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Here is the link to hear my poem "Genevieve of the Deep" in an audio form.
xoxo
https://soundcloud.com/nayokenza/a-visceral-collection-of-thoughts-genevieve-of-the-deep
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
The Hiker reaches the foot of the mountain
And pulls out his map,
Laden with a golden path in lemniscates
Knowing where he is to go
For he had known this since he set foot out
His door.
Day by day he scales a piece of the mountain
Face, lacking not skill, but
Having patience, knowing the safe and
Prosperous journey is the
Patient one, the one whose tree of meaning
Is rooted in passion, the passion
To wait.
The Hiker fears not the delay of the summit
For the summit is already his,
Her hand his bride, for it is known in the
Hikers name who he is meant for:
The Summit, forever and for always.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 2:13 AM UTC
Pisces
Cancer
And Libra
Are the holy trinity of the zodiac
If you were to believe her
As she walked past
Jilting your heart
Into 1,000 tiny flutters
As your heartstrings break apart
Fall back
Recoup
Hitting you, sending you back to the start
Of how this all began
And you’re not sure if you’d do it
Again
You’re not sure you are the same man
Who went to sleep last night
And woke up in your bed this morning
And that’s okay
Because life can be fantastic without warning.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
11/1/2016
15:09
Love is that feeling you get
When you open a fresh bag of cookies
Or take a tray of brownies out of the oven.
Love is that feeling you get
Right before you jump into a cold river, lake, or pool.
Love is that feeling you when when you lay in your bed and let the ocean waves drift you off to sleep after spending a whole day at the beach.
Love is that feeling you get when a puppy pees on your carpet but you can't stay angry
Love is that feeling you when a close friend successfully quits their drug habit.
Love is that feeling you get, as you drift apart from someone who was once everything you ever wanted.
Love is that feeling you get when you and that person decide it would be best if you two no longer spoke to each each other.
Love is that feeling you get as you watch your parent gracefully face death head on.
Love is that feeling you get when you think about spending the rest of your life with another person hoping that you die first so that you’ll never have to be a day without them.
But most of all, love is that feeling you get when you yearn to fall asleep next and wake up with the love of your life every night and every morning.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
22/9/15
23:54
And i can feel you slipping away
Away
But never truly leaving.
Could it be that
You still feel for me?
Or am i just lonely
With my disillusions
Its been 3.5 years
And i'm stuck here
With my heart in
Rear
Reverse gears
That wont allow me to crack on
Perverse fears
That wont allow me to move on
Because what if i really could get over you?
And you me?
Would that be something we'd be willing to do?
In order to transgress through life
Separately?
I hope to high hell
We cant
And
We wont
I miss you now more than i've ever missed anyone else
And these memories and thoughts of you are more real than my surroundings
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC
If someone were to love me
I’d love back happily.
If someone were to love me
I’d give myself endlessly
If someone were to love me
I’d share my life effortlessly.
If someone were to love me
Maybe I’d learn to love me.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
"twenty something"
When you’re 20 you’re simply
Knocking on the door of your twenties.
When you turn 21 you’re invited in,
But only to the foyer.
When you’re 22 you’re ushered to the table.
At 23 they begin serving you the appetizers.
At 24 and 25 you’re served the main course.
At 26 you learn how to cook the food.
At 27 and 28 you try cooking it on your own.
At 29 you accept the results of your efforts.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC