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 Jan 2015 Navon Jadeen
Erenn
Karma
 Jan 2015 Navon Jadeen
Erenn
Denying stigma of bided truth
You're still breathing, this is proof
Stagnant lies with poignant breaths
You chose this fate
You created this mess

Denying truth will only make you bided
No matter how fluctuated life is
Circles of contempt will never end

Rotating to the eminent truth
You'll be stuck in this loop hole
Repetitions of remorse will tire you out
It's never too late if you just shout

Shout for forgiveness
Shout for compassion
The fallen you condemned
The innocent you slaughtered

The devil always waiting by the gate
The time when the angels die
That's when you realized it's too late
It will always come back to you.
So face the truth.
One
Chest to chest we breath as one
As we danced under the stars to the beat of the drums
The music inside our heads
We will never fall short
You held me tight so you knew which way to go
Together as one you help me make me first leap
Into the air you threw your all
But i know when I come down you'll catch me
Because you knew if you didnt we both would fall
its based on the saying down make me fall if you dont plan on catching me
 Dec 2014 Navon Jadeen
WickedHope
Is it possible
that there's someone
just as
broken as
me
out there
looking
for someone
to be
whole
with?
Just a thing.
I write a lot of short things.
I'm a lonely thing.
Looking for someone real.
Maybe someday I'll find them.
Hopefully before we both die.
That'd be prefered.
 Nov 2014 Navon Jadeen
rosine
You’re the boy who tucked razor blades beneath his tongue
But pointed blame when he tasted nothing but bitter metal
You’re the boy who tied his arms around his tin chest
Because he thought he could hide the missing pieces
Of the heart beating a broken rhythm on his sleeves
And you’re the boy who knocked me down and stole my naked trust
As if I couldn't see where you had carved my name
Into the curve of your smile
 Nov 2014 Navon Jadeen
r
you came in from the cold dressed bold
under a black flag like isis on the road
to baghdad in a red ferrari going all john
le carré defecting with the little drummer
girl laurie in a deadly affair expecting
the honourable school boy when i'm used
to being a most wanted man -

now i'm no naïve and sentimental lover, baby
i'm the perfect spy and this ain't a small town
in germany but ich bin ein berliner, fraulein -
you better make this your last call for the dead

- it was (y)our kind of game playing
tinkering tailoring soldiering spying -
doodling smiley's people on the side
acting like absolute friends with fred
the constant gardener at the russia house
and red the tailor of panama
like a ***** with a straw up your nose
in the looking glass war
but if you do it again -

let me tell you a secret, pilgrim
i'll drop you where you lie -
it'll be a ****** of quality, baby
and that's a delicate truth

- you were our kind of traitor
on the blue mesa.

r ~ 11/14/14

i like john le carré
:)
 Nov 2014 Navon Jadeen
Angelina
I weep for you, sweet angel.
So alone and isolated.
So scared of what the future could hold,
Or perhaps what it couldn't,
That you preferred to die rather than live.
I wish I could have held you.

I weep for you, brother.
Who lost your sibling.
Who regrets every cross word
And every assault and insult,
With the bruised eyes and torn soul
Don't blame yourself.

I weep for you, mother.
Who loved you baby more than anything.
Who laughed with him,
And cried for him,
And now battles with every ghost of a memory.
He loved you too.

I weep for you, father.
Who dreamt of your child's future,
Who imagined he would be a father someday too.
Who feigns strength for your family
But wants more than anything to break down too.
You tried your hardest.

I weep for you, world.
Who watched as an angel fell.
Who observed the skies opening for him,
Who watched the heavens pour out.
Who cradles him now, tighter than ever.
*Hold him gently, for all of us.
When given a prompt by our local PTSA themed "the world would be a better place if..." I decided upon a poem about feminism. Unfortunately, a tragedy occurred locally and a high school student committed suicide. So at the last second, I changed my reflection to "the world would be a better place if... no one wanted to commit suicide."
 Nov 2014 Navon Jadeen
r
detail
 Nov 2014 Navon Jadeen
r
a learning experience
- the detailed
timing and precision

- a certain etiquette
in the rise and fall
of hands and feet

i learned the walk
- mirrored on the toe
of a spit-shined boot

shooting imaginary doves
in white gloves -

the proper fold
of the cloth
- tight and taught
with stars above

the tri-fold - not
a trifling thing we're told

the color of a mother's tears
and grip of a father's grief -
the why in the cry of a child

- sad song of the bugler
on a windswept hill
standing in the detail.

r ~ 10/29/14
 Nov 2014 Navon Jadeen
Angelina
So here I am,
Praying to a God that won't answer me,
The one you don't believe in but still curse for your shortcomings.
And as tears fall to my lips,
I realize they taste a hell of a lot like whiskey and your broken promises.
 Nov 2014 Navon Jadeen
Angelina
I don't need a lullaby.

I'm tired of being told to sleep it off and that it'll all be better tomorrow because sometimes you wake up feeling as desperate (if not more so) than before.

Pretty lyrics aren't going to remedy ugly scathing words and a soft, slow melody isn't going to cover up the irregular sound of a heart trying to beat in a rhythm it doesn't remember.

So kindly stop trying to force me to enjoy a happy tune I don't want to sing and give me a song that's honest and angry and raw like I am because at least then I don't have to pretend everything is just fine.
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