
selfishly wanting to
lay you down
in...
192 reads
2 Comments
Hunger Games
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published 23rd March 2017 4:36pm
she was an Instagram sham
playing host to the seductive cyber-ghost roaming her shell
owning the deed to her private little hell
the one who taught her how to sell a shell game
to those dirty minded thirsty dudes
gain her the past due claim to fame
she felt she deserved by exploiting her frame
through photo shopped pics
carefully cropped and fitted to fulfill fantasies
with the flaws cleverly omitted
accompanied by conversational texts
tediously constructed as an obstruction to her...
playing host to the seductive cyber-ghost roaming her shell
owning the deed to her private little hell
the one who taught her how to sell a shell game
to those dirty minded thirsty dudes
gain her the past due claim to fame
she felt she deserved by exploiting her frame
through photo shopped pics
carefully cropped and fitted to fulfill fantasies
with the flaws cleverly omitted
accompanied by conversational texts
tediously constructed as an obstruction to her...
100 reads
1 Comment
Thank You
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published 20th March 2017 12:28pm
your energy
whether spoken or otherwise
is deeply appreciated
your silence is felt
in the marrow of my bones
i read more in the things you don't say
it's as if i can decipher
the different kinds of quiet
seeping from you..
no..not a minder reader i am
not in the least
just feel like i got a profound sense
of your soul's vibrations
a connection that occupies its own vacuum
a mystique that is self sustaining
i dig that....immensely
and just know..i am not asking for
more than what was...
whether spoken or otherwise
is deeply appreciated
your silence is felt
in the marrow of my bones
i read more in the things you don't say
it's as if i can decipher
the different kinds of quiet
seeping from you..
no..not a minder reader i am
not in the least
just feel like i got a profound sense
of your soul's vibrations
a connection that occupies its own vacuum
a mystique that is self sustaining
i dig that....immensely
and just know..i am not asking for
more than what was...
200 reads
The Great Wall
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published 19th March 2017 3:24pm
beyond the bedroom what is it do we have here?
an affliction for tales of fiction
cultivating addictions while caught up in
sensual late nite diction filled with confessions of wantonness.
so liberal and free thinking behind closed doors
yet a conservative prude in your day to day activities
i mean..where did all that submissiveness go?
thought i had you in captivity like an exquisite creature
you wore raw sentiments on your sleeves with such recklessness
only to hang them out to dry by the morning sun ...
an affliction for tales of fiction
cultivating addictions while caught up in
sensual late nite diction filled with confessions of wantonness.
so liberal and free thinking behind closed doors
yet a conservative prude in your day to day activities
i mean..where did all that submissiveness go?
thought i had you in captivity like an exquisite creature
you wore raw sentiments on your sleeves with such recklessness
only to hang them out to dry by the morning sun ...
143 reads
14 Comments