The Love I Once Knew

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The Love I Once Knew

The love I once knew,
The one I held with unaffected ease.
Wrapping my soul in so tightly,
No force could undo.

The love I once knew,
The one whose songs I drifted off by.
Counting dreams, the sweetness
Of lullaby’s dew.

The love I once knew
The one that breathed new life in me.
A priceless sustenance, a rare
Gift given to few.

Given to me freely.

The love I once knew,
The one measured only by its own infinitude.
An encircling arm of safety, a limitless
Circle of light imbue.

The love I once knew,
The one rejected, deserted for fool’s gold.
Trust, now an empty shell, in the
Blink of an eye withdrew.

Thrown away freely.

The love I now know,
The one metamorphosed from virtue.
A struggle for survival, many
Walls to break through.

I long for the love
I once knew.

 

Mathematics-Hollie McNish (Spoken Word)

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He says:
Those god damn pakistanis and their goddamn corner shops
Built a shop on every corner took our British workers jobs
He says those godamn Chinese and their goddamn china shops
I tell him theyre from Vietnam but he doesn’t give a toss
I ask him what was there before that damn Japan mans shop
He stares at me and dreams a scene of British workers jobs
Of full time full employment before the godamn boats all came
Where everybody went to work full time every day
A British Business stood their first he claims before the Irish came
Now British people lost their jobs and bloody turkish are there to blame
I ask him how he knows that fact he says because it’s true
I ask him how he knows the fact he says he read it in the news
Everytime a Somalian comes here they take a job from us
The mathematics one for one, from us to them it just adds up
He bites his cake and sips is brew and says again he knows the spot
The godamn Carribeans came and now good folk here don’t have jobs
I ask him what was there before the goddamn Persian curtain shop
I show him architectures plans of empty godamn plots of land
I show him the historic maps
A bit of sand, a barren land
There was no goddamn shop before those pakistanis came and planned
Man
I’m sick of crappy mathematics
Cos I love a bit of sums
I spent three years into economics
And I geek out over calculus
And when I meet these paper claims
That one of every new that came
Takes away ones daily wage
I desperately want to scream
“Your maths is stuck in primary”
Cos one who comes here also spends
And one who comes here also lends
And some who comes here also tend
To set up work which employs them
And all your balance sheets and trends
Work with numbers not with men
And all your goddamn heated talk
Ignores the trade the Polish brought
Ignores the men they gave work to
Not plumbing jobs but further too
Ignores the ones they buy stock from
Accountants, builders, on and on
And I know it’s nice to have someone
To blame our lack of jobs upon
But immigrations not as plain
Despite the sums inside your brain
As one for one, as him or you
As if he goes, they’ll employ you
Cos sometimes one that comes makes two
And sometimes one can add three more
And sometimes two times two is much much more
Than four
And most times immigrants bring more
Than minuses.

 

The Wild Heart

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The Wild Heart

Effeminate one,
Equivocate no more.

Stop undermining
Your purpose.

That pretentious ego bitch
Has been stealing
Your identity.

De-domesticize the
Feline, sitting perched
And pretty, kept in
Ornate patriarchal cages.

You hold the key
Against your
Counterfeit heart.

Dig a little deeper.
The feral roots are there.

A woman’s liberation
Is not found in deprivation.

The wild heart
Knows no boundaries.

Nothing

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Nothing

These flawed beings
Set the bar for other flawed beings,
Perpetrating mistakes on which to gauge
Perfection, that human construct
Exclusive to mortals with the right criteria.
We fabricate dreams,
Swimming in spurious ponds of excellence
To allude our own uncertainty.
Nothing is ever perfect we say,
So we strive for nothing.
Yet nothing becomes everything.
Still there is nothing to gain
And everything to lose.

 

A Note from Nirvani

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Hello my dear friends and followers,

I apologize that I have not been writing as frequently as I had been.
I have been very focused on other passions in my life. I have taken up
belly dancing and have also been working very hard on fitness goals.
I have never been very good at multi-tasking. I tend to throw myself
into whatever I am feeling passionate about at the moment. I also have
never been one who could write multiple poems in a day. My mind
just does not work that way. I appreciate your patience with me and
hope that you will continue to follow. I am going nowhere!

Much Love,
Nirvani

 

Music Moves Me

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Music Moves Me

Music moves me,
Lifts my soul up out of some
Hidden place,
And gives it command.

An austere composer,
Who intends to master me.
It brings me to my knees;
Raises me to sovereign heights.

My soul plays me
Like a perfectly tuned violin.
The euphonious rhythm
Of my heart beating from my chest.

My own true Self,
Comes out to dance, the Divine Dance.
I reach symphonic Bliss,
When the Music moves me.

(Music Moves Me…Reblogged)

 

Dance of Ecstasy

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Dance of Ecstasy 

Body in motion
Transcends time.
This wild woman syndrome
Takes hold
And sheds away
Pious parameters.
Sanctimoniousness
Falls down
Around my swaying figure
Like the shedding
Of snake skin.
I shake it off with
Gyrating hips
And quivering breasts.
Jangling golden coin
On waist vibrates
To the frequency
Of the Universe.
Spirit recognizes
The uncivilized call
Of the feminine.
Unconscious prakriti,
The primal force
Comes out
To play.
Animating its unrefined,
Yet refined drama
Through my spine,
Awakening
What lay dormant
At the base.
The dance
Of ecstasy
Begins.