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The Risen Man
my alone time is where i like
to take the space i take to privately atone
introspectively inspect the weeds that seek to vine
through the crevices of a cracked heart
separate which seeds have grown along the alignment
of divine intelligence
balancing scales through tales of my crypt
honest and humbling
this script i de-scribe must be
the furtherance of unadulterated truth
swallow it wholesale...the acidic and the alkaline
grow and flow with that which
bestows me strength of Samson sans dreads
regenerating...rejuvenating...
while ruminating on the book of my dead loved ones
i'm still alive...honoring...on purpose
carrying the weight of my own water...straining order from chaos
knowing the work is never done
as long as i'm still standing...walking Gaia...casting Shadows
illuminated by the Sun...'tis the spark
i use as my Lantern through the pitch of Dark
Eye am the Ark that steadies my Soul across a flood
of torrential emotions...past the turbulence of grievances...
over walls of regrets..stirring God's elixir...
from the brain down through my veins
the fixer of the Self...tapping into a wealth of worth
a nomadic king crowned in the desert my real
my Coppertone steeled and stilled
patiently awaiting more instructions from my Inner G
as i rock in my favorite chair
alone...stringing a tone of...a {k}new tune
that's soon to come..
for sure
to take the space i take to privately atone
introspectively inspect the weeds that seek to vine
through the crevices of a cracked heart
separate which seeds have grown along the alignment
of divine intelligence
balancing scales through tales of my crypt
honest and humbling
this script i de-scribe must be
the furtherance of unadulterated truth
swallow it wholesale...the acidic and the alkaline
grow and flow with that which
bestows me strength of Samson sans dreads
regenerating...rejuvenating...
while ruminating on the book of my dead loved ones
i'm still alive...honoring...on purpose
carrying the weight of my own water...straining order from chaos
knowing the work is never done
as long as i'm still standing...walking Gaia...casting Shadows
illuminated by the Sun...'tis the spark
i use as my Lantern through the pitch of Dark
Eye am the Ark that steadies my Soul across a flood
of torrential emotions...past the turbulence of grievances...
over walls of regrets..stirring God's elixir...
from the brain down through my veins
the fixer of the Self...tapping into a wealth of worth
a nomadic king crowned in the desert my real
my Coppertone steeled and stilled
patiently awaiting more instructions from my Inner G
as i rock in my favorite chair
alone...stringing a tone of...a {k}new tune
that's soon to come..
for sure
Published 7th May 2024
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8th May 2024 00:09am
OK, Naaj, there is SO much to unpack here. This kicked ass
First? This? YES SIR! I love this image.
"introspectively inspect the weeds that seek to vine
through the crevices of a cracked heart "
I also loved the way you used capitalization to empahsize shit. The lower i has (since ee cummings) indicated a diminished self, as if the I were the lesser important attribute of the poem. You exploded deities and concepts that are treated in a godly way with capital letters.
That was cool.
You're still a word ninja man.
Nice read.
But this image steals the fucking show:
"bestows me strength of Samson sans dreads
regenerating...rejuvenating...
while ruminating on the book of my dead loved ones "
Sampson with short hair is weak, shorn by Delilah and taken hostage. The way you used this to show heartbreak and rebuilding was so much yes.
First? This? YES SIR! I love this image.
"introspectively inspect the weeds that seek to vine
through the crevices of a cracked heart "
I also loved the way you used capitalization to empahsize shit. The lower i has (since ee cummings) indicated a diminished self, as if the I were the lesser important attribute of the poem. You exploded deities and concepts that are treated in a godly way with capital letters.
That was cool.
You're still a word ninja man.
Nice read.
But this image steals the fucking show:
"bestows me strength of Samson sans dreads
regenerating...rejuvenating...
while ruminating on the book of my dead loved ones "
Sampson with short hair is weak, shorn by Delilah and taken hostage. The way you used this to show heartbreak and rebuilding was so much yes.
8th May 2024 00:18am
8th May 2024 1:02pm
Wow, this left me speechless.
So much clevernesss: "Samson sans dreads" and "Eye am the Ark" not to even mention the assonance in this piece. There's just too many lines to quote, so I'll leave it at: epic write, Naaj.
Respect, D
So much clevernesss: "Samson sans dreads" and "Eye am the Ark" not to even mention the assonance in this piece. There's just too many lines to quote, so I'll leave it at: epic write, Naaj.
Respect, D
8th May 2024 1:12pm
Not much to add that the ladies above my comment didn't cover. A strong sense checking one's compass & assessing direction felt in this one. Your inner strength is hella strong
9th May 2024 9:07am
11th May 2024 10:11pm
(That's a bad ass header pic. The water hydrating over the sand/grit of moving forward)
Your write is even more motivational. It has a strong maturity of someone who's been there and now shares their wisdom of managing life around the constraints of time.
Well done, Naajir.
Your write is even more motivational. It has a strong maturity of someone who's been there and now shares their wisdom of managing life around the constraints of time.
Well done, Naajir.
12th May 2024 1:01pm
I immensely love the strong power of your words, what they convey in god English,, and they convince the reader with the emotional diction you perfectly use.
God bless, and much success.........
God bless, and much success.........
14th May 2024 5:10pm
