Nakia 16h

I am depressed
I am a sad child tossed into a sad world
I hear others speak of me
And cant bring myself to care
Because the comments are true
And I'm nothing to me
In my head I hold no value
Besides support to my peers
A family member to those close
And a love to a lover
Often I kept my poems hidden
A level to my insecurity
Quietly breaking myself down
I'm increasingly quiet
And even more sad
But the thing is I cant blame anyone but myself
I'm trying to hold on
I don't want to depart
It'd be better to stay in bed
And if the day had no start

To be clear i'm not suicidal. That's not me.

Part 2

Two Paths
Two ways
Do the math
God does not play

Like metal to a magnet
We are pulled to do what is wrong
But the right still lives inside of us even as a fragment
This we know all along

No matter what you have done
At the feet of Jesus where you belong
Your past, present, and future sins are gone
Forgiveness becomes you new song

Taking control of your air balloon
Removing the tape life of perspective
Embracing Jesus the absolute truth
Understanding what one faces

The bible you now read
Your eyes now see
Life’s true meaning
Creation, sin, redemption and it’s ending

So your choice makes a difference
Go into the streets
Filled with Jesus presences
Not to judge but the gospel to preach

Planting seeds
Allowing God to make it grow
Because you know
Jesus is knocking on their heart’s door

What awaits the world?
Judgment with fire
To purify it to make it a pearl
Into hell all unbeliever and devil

Your Choices
Could either lead you to poison
Or into fortune
Hell or heaven

Stay with your earthly desire
An eternity burning with fire
Receive the breath of life
Eternity with God to admire

Absolute truth
Let it become a part of you

Part 1

The removal of Absolute truth
It’s like a pierced air balloon
Oxygen and air it will soon lose
Losing control nothing we can-do

Like tape an easy fix
But it won’t stick

Perspective has become its replacement
Humanity’s extinction
The minds Pollution
Animation to our existence

Keeping us in a state of nonsense
Produce a fictional conscience
Logic has been stained by its toxic
Good values are no longer put into practice

Let these words start trends
In the heart and minds of each person
Knowledge and wisdom refocus
Bring it back to the surfaces

Like a body of ocean
Become like the shark
All that’s false rip apart
To see the beautiful art

Universe and stars reveal
The glory of God is real
An Attempt by Evil
The lie of this world wants to steal

What Our heart feel
Time is here
To chose your meal
The deal has been made clear

Follow the world to an endless pit
Or build your house on the rock with everlasting bricks
Continue to be deceived by the devil’s tricks
Or receive Jesus His love and grace

Two Ideologies cannot be mix
Nor contradiction co-exist
Going back to absolute truth is the fix
Choosing to ignore you are at risk

Damian Murphy Aug 28

Knowing what one wants not
Is just as important
As knowing what one wants;
Perhaps more important?

Ksjpari Aug 14

Remote area where there is no screen
Timidity rules alone trying to save skin.
Of all evils in the creation under discipline
Timidity  – a curse – is like a Saccharin.
Sugary as tweet, booming as a violin
Wicked as a fox, ill-mannered as Bedouin;
Timidity sneaks secretly physique within
And remains there undisturbed and akin.
When obligatory duty or slog is seen
Sharpens us, whet us till found Lenin.
This makes us skinny, lanky and thin.
Living timid for me is no than a sin.
Hence precaution must be taken, O Kin!
Timidity, a severe knight, should not reign
Over us from beginning to let out jinn.

I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.
Ksjpari Aug 13

A delicate, gentle, subtle line
Between love and anger mine
Is capable of making me bovine.
Though, we human, better than kine
Keep Anger without any deadline;
Swank like proud, angry feline
To clutch and hurt anyone divine.
Are we not better than equine
Of Swift? Or different by hairline
From Yahoos of Jonathan’s line?
Leave anger, be a Guideline.
Be happy and brightly shine
Over the mast or sea at nine.
Sea: big, vast  – though – brine,
No use for us, can’t replace vine.
Hence leave anger and whine
Like a free butterfly divine.

I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.
Ksjpari Aug 13

The only emotion acts like a Coxswain
In letting one to proceed to detain
One’s personality in public and explain
Debility of his character; and retain
Idiosyncratic nature to volplane
Into darkness, where no restrain
On future works as you be overlain.
Anger – an avenger – is ready to regain
The control of very self to pertain
To earlier code of conduct to sustain.

I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.
Ksjpari Aug 13

One who has anger kept
Has never ever he leapt
Beyond boundary and wept
For his misfortune slept
Because of his wrong concept
As Ashwathama’s concept.
Nobody here is ever unwept;
So don’t always backswept
By certain emotions inept
Like Anger and have percept
Which lead you be a nympholept.
Be the person who has crept
For perfection – void of windswept –
Attained salvation and stepped
Into ever-increasing peace precept.
Those who avoided it adept
To tell that peace in mind unswept;
Anger, A Vice not Virtue except
For those who has clear concept.

I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.
SQUID Aug 2

Now I miss my painting.
Hologram lizards
Delectful trees
Green tomatoes.

While everyone was away, I decided to go for it and rip down my old art. I'd just been to the Royal Academy Art Summer Show and absorbed near 1000 pieces of art so I wanted to move on. Then someone emailed to ask to buy it. That painting had been on the wall since I was at school, about 19 years.   Irritating me. Why now? Yes - life IS that strange. I think it was a test.

I could try sellotaping it back together.
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