"naivity" poems
Paved thoughts
They lay
In naivity
Youth
Born into homogeny
Told
"Different is beautiful"
But taught
To fall in line
With the swaying ways
Society's norms form
Pin-up billboard smiles
Flash magazine swagger
On surgeon made bodies
Guide retinas of wide eyed
Youth
To mirrors
With disgust
"Different is beautiful"
We'll say
Yielding our whitened smiles
"Different is beautiful"
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
Cast all aside burn it and ****
Dancing in the running reds of massacre.
Waiting for any semblance of humanity,
Burn it all rip it out and let nothing taint.
bring destruction like a demonic saint.
Feel the flow of senseless promise,
casting naivity into uncensored solace.
Bleed your prayers onto every altar.
Watch it discolour every drop of water.
Set your eyes on every ounce of pain,
bring it in and nestle it tightley,
then unleash it in fury divine,
to burn and destroy all that was once mine.
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 3:00 PM UTC
At a time when life was precious
she came in unannounced
she brought in lots of baggage
and layed it on my couch.
Her innocence was perfect
her naivity was bliss
she only needed love from all
complications she did miss.
This child was so entangled
from the start of life and on
some would pull from left and right
and others far beyond...
but her smile would still march on.
Looking for stability
the years poured quickly by
and soon her heart felt sadness
and her eyes learned how to cry...
but her smile still never died.
A few more cuts and bruises
the rain came pouring down
her soul now soaked in others' hate
no truthfulness around...
but she still refused to frown.
and still more time,
and still more pain...
her eyesight growing dim
the crowd now cries with false-lit love
"my sweet Tabi, how can she sin?"
(and that smile...where has it been?)
Dec 23, 2010
Dec 23, 2010 at 6:12 PM UTC
Ugly and disappointing colors are what they're revealing
It's a challenge not to fall victim to the deceptive deceiving
This world in which all are tirelessly scheming
Corrupt messages intended to disillusion our modes of sensory
The laws of this dishonesty are rarely discriminant
The unlimited reach of the effects are constantly consistent
Putting current views and outlooks in legitimate jeopardy
Originality is one thing they've made a hobby of stealing
Dark, ***** secrets require intelligent attempts at concealing
This society in which all are tirelessly scheming
Naivity is an automatic assumption of all that is innocent
You can witness their successes expending minimal energy
The fraud is hazardous; failure is certainly imminent
One would desire that outcome sooner than later, as it leaves recipients feeling elderly
With any form of luck, more will come to share this sentiment
Endless efforts put toward developing façades generally appealing
Aiming to have candor and valor on the knees, kneeling
This reality in which all are tirelessly scheming
Sturdy quilts to shield clarity are woven most expertly
Time being tested passed slowly- increment by minute increment
Blueprints to fool the majority will be, expectedly, intricate
What was the original reality has been altered into a distant, doubted memory
Any and all accomplished legitimitacy sends them all reeling
There's always a "crisis" with which we should be dealing
Our universe in which all are tirelessly scheming
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
to the immaculately vain;
to the naivity of adolescence and the ignorance
of maturity;
to those who look with their eyes,
feel with their fingers,
savour that which is fed to us
as magnificence;
when you tint lips,
tone hips,
take your trips
please know that what you
see and touch and taste is mocking you.
your eyes are deceiving you.
for it is only the blind man who will recognize real beauty.
Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 4:09 AM UTC
I want to marry you
I want to marry this 17 year old naivity
I want to collect it and put it in a glass box for the whole world to see
I want to freeze frame, pause time, snapshot
This photo of us
This moment filled with nothing but young love and lust
I want to drown in this bliss
Stay forever underneath the surface
I want to swim in eternal happiness
And never come up for air.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
A cherished friend once told me:
You are who you love.
I am much of her. And I am much of my other cherished friends.
A lost love lives on in this way
I am so much of him - I practically am him. I've loved so much I've left myself behind.
In the streets of Manhattan, my soul left me. Maybe it stayed there, awaiting my return
With some new fling on my arm
To take me to the opera.
I gave away my lightness and naivity to a dark, cold man who I know is more than that [there has to be more than that].
I left my pride in Toronto on Bloor street
Where I flirted with 3 [three] men. I wanted them all. I still want them all.
But I took only one. Except he took me. In moments he loves me so much he turns into me. But it is fleeting. And it has gone.
So as we let go we regain ourselves. I will take back my optimism, thank you.
And I will remain as myself until we meet again. Maybe then we won't be so selfish and take so much,
Only to give so little.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 10:56 PM UTC
He reads clouds in the sky,
sees wind's great works of art.
Bobbing gently through each wave,
While he floats and dreams in a lake,
secretly seaweed wraps around his body.
Foggy underwater waves make his mind,
body, and lungs set desperatley fighting
in a breathing brought war of water and air.
The boy is drowining, an idyllic dream
landscape lake turned into a nightmare.
Slowly as seaweed and currents bring
his body to the dark depths of the lakescape,
malice endrapes itself through
one ear and out of the other; fate.
The bubble blood life force of the boy from air,
turns slowly to liquid, and his ghost dissolves.
Coldness lingers and clawing weakly
through frictionless water,
lake bottom hits and frozen fingers.
This boy's brain beginningly starts
disentigrating as it processes
the trickle drip
flow and ebb of
lake currents that sound
and surround each thought.
He remembers each
whispering wave
telling him to get in,
with the sun beating down,
the enticement to drown.
And his mother's voice
yells to him from a
heavenly place,
but he knows his watery
tomb will become ear muffs
for his mother when the
depths
finally win:
will his life force to its bitter end.
Back on black lake mud,
and the sun framed in waves
in the glowing waters above.
And the tangled arms of seaweed
beckon those that leasure
on the surface.
Childhood faces and
feel good places
dissapear from his mind.
At the bottom of the lake,
this boy becomes himself,
with the world's first hinting
of trauma, he let his naivity die
in a dramatic show, body blows
and a new manifesticity to sit by.
With each inhale of water,
this kid's childhood dies.
And by the time he resurfaces,
he has lost what it means to be alive.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
Elections have come and gone
And we've all said baba
Praying within the confines of our heart that we've not enthroned another usurper
Hoping that joy and comfort will not once more elude our grasp
Our taste bud has long been wetted by empty reforms and unfulfilled promises
By the politivians, judisharers and the legislooters Parading the runway of power
Displaying their naivity in running a nation in a manner so amazing and discomforting
It makes the thought of paradise less appealing
But now
The rulers are leaving the scene for the leaders to come in
And the people are getting more conscious of the power we wield in unity
We've gathered our brooms and we've entrusted it in your hands
Believing that you'll lay the foundation of a better nation
Baba now that you are there
Let the focus on the food we eat be more important than that our vehicles consume
Baba now that you're there
Let the national cake be the lot of every citizen and not selected elites locking around the corridors of power
Baba now that you're there
Let me be proud to die for my country
Without being fearful of how my family will survive
Baba now that you're there
Let me be able to display my identity in another land without fear of interrogation or prejudice
Baba now that you're there
Let progress, excellence and success be the right of every citizen regardless of their tribe, religion or background
Baba now that you're there
Let there be change.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
I need to be honest
All this pain
It's not their fault
Not anymore
Cause everyday
I choose
I Choose to torture myself
When I listen to love songs
The sweet ones
I let myself think about him
The one who was weak
The one who ran
When I needed him
The one I still love
I listen to broken heart songs
The angry ones
I let myself think about him
The one who abused my naivity
The one who claimed to care
Yet not enough to save my life
Who I can't leave behind
I let myself do this
I dare to keep going
There's a new guy
I know one day it'll hurt
But I can only think
Now. it doesn't
I'm so stupid
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 8:30 PM UTC
I still think in-sync with the ceremonial intro.
Even though its reduced to unclaimed brick,
I visit naughty corridors and assembly halls
decorated in sports equipment.
After showing off my award,
I ***** out candles
and bolt that horse to a new port village
where clubs buried in earth
begin to dent
my naivity.
But tweed remained fashion.
A collage of uniform, green fields and tennis courts
resembled my life in the trench.
Words like 'posh' and 'snob' were the only examples of difference
until I became a witness.
Discovered homelessness
meant vagrants. They
became as common as a boxed sandwich.
Everybody has their own intoxication of choice.
Bargain of choice, newspaper
of choice, where Brookside
is a crossword answer
filled whilst feeding mallards
white bread in the park.
Writing that
makes me the biggest hypocrite of all.
I grew fond of plays. Began to write poetry.
What would they think of me?
A **** football match where the ref cost us the game
still pumps through my veins,
I assure thee.
That left ventricle breathes here too.
War has never been declared
but the battles have existed since
before Shakespeare wrote Hamlet.
It's estate versus estate.
As much as I'm up for a fight,
history won't change overnight -
especially in an election,
selfie posted
or status shared
with a handful of friends
who actually voted.
Living in the middle of Common-
wealth is a lonely place.
But there will be a hotel monopoly of vacancies
built on my mediocre grave
if I acknowledge the better
or lesser sort
themselves. After all,
I ate processed chicken breast
and ignored politics myself.
Perhaps now,
it's time
to act like the squirrel.
Barks become growls, become
quacks, become
the fool
again.
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 12:35 PM UTC
In fantasy fallacies
Covetous malice is
Greediest deities'
Vanity palaces
Callous regarding
The weary and meek
The ostensible shepherds
Just wolves among sheep
Counting each of their
Unanswered prayers
Before sleep
Yet despair doesn't seem
To preclude
Pleasant dreams
Nor to render naivity scenes
To demean
What of logic and reason
Should clearly evince
They abandoned us long ago,
Haven't cared since
And their whereabouts
Unbeknownst
Mystery ways
Inexplicable how
They free will us
As slaves
The obsequious miscreant
False prophet faith
Inculcated in cults
Of a non-personality
Spreading its virulent
Indigent malady
Bow and prostrate yourselves
On your knees
Cowardly
Why fear what hasn't appeared
In the flesh
To be real
Why exalt higher powers
Except how you feel
Leaves me reeling,
Unraveling
Traveling
Gone again
Out to let go
And expose
Gods
As frauds of men
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
Your life knows no answer
When you spend your nights
By the sea- beaming your woes to the
Sympathetic waves of reality.
You try to ponder on the future
That was securely balanced on the
Wings of a fallen Angel. But her feathers have shedded black and she
Lives in an obsidian fable.
Do you remember? Under the November Luna which lit an ambience on those reckless lips;
Which still had the repelling aroma of beer and strong spirits.
But just for now- let's meld- become one with the Night Deity, banquet our fates and lost hopes on the false promises of our doomed reveries.
I'll gift you the white feather, the silver and striped pelts of your savagery. I'll pleasure you by saying nothing...
...but you can work out the rest. The demise of your damsels in distress.
So after you have finished feasting on the succulent hearts of your romantic, haughty slaves- you are no longer welcome to the tribe of the brave.
It is not a sin, nor a taint of reputation;
Oh, it is an act of naivity and damnation. I submit, I'll be your green-eyed monster.
But I cannot succumb to resent forever.
So my life knows no answer
But atleast I will thrive through the thick, smog of your lies and fallacious treasures.
Go back to your rakish zoo, your spirits, your hallucinations:
Sink back into your vast carelessness.
But as for me, I will be born back into the sanguine wilderness
And lurk in the umbra.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 11:19 AM UTC
my slumber heart flickers
at the thought of you
how can you be?
its you and the moon
sleeping
wide awake
underneath and above
full of naivity
careless like the ocean breeze
and hearted
like a blank page
on a old notebook full of words
that mean
the ultimate
and complete
nothingness
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
It's been six years since you left
I know it's been long but I still mourn
Your warmth your care
Your guidance your anger
I still miss though I'm proud to admit
Your image looms larger than life
It feels as though happiness left with you
Echoing through the walls of my mind
Is the sound of your precious admonition
One which I resented while you walk the face of the earth
But now, now I'll pay any price to hear you beat it into my ear drums like the sound of a thunderous conga slap
The world feels so lonely and cold without you
Maami
The carriage in which I arrived this world
The embodiment of wisdom and understanding
The lioness that needs not roar to earn the respect of her pride
The queen that needs no crown to prove her royalty
You knew about my dreams
I told you first of my vision
And though the world scuffed at my naivity
You stood by me
Even if you never believed in my dream I'll never know cos you did a good job in concealing your thoughts just to aid me as I take baby steps towards achieving my dreams
But I hadn't gotten up my feet before death took you away without my consent
It's been six years since you left
And I'm yet to achieve my dream
I promised you heaven and earth the minute I hit my gold mine
but it seems as though life became a giant mill grinding every dream to dust
I'll keep on fighting maami
I'll keep on fighting till I wrest from life what is truly mine
Till I get to the finish line of my journey
But until then
I hope you're resting in a cozy
City in the ***** of Abraham
I hope heaven gives you the care I tried but couldn't give
I hope you find all the rest life stole away from you
I hope you're reunited with babami your husband whom you where ever faithful to while you were on earth
I'll make you proud one day I swear
But even if I finally bow out of my quest in life
And I show up at your door step with a sack of unfulfilled dreams
I hope you'll welcome me with open arms
Knowing in your heart without a shred of doubt
That I tried.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 3:36 PM UTC
You humble me down
By the naivity of your actions
You make me wander in the streets of town
Overwhelmed by jollity's screams, innumerable captions
You make me find out my purpose
Searching the long way but eventually grasping
Indirectly, with no ease, then at last to find it in my purse
Unfolding my life answers, now overlapping
You scare me enough to gape
When I scrape off your tint to find the glittering gold
In patches I can align to shape
Then I discover, illusions could be cold
I feel right in my heart for the fossils i have gathered
I now know you better and my doubts have been scattered
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 8:53 AM UTC