Submissions by Naajir
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
just for the joy of pushin that pen..wherever it goes
Just Naaasty [a 2 in the mornin,gin induced remix ]
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Recycled Ni@@ers
Sistaz get knocked up
As brothas get locked up
At astronomical rates
It's damn near comical
Makes you laugh until you cry
Or just wanna holler
Younginz repeatedly remanded
Comin home with invisible collars
Black balled and branded
Children left stranded
Single mothers struggling
Facin hardknocks in
Housing facilities
With no sense of stability
Waitin on men still considered
A commodity on parole
Fulfilling their societal role
Studded out amongst their own
Bringing more ghetto bastards...
As brothas get locked up
At astronomical rates
It's damn near comical
Makes you laugh until you cry
Or just wanna holler
Younginz repeatedly remanded
Comin home with invisible collars
Black balled and branded
Children left stranded
Single mothers struggling
Facin hardknocks in
Housing facilities
With no sense of stability
Waitin on men still considered
A commodity on parole
Fulfilling their societal role
Studded out amongst their own
Bringing more ghetto bastards...
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Schizophrenic Scripture
in another
attempt to put pen to paper
i plot a course
as ideas are omnipresent
but today I'm filled with contempt
cuz there's an ominous cloud
hovering about
making things a wee bit murky
and without a pronounced vibe
as the vehicle
these jagged musings
just linger in the labyrinth of the mind
echoing in the halls
of this endless cathedral
banging in rebellion
against invisible walls
antagonists of a sooted soul
awaiting...
attempt to put pen to paper
i plot a course
as ideas are omnipresent
but today I'm filled with contempt
cuz there's an ominous cloud
hovering about
making things a wee bit murky
and without a pronounced vibe
as the vehicle
these jagged musings
just linger in the labyrinth of the mind
echoing in the halls
of this endless cathedral
banging in rebellion
against invisible walls
antagonists of a sooted soul
awaiting...
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Glad I Made The List
i know
you got a lotta dudes
gettin at you
many are called
chosen are few
and even though you can only see me through
your side view mirror
my aim is to become the center of your focus
to get a picture that's clearer
step out the periphery of that convex
you only got a glimpse of me
not the entire context
I'm comin on stronger with desire and respect
lettin my soul reflect with fluidity through my mind
dig a lil deeper and I'm sure
you'll find a treasure trove of love
stashed away inside my chest...
you got a lotta dudes
gettin at you
many are called
chosen are few
and even though you can only see me through
your side view mirror
my aim is to become the center of your focus
to get a picture that's clearer
step out the periphery of that convex
you only got a glimpse of me
not the entire context
I'm comin on stronger with desire and respect
lettin my soul reflect with fluidity through my mind
dig a lil deeper and I'm sure
you'll find a treasure trove of love
stashed away inside my chest...
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Distant Lover
What is poetry
But a message in a bottle?..
So with that in mind
I send you these words
Shaken and stirred within my Soul
Aged inside the deep recesses of my mind
Dripped with care from my quill's tip
Into this time capsule...
It's these diminutive fragments of a man
I hope will reach their destination fully intact
May they navigate their way into
The crevices of your mind if only
To engage your intellect and curiosity
May my ink become the warm sentiment
That lovingly bastes your heart in the ...
But a message in a bottle?..
So with that in mind
I send you these words
Shaken and stirred within my Soul
Aged inside the deep recesses of my mind
Dripped with care from my quill's tip
Into this time capsule...
It's these diminutive fragments of a man
I hope will reach their destination fully intact
May they navigate their way into
The crevices of your mind if only
To engage your intellect and curiosity
May my ink become the warm sentiment
That lovingly bastes your heart in the ...
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A View Spoken In 3rd Person
not necessarily a grimy dude
just a fool at times
chasing after his own passions
tripping over the ego
instead of leaping
to get over himself
caught slipping in a mess
of his own making
as love beckons
there for the taking
despite how much he rambles
there's something sincere within him
that's worth the gamble
a notoriously late bloomer
sidestepping his own doom
by faith/fortitude and some timely luck/providence. .
so close to prominence
yet so painfully far away..
still his spirit won't let him stray ...
just a fool at times
chasing after his own passions
tripping over the ego
instead of leaping
to get over himself
caught slipping in a mess
of his own making
as love beckons
there for the taking
despite how much he rambles
there's something sincere within him
that's worth the gamble
a notoriously late bloomer
sidestepping his own doom
by faith/fortitude and some timely luck/providence. .
so close to prominence
yet so painfully far away..
still his spirit won't let him stray ...
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without a trace
it was as if
it never happened
traveling about this beautiful landscape
one may take notice of
a small pocket of evidence
a tiny hint of
an ugly truth
only to be summarily dismissed
as an afterthought
....
and as autumn encroaches
in shades of November leaves
the nostalgia of family
takes center stage
with joyful ruminations
of gatherings past
....
so thankful for our blessings
as the many of us
are soon to join in prayer
over extravagant banquets
with the Lord in our thoughts
and love in our souls...
it never happened
traveling about this beautiful landscape
one may take notice of
a small pocket of evidence
a tiny hint of
an ugly truth
only to be summarily dismissed
as an afterthought
....
and as autumn encroaches
in shades of November leaves
the nostalgia of family
takes center stage
with joyful ruminations
of gatherings past
....
so thankful for our blessings
as the many of us
are soon to join in prayer
over extravagant banquets
with the Lord in our thoughts
and love in our souls...
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Stalker
i see you
and even when i can’t
still i sense you
there
on that same non-distinct corner
lurking
...working your way
closer...
....
i shine my light on you
but still can’t get a clear picture
...
nevertheless
i KNOW you
from my travels
and so you feel
i owe you
...
a taste of my
......................
humanity
a succulent dish
maybe you assume
.....
...
and even when i can’t
still i sense you
there
on that same non-distinct corner
lurking
...working your way
closer...
....
i shine my light on you
but still can’t get a clear picture
...
nevertheless
i KNOW you
from my travels
and so you feel
i owe you
...
a taste of my
......................
humanity
a succulent dish
maybe you assume
.....
...
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My Pusher
she pushed ink like
a crack dealer
my number one smack dealer
my soul's healer
my mind stealer
the heroine of my heart
shootin heroin straight into my veins
main line
takin the red eye
straight to my third eye
swellin my main vine
thick n full
she push n pulls...
erections
emotions...
ink spots irises
all i see is
beautiful black lotion
the most sensual poem-a-therapy
like Calgon
she takes me away..... ...
a crack dealer
my number one smack dealer
my soul's healer
my mind stealer
the heroine of my heart
shootin heroin straight into my veins
main line
takin the red eye
straight to my third eye
swellin my main vine
thick n full
she push n pulls...
erections
emotions...
ink spots irises
all i see is
beautiful black lotion
the most sensual poem-a-therapy
like Calgon
she takes me away..... ...
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f**k The Norm
I write this piece in protest to those who
Suggest that I tune into the local
Programming and live a life that's
Considered routine and formal
Worship a manufactured god,bleed me
Through taxes,retire me at sixty somethin
And sit back and wait to die is what
They claim as being normal
Nah baby...no yellow brick road for me
'cause I'm steppin off into the forbidden
Forest and I'm gonna spark n blaze my
Own trail
Illuminate my own path with the fire of
My uncanny desires which pour from a
Place I store deep...
Suggest that I tune into the local
Programming and live a life that's
Considered routine and formal
Worship a manufactured god,bleed me
Through taxes,retire me at sixty somethin
And sit back and wait to die is what
They claim as being normal
Nah baby...no yellow brick road for me
'cause I'm steppin off into the forbidden
Forest and I'm gonna spark n blaze my
Own trail
Illuminate my own path with the fire of
My uncanny desires which pour from a
Place I store deep...
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U R You-niquely U
You picked up the pen...and there you
Decided that you and only you would
Tell the tale of you...
Yes....you have read books...
Many many books...
But you knew then....
Knew how to read books
What they were intended for...originally
Inspiration...
They were never meant to serve as blueprints
To be followed to a T...
Unthinkingly
Copied to..perfection...
Plagiarized...
No...
That would be the same as copying
Someone's Soul..
In a manner of speaking...
You instead chose to express...
Decided that you and only you would
Tell the tale of you...
Yes....you have read books...
Many many books...
But you knew then....
Knew how to read books
What they were intended for...originally
Inspiration...
They were never meant to serve as blueprints
To be followed to a T...
Unthinkingly
Copied to..perfection...
Plagiarized...
No...
That would be the same as copying
Someone's Soul..
In a manner of speaking...
You instead chose to express...
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My Little Heaven
I wonder...
If I could live poetically...
For one day only..
Just 24 hours..
What would I do?..
Didn't take much thought actually...
I would become neurologically altered so that
My speech will falter bringing me that
Much closer to my beautiful daughter...
In her world of autism....
Where I would give up the norm and
Embrace a new form of talking...walking with her
As she TAKES me by the hand helping me to
Innerstand the more grand plans beyond this land
Let her do the teaching
And I'll do the...
If I could live poetically...
For one day only..
Just 24 hours..
What would I do?..
Didn't take much thought actually...
I would become neurologically altered so that
My speech will falter bringing me that
Much closer to my beautiful daughter...
In her world of autism....
Where I would give up the norm and
Embrace a new form of talking...walking with her
As she TAKES me by the hand helping me to
Innerstand the more grand plans beyond this land
Let her do the teaching
And I'll do the...
#daughter
#Autism
#fatherhood
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