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Nishayel Williams Poem
To have lived from the sensuous eye
Whose sight reflects all the seen that's not,
Enchanted by gates of which thy heart abides
Life's howling western winds -- stop not!
Foreign familiar faces that once awoke
Stirred inner paths embarked upon
Before, yet the same on looking road,
Built on memories so dearly held to bone --
Oh Time! Thou careless roaming tyrant,
Puppet master, up pulling Night from Day
My fountain of youth I see retiring!
Past I's thou mouldest and hath Shaped.
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Nishayel Williams Poem
Pretty face let me touch you
Warm hands of experience...
Serving the holy triangle,
Times rhythms expire...fire...desire,
words re-molded a man to a higher --
transcendent fashionable sculpture.
Bleeding clocks timing joy...
Crooked judgements shedding voidance,
In the arms of such resistance...avoidance
Breaths apart, fumes melt the walls
Play reality howlong I know not!
Palming moments such as these
Rushes of salty waters...sliding...each
forming waves on your beach...
Don't you own it??
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The sky seems blue,
From seashore the water seems blue,
But this is my outter world
Where everything blue is beautiful,
Instead in my inner world,
The blue makes me feel blue,
Since there's one blue I see,
One blue I feel,
What am I to do?
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Nishayel Williams Poem
Secrets of the Soul:
By Nishayel & Athina (circa. 2009)
The things we do to stay alive-
broken vision of a soul in the heart of the night,
What we gain can only be seen in our eyes-
a perfect deception, a perfect demise.
To question what the hearts body feels inside-
to melt into ice - which shadows of plight survive
It's hard to describe
All these feelings that I have inside
For they speak in such a language of disguise
to find in each truth- would be like
diving deep into our souls
and finding what we cannot describe.
Perhaps to be cherished in its rawest forms
'fore my mind, the light pulverizes it into mere rhyme
But I know deep inside
that my feelings are the motors to my rhythms
Listen!
Nights of everlasting beauties; insights-
light the moon's other sides; never in sight
Oh! The things we use to thrive,
are just the things we need to stay alive
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She's Turbulent like the wind,
Contaminated the land of hearts of men,
At night in the light like a shadow,
Words of such a fine recipe --
One willingly swallows,
You are the Perfect Courtier
Eyes bright of fire as the sun,
Sheds light to what's seen in the distance,
Yet burning those that lie close at heart,
Linen floods down your body,
Large heels, half shut eyes,
You are the Perfect Courtier
Now I find myself empty hearted,
Full -- with nothing valuable
Insides like garbage,
Cloudlike's your grey reputation,
In your frames train of thought,
Black and White in separate frames,
How neglect thy eyes --
to which I connect,
You are the Perfect Courtier
In my island of time
the dreadful reality bears like --
scarce fruits; unknown kinds
From the tree of knowledge,
I realize
You are the Perfect Courtier
Many have been afflicted,
by painful---pleasurable stings
of your whip...I can't resist!
However I, I, I must cut the string!
Farewell and Yes --
You are the Perfect Courtier
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*********** was thou bred in Venus?
I know not, my life pump disagrees,
Oh yes, Oh...cmon my mind states,
Further and further I find we sail,
Slowly away from our islands shores,
Into the unknown so promising from here
Are you still a person
Or an existence without any essence
the most delightful has turned to work,
Please be true!
Let us dance to our own rhythms--
He *********** has us in his jail
cmon slow down, relax, there you go
Finally free, I think...I mean feel
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I sit upon a slickly red covered seat,
Across; closed eyes, computer gazing, blank faces.
Red squared environmental bags,
back packs on hunched-back backs.
A distance traveled on my cushions,
has come to a halt,
doors mouths opening,
waiting for my entrance ---
I stand sneaking quick peaks at absent faces....
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Amongst people's breaths...spaces
Either minorities or majorities,
Book just like a human being ---
shouldn't be critisized,
Be-fore its opened!
Therefore the heart of a book
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