Nameless Poems

The Nameless Throne

Let every whispered wish take flight,
Each prayer cast upward through the night,
Let none be lost, let none decay —
But turn their path another way.

Let not the stars alone receive,
Nor winds forget what hearts believe,
For every tear and silent plea
Now folds its wings — and comes to me.

Let cries for peace, for love, for bread,
Not vanish to the nameless dead.
I hold the vault, the veil, the key —
And what they seek, they give to me.

They know me not, yet still I hear.
I am the stillness gods revere.
Their words, like rain, fall through my hand —
I am the Lord of sea and land.

The Nameless One

The Nameless one

For each day
you come awake 
l am condemned to die
Opening your eyes 
only to be blinded
by the light
Feeling the loss
even after a fresh start
Saddled with their burdens 
but oblivious to their sight
With the vision
becoming blurry 
an angel and demon 
thus appears as one 
Losing sleep
over someone else's hurdle
Hovering above
an unnamed monument
knowing you exist
the unknown one

Nameless Blood

Blood drips on the ground beneath my feet
But not from my eyes you gouged out 
Or from the tongue you cut off 
Nor my eyes you left to listen 
And not my insides where it crawls.

Unkown makes me afraid
More than my blood pooling on the snow
I knew it always bleeds
But I don't know where the scar is

Nameless, Night

Spark, sail into flame. Never again.
Melt into miracle, common stuff of roads.
Light, transcending is sorrow.
Cold, seize my heart. Love, consume.
Once, dream, talk in waves of sound.
Stars of the harpsichord, fade me away.
Body, become darkness. All I was?
Could have been nothing in a vision sought.
Museums, fail to admit. Unwelcomeness, be.
Riddles, thy meaning hide. Eyes, see nothing but blue 
Winter wind, watch for me like a widow.
Paupers, thy potter's field. Wait, O time.
Breaker point, anoint with pain.
Dealers of doom, hold each of my hands.
Fields of asphodel, black ash trees, receive.
Subterranean, send message of lost hope.
Hell, be kind to a sinner. Heaven, burn me up.
Ladder and rope, fail, and let me fall.
Name, mean a blank slate and respond no more.
Legend, be my prophecy. Goodbyes are death.
Breath of dark matter, blow a kiss.

The Nameless Voice sneaks through the shadows of my silent thoughts

The Nameless Voice sneaks through the shadows of my silent thoughts,
there is a voice some would urge you to carelessly ignore,
they call it anxiety, they often call it doubt, without hesitation,
but through each name, it wears its invisible mantle with dignity.
It is always right, or so it seems, like a lighthouse in the fog,
it is discernment, intuition whispering to me secretly and deeply,
or fear, disguised as your enigmatic guiding spirit?
It told me when I don't belong in a cold and hostile room.
When hands on my body seem cursed and heavy,
when not to speak and when to confront the coming storm,
when to hide deep within myself, unknown to anyone,
and when to flee towards a freedom promised in my dreams.
It fills my heart with courage so that I can fight fiercely,
it drains my soul of energy when it wants me to give up,
I find chaos buzzing on my skin like an electric shiver,
and an effervescent joy when I connect with others.
I believe it, though I do not know its name, it is a faceless mystery,
is it anxiety or discernment hidden in the shadows?
Should I learn to listen to its secret and profound voice,
or train my mind to banish it forever?

Nameless

The dust of eons has not named me,
why would dust name dust?

I who have entered the world
through so many women,
and exited its bold-faced deceits
as sexless as a worm or an apple,
how then can I claim any name?

I recall being five-years old,
or maybe six.
a fever took me,
I lay in a white hospital sepulcher for days
until a mother whispered into my mind:
"Not yet."

I knew not which mother,
for all my mothers have been named
by passing dust storms.

My parents, who had previously entered
the flesh of the worm and apple,
also exited my whirlwind life,
though after they had named me
John,

and I am the one
who names Jesus now.

Today I hear his laughter,
I hear his merry laughter.

On a nameless night, under a sky sprinkled with extinguished stars

On a nameless night, under a sky sprinkled with extinguished stars,
Thoughts trickle like oil in the engine of an old dream,
And I, a lost acrobat, sway on the thin thread of life,
Trying to grasp in my palms the essence of a world that smolders quietly.
You don't have to write to feel poetry in your veins,
It's there, in the smell of gasoline and the smoke rising to the sky,
In the eyes of the one who fills tanks with untold stories,
A poet without words, dancing among car queues and time.
I am an artist of the trapeze, not fitting into molds,
With my heart suspended between a yesterday and an uncertain tomorrow,
Each leap a long verse, each catch a moment of grace,
For between falls and flights, true poetry is born.
So, in the silence of the night, among ticking engines,
I wonder, who am I to name my art?
A trapeze artist of destiny, a dreamer in the shadow of light,
Or perhaps just a soul that knows how to breathe poetry without words.

The moment I looked, the world was full of nameless strangers

The moment I looked, the world was full of nameless strangers,
And on a night when darkness sparkled, tears flowed silently,
My eyes caught yours, as if I had found a hidden dream,
I wished to sing your beauty with my gaze, a silent melody,
I wished to write you with my lips, a story of desire and fire,
I wished to drown in the sea of your tears, a wild ocean,
I wished to dance with you in the wordless night, an ethereal waltz,
I wished to be intoxicated by your name, an elixir of pure love,
I wished you would speak my name with your touch, a murmur of stars,
I wished to be you in your embrace, a merging of souls,
I wished you to be the moon of my darkness, lighting my way,
I wished you to be the words of my poem, a symphony of secrets,
And when you wrote your name on my palm with your fiery lips,
When you sang the song of love just for me, an eternal vow,
I wished to die with your name beautifully embedded in my chest,
I wished to fall, closing my eyes, into your infinite embrace,
For all I could do was... TO WISH.

Nameless Whatever

Madly 
but above madness
I rant against dirty light
  as I stumble into obscurity.

There’s no rest for the leery.
No escape hatch in sight.
No rescue from inhuman cacophony.
Solitude exhales dust--
  inhales dark vacuum.

The sadists laugh
as I tumble into burning horizons,  
awaiting a rendezvous
   with a nameless Whatever.

Nameless

You showed me your naked self

But how do I express myself?

Your vulnerability melting my walls

That I built so carefully brick by brick

Let's not give it a name

when we both are in solitude

A name to this very thing that binds us

A name can't suffice it at all

Pushing us into an unbreakable social fetter 

Drowning our character

By virtue of which our silences talk

Setting is freee in the prolonged eyelock

When we just look without motive

Speak without words

Without noise of our thoughts

Like Cricket's swords

At that exact moment O beloved,

We love.

We don't expect or secure a place

We just love.

Nameless

The nameless 
in their ranks of cubicles
faces lit by a visual display,
numbers, 
reflected in spectacles
a list to be picked, 
like ripe cherries;
the soft flesh consumed
the empty pit spat out,
discarded.
The nameless;
harvesting
the nameless.

Nameless

Through arches of time, a corridor unfolds, 
A door swings wide, and history it holds. 
A nameless procession, a river that streams, 
Each soul a droplet, in the flow of dreams.

Little self-denials, threads of gold so fine, 
Honesties, sympathies, a silent design. 
In the pattern of life, a tapestry we weave, 
Nameless acts of kindness, in God's gaze, they cleave.

Under varied names, we worship the divine, 
Yet in the nameless Absolute, truth we define. 
To see the self in the vast, formless sea, 
Knowledge of the nameless, the key to be free.

This Ecstasy's review, enchantment's embrace,
A nameless rapture, where time and space erase. 
Without celestial mail, audacious we tread, 
Within the veil, where mysteries are spread.

The mass worries into nameless graves, 
While unselfish souls forget themselves to save. 
In immortality, their essence weaves, 
A tapestry of love, where eternity cleaves.

Nameless

No need for necessary naming!
Any anonymous soul would do
Much like living in virtual gaming.
Empty vessels paint the ardent hue
Lancing lovers lust for vanity,
Envious saints fight with a helpless knight. 
Such a profanity’s insanity!
So! Is this true? Or is this out of your sight

Nameless

Sounds like a tale but it's all true
as two boys are involved.
Our class had a boy who was new,
a problem had evolved.

Both our first name was, Will-i-am
so our teacher said this,
"What's your middle name," she asked them,
he said, "Mine is Keith, Miss."

Then I said, "My middle name is
way longer than his, Miss."
She turns him towards the class, "His
name will be Keith, dismiss."

Since then his middle name's first now,
Keith, who's always claim-less
and less, adds to his last name Chow,
William now, the Nameless.

(My middle name: Keliikauilanuiokalaninaomakaokaha'i)

Nameless

More than an anonymous, I find me faceless.
Fallen prey to the predators of world concerns
Life has gone baseless, and my face has gone graceless.
Owing to the inner blaze, there are facial burns.
 
The physical crowd that is seen may not matter.
Crowds of thorny bushes within seem to pierce me.
Drizzles of restlessness, often pitter-patter
Whims and fancies seem to be just an untrue glee.
 
Like bubbles that shine and go, or like the rainbow
Existence seems tentative. Why care for a name?
Leaving this mundane earth when one happens to go
Does he or she carry his or her well-earned fame?
 
May namelessness, herein, not be my worry.
It's towards eternity; I'm in a hurry...

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