Conversations With The Empress.

What’s on your mind? “mmh, nothing. Just, Just my thoughts, pfsft!”

What’s up with your thoughts today, they seem to make you nervous?

I asked her with my eyes keenly directed towards hers,
heard that it’s hard to lie when pairs of eyes are connected with subtle concentration. In between lost in a wave of admiration,
Went ahead to tell me “I hope you’ll understand but first let me ask you a question.”
I said “sure, please do, my dear you’re building up some tension”

She giggled, this giggle has been with her in times of joy and sadness, she always had a smile outside, as her lips parted, teeth tiny she could hardly take one bite off carrots.
But served their minimal purpose when giving me hickies in moments I can never abandon.

                         “Why do you love me?”

I felt some rush running up and down from my central nervous to the rest of the systems, my mind being the last destination after the info got diffused from my brain into this mind with every word I listened.
Musing of what to say since I am truly blank, I’m new to this,
I feel like I’m catching up, if only I could think my feels.

I said
“I Love you because I felt like it,
everything about you makes me feel happy at least, just a choice that came clean I acknowledge the fact that you’re just aware indeed,
see love for me is priceless,
it’s a choice of what counts in, I love you because you’re honest, lovely, sweet in every way ‘cus you’re not scared,
expectations and our expressions not equal on a weighing scale,
but it’s fine though, progress comes after intentions,
I hope we’ll keep going on like we expected, everything lies in the
expressions.

©Mr.NayEd

 

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Love Always.

|I felt sad when they said when they’ll get more money, they’ll disregard females.|
Even the word ‘females‘ replaced with ‘women‘ wouldn’t make the statement better.
They grew up seeing their kind disrespectful and disregarded their women. Wait, even the phrase “their women” sounded more possesive.
When women got their voice firm, these people started being passive aggressive.

Yelling out loud that these ‘females’ are rebelling.
They know nothing about their rights they’re just out here faking well being.

See this kinda mindset had been deep rooted.
The same way they see objects is the same way they felt distracted.

See this kinda mindset felt hard to be uprooted.

Passing, hunting girls faking love when they use them.
Leaving trails of fatherless children, their mothers suffer bringing them up with no support from you,

then,

you keep going around planting seeds you’re not ready to nourish,
because your ways are defective and your ego bleeding selfish.
Your kins have no basic needs provided properly while you are living lavish.
No remorse hits you hard that you cannot even perish, from your actions that prove that you got much faults and your mind telling you that that is your default,
nothing or no one can change you since you’re much of a ranger, that is used to the adventure
and furthermore what you potrayed to the younger people was no danger,

to you.

They’re learning disregarding women is just normal,

from you.

Then history keeps on rewriting itself since it’s your pen that they use. When women are hurt or just discriminated by your people, there’s nothing to be done since that is ‘discipline’ that is accrued,
what kind of discipline to be instilled needs to be crude?.

Now when they were labelled ‘trash‘, that came with a reason.
The anger that was triggered simply portrayed no wisdom.
They overlooked their flaws and even bragged of their ‘kingdoms’,
went on to see the woke ones who saw their flaws and reformed as nothing but just ‘hypos’ who befriended women to get laid and get some more.
Thing is the choice to make themselves better felt like hitting below the belt and that is where all their mind is and all the greatness that they ever felt.

Maybe if the reverse was on women and what women had, to them it was given, and all the features that was faulty.
These people would now understand how it feels to be used and abandoned, with no real reason but just major insulting.

But we are greater than that, the better way as much as preached should be practiced,
women are so lovely disregarding them is not just nothing,
it is indeed something and that something need to change,
we need to take on that step then the next that follows,
the other one after and forth we go on.

Where are we heading if we still cannot see our faults? Or better yet see but not fix them in our thoughts?|

Love our women and show support to our women. We may be all broken inside but maybe uniting with them will make our wounds begin to heal then,
We need that balance just to see the sequence,
of how we kinda messed up since we can’t always blame the system.
Beginning to be responsible is better than continuing being miserable.|©NayEd

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Cosmic Lover.

♥”Excuse me while I’m trynna find myself, she said,
sometimes it is adorable how she lets her thoughts sail out,
sometimes she gets low, shuts down everything apart from the light that’s within her,
she used to cry and scream at her struggles, at least this relieved her,
she moved far from fragile to titanium coated with diamonds and glitter
A cosmic lover, a warrior of light.

I told her she is a diamond in the middle of a thousand stones,
but that phrase sounded irrelevant since she knew she’s a gem that none of us believed in its worth.
This was at a point where there was so much to mention, but I lacked the right words,
I believed her, and said,
“I am grateful for your worth”♥

So the boys always drooled for her gentle frame, some said she’s fat but that’s not a compliment. It’s an insult to her name.
In truth she was a chubby one and had lighting marks on where she slimmed.
She was afraid of them being seen, not knowing they were battle scars showing that she was brave.
She soon gained her confidence and that was an up title to her name.
She’s the type that tells me everything that her mind feels that I should know.
Its like I’m the only one that the “share” button in her mind works on, somehow.

Still she fills me with support and hopes of how I’m gonna take the world by storm,
How I never knew her before I wrote her a song,
That talks about her struggles and what gets her in the Zone.

Eternal Sunshine, she is truly as the stars before her eyes.
He beauty beneath the full moon is like that of the mermaids, that were once believed were lies.
I pray that God lets light cover her skies, He could bring her storms, but in turn shelter her hopes.

Her dreams are of that of a simple woman who doesn’t seek love from others,
You know why?   ‘Cus she is full of love and love itself is her. She doesn’t bother.
Covered by a thin layer of good friends that aren’t afraid to be loved and to be authors
She is selfless, they are selfless, we are all selfless.
It only takes a keen soul to observe all this greatness.

Every night. She sleeps at peace knowing that she has done all that she could for her day,
and whatever happened just had to happen for the lessons she learnt, with some she had to pay,
She is inspiring some people as she is as innocent as they,
Beautiful Mind, Lovely soul, a Cosmic Lover for each day.

©Mr.NayEd

 

 

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When it is my time to settle down.

Thinking of the other side, is it full of grass,trees and butterflies or full of fine breezes refreshing like mint flavor?

We wake up on a daily, ever thought about the repetition? or a new start with the ordinary schedule on condition? came to the point I felt like a zombie, tied to the system wave that kept me lonely.
Tried to make friends but the hype gets done, and we are all left by ourselves like what we had we never had.

Triggered introspective behavior, going from thoughtfulness to blank brains lacking paraphernalia, to get more ideas. Will my friends stick back to when I’m gone, and tell their children about my artistic and humble behavior?or the pride that is linked to my ego that was less heavier.

I’d want to be remembered, not like “He was a nice guy” only, I’d want the detailed explanations of the impact I made, the son of a tailor with J Cole vibes and Da’Vinci spirit, and the brothers I could never forget, the ones who were real brothers who’d never mind to share a plate.

Not forgetting my sisters, the lovely adorable mistakes, the beautiful yet humble women, full of love in their divine presence, full of heart and mind, full of light in their minds, the free thinkers. cosmic lovers. Please do me a favor to be remembered. Tell your children about my truth and my mistakes, my love for the birds like the chickens, the humble pleasures I instilled in you that you couldn’t detest, the love in this universe that you should teach your children.

©Mr.NayEd

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OURSELVES.

There are gods of our ancestors, gods of the Romans, the Greeks and the Egyptians.

I was taught that there is a God who created us and all of the universe.
As I grow I’ve come to understand that there is a  God within us.
A God that perhaps created us in His Own Image. We are replicas of God. God is part of us.

                                                                     ∞∞∞
In the beginning there was darkness, God created light. I have always taken that as the basis of creation.
It is a simple statement that one can read in a matter of seconds less than five or lesser.
A deeper understanding of it, is itself enlightening and is something greater.

Darkness is the absence of light. My knowledge in physics is not enough to conclude that darkness can exist on its own and that it must depend on light to complete its presence.

Darkness fits well as a metaphor for evil and detrimental.
Light on the other hand is the metaphor for good and beneficial.

You cannot know what is evil through overlooking the good. How sure are you that evil is indeed what it is and light is indeed what it is? w..hat if none of the evil and goodness exist?

My best knowledge of light is about The White Light . It is colorful and yet visually simple to the eye without the glass prism. It only takes a single triangular glass prism to reveal its brilliance.

The white light

Just by passing white light through a three edged glass solid, we get a spectrum. The rainbow and its lovely colors.

Come to figure the colors representing Chakras are all in the spectrum.
From the Crown Chakra , Third Eye Chakra down to the Root Chakra.

Our bodies serve as the triangular glass prisms , The Chakras are the Sacred energy levels onto which our bodies split the ‘white light’.

Moving on with the white light. This could possibly mean the environment around us.
I might not be sure but dig deeper if it bothers.
The more you know, the more you grow, the more you glow.

Awakening the Sacred relations within us. Planting and nurturing the seeds of compassion and everything that brings goodness into this universe.

Love Always, Mr.NayED

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Silk & Hunnies

From the moment I saw her and I got lost in her subtle words accompanied by her smiles and I admired her sense of listening, I could speak my way into absolution,
I felt broken a few minutes later.
I’ve never seen her before but she’s always been around, call it virtual presence and how unreal it sounds.
I could marry her in an instant!
Her face way spotlessly smooth, chocolate with some bit of brown sugar,
I could lick her face just to pass time as she listened to me vent out my sadness,
maybe that’s why we are called dogs familiarize with Dawg,
they call themselves Bitches, where is the insult again?
moments later in my brokenness,

sinking into my abyss of thoughts and lustful perceptions infused with ideas that could sell once I’m not in existence,
my kin will thank me in prayers.

Also why did Eve have to eat the Apple?, Lucy ran to exile but I’m grateful I got Michael.
Maybe in future when we meet each other on a lonely road where happiness finds me,
she’d be willing to listen to me tell her how I Love her, and from the first physical, my Love shifted from subliminal.
Her lovely face is the epitome of awesomeness and a prophecy of the land full of Silk and Hunnies.

Hopeful

I have a glimmer of hope.
Maybe if I’ll wait my instincts will be sure,
I’d wait for you if decisions are to be made with a rush,
Inside my heart I know that you are the one,

You’ve probably heard this a lot.
Don’t be sure of my moves I’m just trusting I’ll be of Help,
Inside your darkness I can feel a glimmer of hope,
I told you I don’t want to be selfish,
I know selfish is overrated but sometimes that’s how we get to keep things.

My mind is feeling certain,
I’d sit around to be aware but maybe your subtle demeanor is truly helping,
I’m alright with just waiting.
Happiness is subjective,
I saw some of your photos smiling and truly joyfulness was injected,
You once wrote the bad things are no longer with us,

I held on to that,
I’ve probably done a lot just to keep in touch with my heart.
Maybe you’ll get bored with all this and I’ll suddenly believe I’ve left a mark,

Just a silent whisperer, an Angel with an armor you can call me Michael,
I know I’m obsessed with parables,
maybe straight forward with my intentions just to be free from the mind bog.
Feel free to let me know anything, I’m willing to listen.

I feel it’s pretty soon for me to be distant.
© Edmond Nonay

H|One/sty

please pay me for my poetry,
I’m all lovey dovey and shit until I get depressed and you ignore me,
I’m the lonely boy who’s Happy when good music is around him,
I might be too boring,
I might be so horny,
I might be so into your girl that I frankly let her know it,
I might be full of stories,

I might be overwhelming and overzealous with my homies,

I might be the only one you call when you’re tripping on some dope shit.

Mama’s stories of her past let me know she’s a strong Queen.
Women are muses and pieces of arts in motion,

their bodies are regal depictions,

I found solace in my own words,

found love within my own heart,

of sad boys and their poetry, let me smile when you’re ignoring me, pick up my words form your DM just to be sorry,

this world is getting boring, maybe I’m not from around here,
maybe I’m ahead for my Time and my perception is so lofty.

what are words if we never take the time to listen?

what are words if we don’t read to understand them?

© Edmond Nonay

Fading lights.

If being vulnerable and honest is a form of Love,

I’d Love you till my lungs give up.

When my time comes hold me like I’d have held you.
Whisper your last wishful thought into my almost dead ears,
I’d smile as you remain wishful at that vulnerable moment,
I’d laugh to the silliest of jokes on replay as my mind is shutting down.

All the hidden love letters that my muses Never knew it was because of them I wrote them,
that their beauty and Divinity inspired my feelings that triggered my creativity.
The playlists that could be lovely to you since they’d be among the few audible memories of me that you’d have.

You’d feel like you’ve let me down but in Truth I’d wait for you on the other side, even at that point of vulnerability and weary eyes with a heavy chest worth it’s weight in fruits and nuts.
Monologues of how you’d love how I sounded when I talked to you about things I only thought of but not felt or encountered in this lifetime. It’d be funny that you’d tell me of your silliest mistakes that you’d never thought you’d be telling someone on his last minutes to heaven.

Violins and Cellos on the tip of your ear lobes and trumpets from afar — Misty paths that were covered in flowers and healthy bushes that seemed divineee.

Michael from a few steps appears with his glowing shield picks me up from the earth and all that I was meant to listen from you at that moment I did and I was grateful.

I wished for a joyful journey for you, tears that I’d held all my life get to flow — no one is an enemy of water, time became an illusion for that moment, it’d have seemed as a dream.

A gentle kiss to let me go.

Such a short time with so much that we’d do.

When I open and close my eyes, sometimes it’s blank darkness, sometimes it’s polka dots and stripes, sometimes it’s my musing taking strides.

While my art was selling we were having a quickie in the shadows,
the director peed himself while looking for Mr.NayEd— but who cares we were having our moment,—
she always had the appetite even though she was the meal,
came always and pulled my hair acting all kinky and stuff,
she was the kinda person to randomly kiss me and laugh,
her hands were magic wands my nervous got into system,
she knew how to make me clingy and in no time were both couldn’t be distant,

craving that love,
though men are dogs she made me feel like a wolf,
she ripped me from my fragile body just for my soul to be free,
diving into her body,
getting lost like I’m lonely,
suddenly she just holds me,
her magic wands are anointing, felt like our souls hugging,
gently my fingers running, her gentle frame that is lovely,
she was a free one even clothes didn’t hide her divinity,
she used to fall asleep after all the soul wander,

just seeing her lovely face turn into ugly,

her eyes were still lovely,
her body glowing from the sweat,
I’d wake up at random times and lotus flower at the edge,
just me musing why I deserved this Empress,
always felt unworthy,
but soon she made me worthy, looked me in the eyes while our hearts pumping,
her magic wands on on my shoulders,

smooching me like a toddler, told me she loves me deeply

Nebulas and oceans just know us.

© Edmond Nonay

Chemistry Between Us.

The chemistry between us was just something else.

your words to my ears was just another test of whether I should listen to your voice or get what you are saying.

Your eyes gleaming of golden hues as you are blinking no matter how norm you did, to me it was in slow motion, I seemed lost in your eyes. I was lost in them.

Your brows grew extensively.

Your lashes were just waving every time that you blinked at me or just gazed at things.

Your cheeks sloping just below your eyes, having tiny bumps of nature’s love on your lovely skin.

Your ears looked a little like mine, but they had an immediate gentle curve where you had two  gems on each of them, dully reflecting sun’s rays.

Your head fitted perfectly on my chest, just how I loved to slowly rub it on my chest, as the hairs on the back of my neck rose just to assure me I am blessed.

Your neck was the bridge to the valley between your shoulders symmetrically divided as it sunk and flowed down through your spine.

My hands would wander from your head and the next detour would be in the valley with no streams, just smooth escarpments leading to your Posterior buns.

©Mr.NayEd

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